Fighting For You

~~Summary~~

Marina Brooklyn Porter is a girl with ADD, ADHD, and dyslexia. She has never met her father and lives with her mother and step father and three older brothers (different birth father than her). What will happen when she is quickly thrust into a world she didn't even knew existed? When will she understand that her life could be over with one wrong move?

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Introduction

"I don't care if she is your child, Zeus. I am blessing her with the powers of the ocean." Poseidon said, placing his hand upon the baby girl's head.

"She will be special." Aphrodite said, also giving the child a blessing.

"By blessing her, we are making her powerful, Zeus. She will have a couple powers from each god. Do you realize this could keep her chances of living at an all time high?" Apollo said, looking at Zeus and placing his hand on the girl's cheek, giving her powers of the sun.

"Do all of you realize that when she gets older, she will be in the fight of her life? Many people are going to be after her power." Zeus argued, but no one listened. This child was probably going to be dead before she even turned sixteen. Everyone was going to want her power. He was trying to keep his daughter safe and having a power from each god was not going to keep her safe. She had every power now except for Hades.

"Someone return her to her mother. I don't want to look at the child anymore." Zeus said, storming off to his chambers. Poseidon looked at the baby girl that he held a soft spot for, for some reason, and picked her up.

"I shall take her home." He said and received nods from everyone. As soon as Poseidon returned her to her crib, he bent over and kissed her forehead.

"I will protect you, little one. I promise." He whispered. Why did Poseidon promise such a thing to a demigod that wasn't his own? Zeus pondered, sitting in his chambers. Why would he care so much? What was in little Marina's future? Did Poseidon care because her name means 'of the water'? Why would Zeus's child have such a name? And why would the gods find her worthy of all their blessings?

Chapter 1: Ammunition

"Miss Porter, could you answer the question on the board?" Mrs. Williams asked. I glanced over at my friend Peter, hoping the words weren't moving around on him, but he gave me a look saying my hopes were in vain. The letters jumbled.

"No, I can't. Sorry." I muttered and looked down at my paper and sighed in defeat.

"Are you trying to be smart with me, Miss Porter?"

"Obviously, if she were smart, she would've answered the question, Mrs. Williams." Ashley, the Yancy Academy snot, said smirking. I glared over at her.

"Enough." Mrs. Williams said, dropping the subject. "We are going on the field trip today and I expect everyone to be on their best behavior."

"That witch! She hates me!" I exclaimed as Peter and I walked up the steps of the museum. "I just don't get why everyone hates me and not the people who deserve to be hated."

"Don't let it bother you, Brookie. They don't deserve your time or waste your breath." Peter said, putting a hand on my shoulder. See, Peter and I have known each other for years. He's a year older with blond hair and amazing hazel eyes. No, I do not have a crush on Peter Wilson, he's like a brother...literally. He's my stepfather's son from another marriage. The only good thing about Robert, my stepfather. Besides, why would he like a girl like me anyway? I have curly jet-black hair that falls below my shoulder blades, cerulean eyes (bluer than the waters surrounding Easter Island), pale skin, and I'm short. I'm only fourteen.

"I'm not letting it bother me. Who says it's bothering me?" I asked.

"Brooke...you're seething." I frowned deeply at him and looked away, only to see my other two brothers, Jason and Jim, they are twins if you didn't guess. They are sixteen and a deep pain in my rear. Both have flaming red hair that they get from their father (A man who died way before my mom even met my dad) and brown eyes. My other brother, Kyle, has already graduated from Yancy Academy and is attending NYU to please my mother. And Peter has three older brothers of his own, Emmett, Gene, and Ryan. So, altogether in the house we have eight kids.

"Hey, guys." I said when they caught up to us.

"Hey, lil sis and Peter." They said simultaneously. I rolled my eyes. Must they always do that?

"Okay, what do you want?" I asked, stopping and turning to face them.

"Well, we ran out of money and-"

"No." I said sternly and they hung their heads and gave me the puppy face, did I mention they were taller than me by nearly ten inches? I'm only 5'5! "You guys are terrible. Taking money from your defenseless baby sister." I grumbled as I pulled out a ten dollar bill and handing it too them. "Go nuts."

"Thanks, baby sister!" They exclaimed, each kissing a different cheek of mine and running off to be with their friends again.

"I swear they are terrible with money." I said, looking over at Peter.

"Yeah, they are, aren't they?"

"Attention students, I am Mr. Brunner and I will be giving you your tour today through the museum, I expect you all to pay attention." Mr. Brunner was not what I was expecting as a tour guide. It's not because it was in a wheelchair or because of the scraggly beard hanging from his face. It was because he just didn't seem like the type of man to be working in something like this.

I glanced over at Peter and furrowed my eyebrows. "So, follow me and please be silent for others." He said, proceeding to enter the building with us behind him. I listen to him drone on and on about mythology before we were finally allowed to leave.

I felt my pocket and noticed my phone was gone. Everyone else had already made it out to the buses. "Peter, I left my phone in there. You go on and I'll catch up. Mom would kill me if I lost another phone." I said walking quickly back inside the museum.

No one was in sight, because the museum was probably being locked up right now with me inside, but museum people don't leave until late...right?

After walking through a few halls, I saw my phone lying in the floor. I picked it up just as I heard something behind me. I jumped and looked around. I quickly shoved my phone into my pocket and started towards the door.

"Can I help you?" I jumped and turned around. A man with graying hair was standing there with a fierce look on his face. I felt my eyes widen.

I cleared my throat. "Um...no. I'm good, thanks."

"You aren't leaving." He said. I turned around to run out, but the man was suddenly standing between me and the door. I looked behind me at the spot he just was but...but...what the heck!

"Who are you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. The man chuckled.

"You'll find out." He said just as his body morphed into some...bird thing. I screamed and started running in the opposite direction. I felt talons in my arm, making me scream louder. My feet left the ground as it flew upwards. I stuck my hand out in a try for defense, but it didn't work.

"HELP!" I shrieked. It was over almost as quickly as it started when Mr. Brunner wheeled into a room with a boy I'd never seen before. The boy and Peter was holding a sword. The boy threw the sword into the direction of me, but hit bird-man instead. And I fell the seven or so feet to the ground. I crashed to the ground and the last thing I saw before my eyes closed was a puddle of blood and the boy that had probably saved my life and possibly broke a couple of my bones in the fall.

Percy's POV

I ran forward, hoping to get there in time to catch the girl, but of course, I didn't. She hit the ground with a cry in pain before her eyes slid closed. I bent over and gently picked her up.

"Chiron, we need to get her to Camp Half-Blood. By the looks of it, she may have some broken bones." I said looking over at Chiron.

"We need to get her there fast." He agreed. We walked out of the front door, earning confused looks from everyone. Thankfully, most people from Yancy had left, so not only would I not have to see anyone I knew, but I wouldn't have to deal with someone seeing her.

We got a cab and paid him enough so he would drive really fast. We would've called the Fates, but we really didn't have time to hear them arguing over who got the eye.

We finally arrived at camp and I took her straight to the infirmary. I laid her on the bed and a nurse started tending to her immediately. I reluctantly walked out of the infirmary and went to find Annabeth and Grover.