A bit more than normal

by Goldenfur98

The general idea of demi-gods came from Percy Jackson, but it's about a girl named Athene who's mom is Athena and who's dad is mortal. Ares is jealous so he wants to kill both Athene and her dad. She meets a few friends along the way with their own powers

1. Chapter 1

Chapter one: Surprises at Home

I had always thought I was a pretty average kid. Not particularly athletic, got normal grades in school, not exactly musically talented. I was almost exactly what normal is supposed to be. I was just like any other 12-year-old Ancient Grecian girl who live with her father. But there was one slight twist that I had yet to find out.

My mother is Athena.

You all know about Athena, right? You know, the goddess of war? She's supposedly a friend to Ares? Well, as it turns out those two hate each other. She and Ares were dating each other and then Athena kind of fell for a man on Earth, my dad. So Ares kind of took it the wrong way and swore eternal vengeance on Athena and her husband. And then when mom and dad got together and had me, that just added another victim to Ares' murder list.

But before I go into any agonizing detail, let me introduce myself. My name's Athene (I wonder why?), and I'm a half blood (That means I'm half goddess). My mother is Athena, but first, let's take a trip back to the good ol' days before I knew that, and I led a perfectly normal life with my father. I was coming home from another boring day at school, learning about the gods and whatever history had actually been made considering it was about 100B.C. But what greets me at the door to our home isn't what I'm used to.

My father works as a scribe, so we're not poor, but we're definitely not rich. We live just inside the boundaries of the city of Athens, Greece. Everyday, my father waits on the front step of our little house, watching to make sure I come home more or less O.K, because we don't have the greatest of neighbors, if you know what I mean.

But today, he was nowhere to be seen. When I came up on our front step, I checked the sundial that we kept there. I wasn't early, so he should have been there. But he wasn't.

I walked into our small flat wondering where my dad was. I strode into my father' s study, hoping he was there, and I stopped dead, dropping my schoolbooks in the process.

My dad was in his study, and so were two goons holding him hostage.