Disclaimer: If I were Rick Riordan, I would have had puns hidden in every chapter and not left the Blood of Olympus with a cliffhanger. I only own my OC, the plot line and anything not recognizable in any fandom.

Look, let me get this straight. Just because someone's dad wants to rule the universe and kill people doesn't mean their child is evil. Got it? Good. Some people don't get it. *cough* the Olympians *cough*.

I am not a 'Daddy's girl'. Let me say that. Also, I didn't want this. Having a death sentence is not fun.

Currently, I'm standing in front of the Olympian council. "Archaía, you have been condemned by the council..." Zeus began, but I cut him off.

"Hold up! Just because my dad is/was evil, doesn't mean I am. That is probably the biggest lie ever. EVER. I. Am. Not. Evil. Got it?" I snap. Hermes sends me a signal that meant Shut up now before you get electrocuted!

"Um... Am I interrupting something?" A familiar voice asks. The gods look up and I turn around. There was the one person I hated the most of all. My father was dead because of him. Again, I hated my father, but he was the only family I had.

"Perseus Jackson! You have no right to be here! Why have you come here?!" Zeus bellows. I can feel the anger steaming out of my ears. I. HATE. him.

"Uhh... I was going to visit Bessie. Who's she?" Percy replies. That's when I snapped.

"PERSEUS JACKSON! I HATE YOU MORE THAN THE DEPTHS OF TARTARUS! YOU KILLED THE ONLY FAMILY I HAD!" I scream. Percy stands still.

"Wait... WHAT?!" He asks loudly. I cross my arms.

"Go away. I hate you." I turn away from him and storm off to the corner of the room. Actually, as close as I could get to the corner. The room is round. I turn my head to see Percy leave. "Good riddance." I mumble.

"Archaía, get over here. We're not done with your sentencing." Aphrodite calls, weaving powerful charmspeak into her voice. I get up on my own accord, roll my eyes, and reluctantly walk back to the semi-circle of gods.

"Archaía, you have been brought before the council for treason and crimes against Olympus. Your crimes have earned you the death sentence." Zeus booms. An idea that could possibly work shoots to the front of my mind.

"Brother, let's make a deal. Give me one year at Camp Halfblood to see that I am not evil. If I fail, you can give me the worst torture imaginable. If I don't, I get to live and my slate gets cleaned. Do you swear on the river Styx to accept the conditions and not interfere?" I explain smoothly, knowing I could not fail.

"I swear on the river Styx to accept your conditions and not interfere. I also swear that I will punish you if you use your power to lengthen your allotted time." Aw snap. There goes part of my strategy. "Now off you go." Zeus shoos me away.

"Oh and a couple things before you go. One, do not reveal your identity. Two, good luck. And three, hope it doesn't hurt too much when you land." Apollo lists.

"Wait...WHAT?" I ask, only realizing what he means moments later. When I'm free falling above a camp. I try moving, but the air pressure is too great. The barrier shimmers. "Oh shoot." I curse under my breath. I am spread-eagled when I smack into the barrier. Oh look! A demigod pancake! I slide down the barrier until my feet hit the ground and I fall backwards. "Crabs… How am I supposed to get in?" I mutter. A demigod comes up to me.

"Why didn't the barrier let you in?" She asks. I shrug. "Whatever, I can still get you in. I, Annabeth Chase, grant passage to…" She stops abruptly. "What's your name?" she asks.

"Archaía Fýlax." I reply, standing up and dusting myself off.

"I, Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena, grant passage to Archaía Fýlax!" Annabeth call out. The barrier lightens and lets me through. "So you're a demigod, huh?" Annabeth asks. I nod. "Do you know your godly parent?"

"I have a few hunches, but I'm not sure." I lie, pulling up my hoodie so it would cover my hair clip. The hair clip was also a scythe that I named Enίai, meaning Being. I look around and see a centaur next to a two-story colonial. I go up to him, my gold eyes hidden by my blue-black bangs.

"Hello there. I am Chiron. Are you new here?" He asks and I nod. "Do you know who your godly parent is?" I nod again.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about." I sheepishly reply, moving my bangs out of my eyes. My eyes shine from under my hood. Chiron steps back.

"Come with me. We should talk about this in private. What is your name?" Chiron asks.

"Archaía Fýlax." I reply, moving my bangs back. I follow Chiron into the colonial. We go to a back room and I sit on a bean bag.

"Archaía Fýlax, who are you?" Chiron asks.

"I am the daughter of… Kronos. My mother was Angeli Fýlax, descendant of Poseidon. My mother was killed when I was seven, right in front of my eyes." I feel a pain behind my eyes. I wince and fall onto my side. "It...hurts. It...hurts a lot…" The world starts spinning and goes black.

So... New story! I know I should be working on my other stories... but I'm totally stuck. I have another chapter ready for Light and Shadow: Meet the Twins, but I kind of don't know where I'm going with that story...

I've been busy with prepping for midterms. *sobs angrily* I HATE MIDTERMS!

I'm going to be such a troll during this... Mwahahaha!