Who am I?

1. I Understand, Kind of

"She's waking up!" Someone yelled outside, and I heard voices coming closer to where I was.

"Everyone, quiet down now!" A gruff voice called to everyone.

I pushed my eyes open, and what I saw was not my house in Maine. There was a quiet gasp throughout the crowd in the room.

"Where am I?" I asked weakly, trying to push myself up on my elbows. Stupid idea. It hurt like all hell.

"Camp Half Blood!" Someone shouted from outside.

"Ummm…" I muttered.

"Do you remember what happened?" The gruff voice asked me, and I recognized his face. It was Mr. Brunner. A taller version of Mr. Brunner, at least. I shook my head slowly.

"All I remember is that I was being chased, and someone didn't make it." I whispered in a hoarse voice.

"Ah, well, that's partially right. But we'll jog your memory soon." He smiled warmly.

"Mr. Brunner-"

"Call me Chiron." He interrupted.

"Alright. Chiron, where's my brother?" I asked, turning my head slightly.

"Your brother, unfortunately, didn't make it." He sighed.

"T-Travis got killed." My question came out as a statement.

"He took on the monsters to protect you." He smiled halfheartedly.

"He did that for me?" I asked.

"Of course. He would do anything to protect you." A blond girl said, walking up to me.

"Did you guys know him?" I asked.

"Yeah." They all said, looking around.

Suddenly, there was a huge shimmer in the air, and we all closed our eyes. Twelve people stood in front of us, (well me), and everyone bowed. For some reason, they all looked strangely familiar.

"I told you! She's clearly my daughter." One said.

"No, she's gorgeous! She's mine!" Said another.

"She mine!" Yelled another.

"Certainly not. She has to be mine."

"Everyone! Silence!" The eldest said.

"Uh, who are you?" I asked, nervously.

Nobody answered.

There was complete silence for a few seconds.

"Lord Zeus, what are you doing here?" Chiron asked, finally standing.

He pointed at me and said, "We are here to discuss her."

"Me?" I asked quietly, but apparently, no one heard.

"She barely knows her own name!" Chiron cried.

He was right. I couldn't. My name was…. My name was….

"Amara. Her name is Amara." One boy said, stepping in front of everyone. He looked so familiar.

"Connor." I whispered, remembering.

Connor… Was my brother.

2. It Starts With A Bang.

I was shoved in the undetermined cabin; with about six or seven other kids. Everyone stared at me, like I was the new hero of the world.

"Hey, uh, Connor." I muttered, one day at lunch, pulling his sleeve.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"Why is everyone staring at me?" I asked him. He apparently didn't notice the staring.

"The Olympian gods haven't all been in one place, except for Olympus, in about 1,000 years. We were all surprised the camp didn't explode from the power."

Then there was a huge BANG!

"Spoke too soon!" He laughed, as we all rushed outside.

"Oh my." I whispered. The Big House had exploded. Outside were Chiron and the twelve gods and goddesses. Next to me was the blond girl from before, with a boy standing next to her. He had sea green eyes, and hair as black as night.

"Hi. I'm Amara." I smiled, turning to them. They looked over and smiled back.

"I'm Percy." The boy smiled.

"You mean like Percy Jackson?" I asked.

"Yeah." He blushed dark red.

"Connor and…. Travis had told me so much about you!" I explained to him.

"And I'm Annabeth." The blonde girl said.

"I've heard so much about you guys. Is it true that you saved the world like five times?"

"Something like that." Annabeth blushed, and then I noticed her and Percy were holding hands. They both looked about sixteen, and I was only thirteen.

"So, are you a Hermes kid?" Percy asked.

"Um, we haven't figured that out. Actually that's why the gods are here. They don't know." I mumbled. They both looked extremely shocked.

"Isn't that impossible?" Annabeth asked.

"I guess not. But why would they care? It's not like they-"I stopped short. I forgot that they were a few hundred yards away. I saw Apollo smile and look at me.

"I really don't know why. I'm just confused on why knowing who my parent is, is so important!" I whispered.

"I really don't know. HOLY CRAP!" Percy pushed me and Annabeth down. I felt something hot soar through the air.

"What that heck was that!" I yelled.

"Whatever it was, it's…. Gone." Annabeth said quietly.

She was right. Next to us there was only a huge flaming dent in the ground. Everyone else just stared at us. The gods/goddesses stared at only me. I didn't look at them, but I could feel their stares.

"Somebody should put that fire out." I mumbled. It was out by the time my blink was done.

"I'm gone." I muttered, and walked away from it all. I just walked to the Long Island Sound, and jumped in. It's not like I was a good swimmer or anything. I just liked the water. I couldn't hear anything underwater, which was good. Because I usually heard a lot.

And if you're thinking, "She's the daughter of Poseidon!" That's a lie. I could hold my breath for about twenty seconds. As I got out, I saw someone standing there, watching me. A god, of course. I didn't pay attention, to who ever it was. I was soaked, and trudged to my towel. I dried off quickly, singing to myself quietly, walking quickly back to my cabin. No doubt I would have nightmares tonight.

As I got into the cabin, and my head hit the pillow, the nightmare began.

"We have to hide her!" A raspy voice in the dark shouted, like the next person was 1,000 yards away.

"Yes." Whispers of ghosts called around me. For some reason, his voice sounded so familiar…

"Lord-"I woke up. NO! Why did I have to wake up now?

Then I noticed why I'd woken up. There was a thump, thump at my door. I stood up slowly, and crept to the door. I opened it slowly, waiting for someone to attack me. No one was there to attack me; it was just Percy and Annabeth. The one's who were sixteen…. Why would they come looking for me?

"We were just wondering if you maybe wanted to come to Starbucks with us." Annabeth asked me.

"Coffee for a hyperactive, ADHD child? I'm in!" I said, walking out. At the time, I didn't care if the harpies were going to come eat us; I only cared that Annabeth and Percy wanted to hangout with ME at three in the morning.

3. Coffee of Doom

While we were in Starbucks, (which was vacant of customers) we talked about camp, who I was, and pretty much everything. Except for Travis.

"Well, I'm Amara Stoll. I was adopted into their family. I'm not a Stoll. Do I look anything like them?" I laughed for a moment.

"I knew there was something up with Travis and Connor. They never told me they were half bloods until last week. They knew I was a half blood too, but they weren't going to tell me. It was hard enough being attacked by monsters my whole life, and not knowing why. And at the final stand in Manhattan… I can't believe Travis would…." Tears threatened to fall, but I blinked them away.

"You know who you remind me of?" Annabeth asked me. I shrugged.

"Nico." Percy and Annabeth said simultaneously

"Uh, who's Nico?" I asked nervously. Someone walked into Starbucks, and Percy and Annabeth laughed.

"Your about to find out." Percy said, laughing.

4. Nico and I are… Twins?

"Is that you, Percy?" Nico asked, walking up to us.
"No, Nico. It's not. This is all just a dream." He joked.

"If it's a dream, then I'm gonna kiss your girlfriend." Nico leaned towards Annabeth. Percy punched him. They all started laughing. I felt really really awkward.

"Who's this?" He asked, eyeing me.

"This is Amara. Amara, this is Nico." Annabeth said shyly.

"Hi." I mumbled.

"Sup." He said, pulling a chair next to me.

"Uh…" I muttered.

"I've seen you around camp! You're the girl who everyone's having a spaz about." He laughed.

"Yeah, I guess I am. But it's not that big of a deal. I'm only a person."

"Well, it might be more than that. The Fates might have something in store for you." He said.

"Hey, er, random question. When's your birthday?"

"October 13th, 1996." He said.

"Really! No way. You're lying!"

"No, why?" He asked, curiously.

"That's my birthday!" I exclaimed.

"Same year?"

"Yeah!"

"Whose you're… Godly parent?" I asked.

"Our friend downstairs." He said. He mouthed the words Hades.

It's strange because I found a strange tug in my gut. I also noticed that I and Nico looked strangely alike. The same wild look in our eyes, the same dark hair, and same olive skin.

"You do look a lot alike." Annabeth said, looking at us.

"Yeah, we kinda do." Nico mumbled, looking at me.

"Mhm." I muttered.

"Well this is awkward." Someone said, walking in.

"Dad?" Nico said, in total amazement.

"There's no Starbucks in Hell, Nico." He said, smiling. The man, apparently Hades, looked like Nico, but older, and more powerful. I could feel the power radiating off of him. For a moment, he stared at me in pure awe, but that went away almost immediately.

I said something real intelligent like, "Uh.."