This is my secondish story. I published the first chapter of another story, but I'm not in love with the storyline so I'm not continuing it. I love this plot though, so hopefully you guys will too. I'll try to update often, but I make no promises.

Summary: Eight, demigods have been living in the same neighborhood for thirteen years. Now that they are all thirteen, the age Percy Jackson made the gods swear on the River Styx they would claim their children by, Grover, the Hunters of Artemis, and four of the seven have come to get them safely to Camp Half-Blood. Many gods had been very busy thirteen years ago, some more than others. They must embark on multiple quests to prevent a civil war between the gods. How could they be fighting again, when the Giants have just been defeated? Post war with Gaea and Giants.

Disclaimer: I only own my OCs and the plot. Everything else is owned by the all mighty Uncle Rick. Unfortunately.

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Looking back on it, I'm am really lucky to be here, safe and alive. It started with a normal day. I was meeting up with my friends and neighbors Rosie, Alexis, Jill, Shea, Davis, Jack, and Eric. All eight of us are from single-parent families. Jack and my mothers and all the others' fathers had abandoned us as babies. Our parents have never been the best, so we've learned to depend on each other, growing up in the same neighborhood; swimming, playing, riding bikes, sledding, and all around having fun. Unfortunately, we also have to come to each other for any and all advice. Our parents never talk to us about the important stuff, so we talk to each other. We all have ADHD and dyslexia as well. All of us are thirteen, but Jack had only been thirteen for about a week, as he was the youngest of us and his birthday was right before school started.

At the beginning of the year, a new kid started at our school, Homestead Academy. His name was Grover and even though I despised him, the rest of my friends loved him, so we kind of adopted him into our group. So, the eighth grade started out pretty normally and went pretty normally until the hydra attacked.

It was the Fall Festival at Homestead Academy and the nine of us decided that we would meet up at 5 o'clock at the hayride. I had to admit that I was extremely excited for this day. We hadn't been able to hang out as much this year because of all our other activities; Rosie had art classes, Alexis had violin lessons, Jill and Eric had track, Shea had swim team, Davis and Jack had baseball, and I had all my academic competitions. The Fall Festival would be just like old times, helping us to reconnect to the friends we'd had since we were in preschool.

~TIME SKIP~

I looked at my watch. 4:55 and still I was the only one at the hayride. I looked around for the fifth time this minute. I still saw none of my friends. Suddenly, I heard a voice calling my name. I looked around, trying to find who called my name. Pushing his way through the crowd was the one. Grover. Oh how I wanted to ignore him and pretend he didn't exist. But, I couldn't. I'm just too nice.

"Hey Grover," I said, dejectedly.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Have you seen the rest of the gang?" My watch read 4:59. Where could they be?

"No, I haven't. They should be here any minute though, right?"

"Yep. I just was wondering."

That ended our conversation pretty quickly. We stood in awkward silence until we heard our friends, joking, laughing, and of course, being obnoxiously loud.

"Hey, guys!" I yelled at them, "You're late!"

"Sorry! My mom held me hostage until I finished all my chores!" That was Alexis. Her mom is really bitter and extremely strict.

"And my pottery class ran late!"

So did my violin lesson!" That was Rosie and Alexis, the two most talented kids in school.

"Jack and I got so caught up in our pick up game that we didn't notice how much time had passed!" Davis and Jack; two best baseball players in our state, play on the varsity team and are already being scouted for the majors.

"I fell asleep!" Of course. I don't know anyone who sleeps more than her, yet she's an amazing swimmer and in training for the Olympics.

"We had already ran twenty-five miles and we wanted to run the last mile from home to school so we ran a marathon!" Jill and Eric. Runaholics. Run marathons every day, run everywhere. I don't get them at all.

"It's ok guys. We really need phones though, so we can just text each other instead of not knowing what's happening."

"Totally!" They all agreed with me. We were the only kids our age in the school without cell phones. We got by though. We talked every day and we lived within a few blocks of each other, so we hung out most days at one of our houses and did our homework, watched movies, talked, and had sleepovers.

We all just stood there for a second in silence. But, of course, the silence was broken. The populars, Ryan, Sofia, Karsen, Audrey, and Nora, were walking towards us. They are the meanest, cruelest, and all around worst people in the world. At least that's what I used to think, before I found out who I really am.

"Look at them, just so cute." Ryan said to his posse. He turned to us. "What happened? Did you get lost in the desert?" Shea looked like she was about to punch someone's lights out.

"Okay guys. Just ignore them. Don't give them anything to use against us," I told my friends under my breath. Shea still looked like she wanted to punch something, but she was slowly calming down. I turned back to, as we call them, "The Pops" and retorted, "Gee, what happened to you five? Fall off the bitch wagon?"

I turned around and away from them, with all my friends following me in awe. As soon as we were out of earshot we started freaking out! The conversation went something like this.

"Oh my gods! Did I really just do that?!"

"Yes you did, girl. They're going to be pissed."

"I know, I know, but it felt AMAZING to stand up to them for once, instead of just taking their shit."

"What do you think they'll do next?"

"Zeus only knows!"

When we were in fourth grade we became obsessed with mythology and read all the myths we could find. This led for us to curse with mythology instead of the normal cusses. The other kids don't understand it though, so when I have to tell someone off, I use normal language.

After we'd cooled down, Eric asked if we wanted to go on the hayride. We all consented and made our way over. As usual, a circle was formed. We all stood in the exact same places every time; Shea on my right, then Jack on hers, followed by Alexis, then Davis, Jill, and Rosie, leaving Eric on my left. This is how we've been doing things since we were three years old. That is, until Grover showed up. He found a spot in our circle, in between Jack and Alexis. We struck up a conversation about random things, school to books to sports to- Hold up. The wagon is here. We climbed on, sitting on both sides. Shea and Jack, Davis and Jill, and Eric and I were sitting closer together than friends usually do, just looking at the other. Alexis and Rosie shared a knowing look, then started up a silent conversation, but we were too oblivious to notice it. Gover just sat there awkwardly until we came out of our own little worlds. When the eight of us came back to our senses, we started talking again like none of that had ever happened.

The boys started talking about video games, while we started talking about the gossip of the week. I started tuning it out because I didn't care about gossip. I was jerked out of my daydream, it was me designing the best building in the world, by a loud hiss. Okay, loud is an understatement. It was more like deafening. We bolted upright, looking around for the source of the hiss. There was a crash in the forest and the hydra burst out, trampling everything in its way. Grover jumped up and pulled some sort of pipes out of his pockets. He started to play and weeds sprung up the ground, wrapping themselves around the hydra's legs. Just then, a shape appeared in the sky.

"YES! Reinforcements!" Grover was ecstatic, or as ecstatic as possible while fighting an ancient Greek monster.

What did he mean reinforcements? What is happening? As soon as I had thought that, the hydra went in for another attack. At the same time, a pack wolves ran out of the woods, followed by a group of around fifteen to twenty girls about our age. I looked back at the hydra and saw a bunch of arrows had sprouted from its hide. In the meantime, the spect in the distance, I could now tell it was a chariot with four people in full-body armor, had arrived in front of the hayride. They jumped out and started attacking the creature. One flew into the air, holding a scrawny boy, and cut off one of the hydra's heads. The scrawny one was suddenly on fire, burning the hydra's stump. I think I could hear him yell, "One down, two to go!" I turned back to the rest of these people and saw a boy on top of a wave- wait hold on a wave?! We were in the middle of Colorado, a desert more or less, and there was a twenty-foot wave! I think I'm going crazy. Shaking myself out of a daze, I looked up and saw the boy on the wave cutting another head off. As soon as he was out of the way, a bolt of lightning shot down from the sky, singeing the stub. All of a sudden the hydra burst into yellow dust and it was just gone. The eight of us stood there in shock while the other twenty-five or so gathered around the chariots giving each other high-fives and hugs. Their voices drifted up to us, and I didn't usually eavesdrop but I couldn't help myself.

"Pretty good out there Wise Girl." The boy on the wave, who I now realized had shaggy black hair and amazing green eyes, was speaking. He was good looking, but he had nothing on Eric. Did I really just think that?!

"Wish I could say the same about you, Seaweed Brain." A girl that I hadn't noticed before, said. Now that I was looking at her, I had to admit, she was gorgeous. She had blonde curls, like a princess; a tanned and toned body, she was lean but muscular; and startling gray eyes, like clouds on a stormy day. I quickly realized, they were not that different from my own. Hers had a lingering sadness in them, like she'd seen too much in her lifetime.

"Hey! I was great!" This "Seaweed Brain" spoke again.

"Okay, fine. I admit. You were amazing, as always." A certain gray eyed beauty admitted. She pulled Wave Boy in for a Kiss.

"Oh, get a room!" This time a black-haired girl with piercing blue eyes spoke. She had a silver crown-like thing perched lightly on her hair and was dressed in all silver.

"But Pinecone Face," Wave Boy whined.

"Shut it, Kelp Head," Pinecone Face said angrily. Talking to the blonde now, "Annabeth! I haven't seen you in forever!"

Annabeth, I figured, replied. "I know Thalia! The Hunters need to come visit Camp more often!"

Thalia embraced the boy who was flying next. "I missed you so much little bro."

"I missed you too sis," he replied like he hadn't seen his sister in years.

Grover finally remembered that we were still here. "Guys, come down and meet some of my friends."

We made our way off the ride, jumping, climbing, and clumsily clamoring. When we were all safely off, Grover introduced us. "Everyone, this is Caroline," I waved, "Shea, Eric, Jack, Davis, Alexis, Jill, and Rosie." They all waved when Grover said their name. Grover's friends quickly introduced themselves.

"I'm Percy Jackson," Wave Boy said, taking the lead.

"Annabeth Chase." Blonde Beauty went next.

"Leo 'Mcswizzle' Valdez." The scrawny boy that was on fire stuck out his hand and I shook it. He should have been covered in burns, but there wasn't a scratch on him. I thought I vaguely remembered him. I think he went here for a year or so but I wasn't sure.

"Did you go here?" I asked him, interrupting the introductions.

"Yeah, I did. But only for a semester in 2010 when I was in fifth grade," he replied sheepishly.

"I remember you. Whenever fourth and fifth graders had recess together I saw you standing in a corner fiddling with something."

Yep, that was me, you know before I became this awesome beast!" I had to laugh at that.

I heard a small cough behind me. I turned around slowly, finding the one and only Ryan Conklin. I fill his name with all the hate in the world. "What do you want now Ryan?" I asked bored. "Come to be dissed again?"

"I'm not afraid of you, McVeigh," Ryan retorted.

Annabeth suddenly stepped forward, an angry look in her eyes. " Well you should be. And if you're not you're an idiot." She went over to him and whispered in his ear. We couldn't hear her but she later told us that she said, "Even idiots are afraid of her." He looked like he was going to pee his pants in fright and ran off. We all cracked up as we watched him disappear.

"Jason Grace." Flying Boy said, like none of that had just happened.

"Thalia, Lieutenant of Artemis and older sister of that rascal." Thalia punched her brother lightly. Thalia continued speaking. "These are The Hunters of Artemis," gesturing to the rest of the girls in silver.

Grover spoke up. "Guys, all eight of them are demigods. We have to get them to camp, now."

"Okay, I'll call Blackjack and some of his friends," Percy replied.

"And I'll call Tempest," Jason told Grover.

"We'll meet you guys at Camp," Thalia told the group and took off with the other Hunters.

I was so confused right now, and I hate being confused. Jason and Percy started having conversations with what looked like themselves. Annabeth looked at the eight of us. We all looked slightly scared and confused.

She sighed and spoke again, "Have you guys ever heard of the Greek gods and goddesses?" We all nodded. we had been in love with Greek mythology since we were nine.

"Well, they're real. We don't worship them, but they're here and are influencing everything in America. Percy, Leo, Jason, Thalia, and I are all demigods; half human, half god. And so are you." We stared at her in shock. I regained my voice and spoke.

"Let me get this straight. One of each of our parents are gods?" Annabeth nodded. "So none of us are fully human?" She nodded again. "Oh gods," I sighed thinking of something. "Do our parents know?" Annabeth thought about her answer for a minute.

"They might, but there's just as good of a chance that they don't." She let that news settle for a minute then spoke again. "Who doesn't live with their mom and who doesn't live with their dad?"

I quickly responded, realizing I was the spokesperson for our group. "Jack and I don't have moms and the rest don't have dads."

Annabeth thought about my answer for a minute then started talking to herself, "How have they not been attacked before now? The school must have been protected with some sort magic. As they get older their scent gets stronger, penetrating the magic barrier and letting monsters in."

As she finished her muttered conversation with herself, I saw specks in the sky growing larger and larger by the second. I was about to pose the question of what they were when Percy yelled, "BLACKJACK!" He sounded like a two-year-old who just found a lost toy. The dots swooped down and landed, letting us get our first good look at them. There were three pegasi; a black one, a golden one and a rust-colored, all with magnificent coats. I heard the crackle of lightning and whipped around, only to find another horse-like creature but made of storm clouds and staring at us with gleaming red eyes.

We just stared at it, that is until Percy took control of the situation. "Okay guys. Jason's on Tempest, Leo and Grover you're in the chariot and Annabeth and I'll be on pegasi." He turned to the eight of us. "Who's ridden a horse?" Shea, Rosie, Eric, and I raised our hands. "You four will ride pegasi and the rest of you will be on the chariot," Percy directed us to the correct spots. We were all moving around, at least all of us except Shea. "What's wrong?" I asked, my voice filled concern. She just stood there for a minute, her head in her hands. Shea finally in a shaky voice, "Is it normal to hear the pegasi talking to you?" Percy answered her, "Why don't you ride with me. I think it would be best if I explain some stuff to you before we get to Camp." She nodded mutely.

Annabeth took charge once Shea was over by Percy. "Are you two okay riding together?" she asked Rosie and Eric. "I'd like to talk to Caroline before we get to Camp." They nodded and headed towards the golden pegasus, leaving us with the rust-colored one. Before I moved that way, I needed to know the answer to a question that had burning in my mind for some time now. "I need to know something first. What is this 'Camp' you guys are all talking about?" Grover took this one. "Camp Half-Blood is one of only two truly safe place for demigods. You train and learn how to use your talents to your advantage." I was left wondering where the other safe place was. Everyone boarded their transportation. I told my friends, "See you guys there." With that we took off into the darkening sky.

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