Hi! This is my first story so I hope that you really like it. There are some new characters so if you have absolutely any questions, ask me.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Percy Jackson characters! So I do not own PJO or HOO characters!


A woman with her curly blonde hair walked into the night with a straw basket in her hands. She wore an elaborate sunhat and a pair of sunglasses even though it was nighttime. Right next to her was her husband. He wore a tuxedo that matched nicely with his black hair and green eyes. They walked down the empty Manhattan street. Suddenly they stopped in front of a small two-storied house.

The woman started to unlock the gate, but before she could, her husband put his hand on her. "You're sure you want to do this, Annabeth?" the man asked.

Annabeth nodded assuringly and said, "It's for ours and her sake too. Don't forget about it, Percy." She walked up the porch and placed the pannier (basket) on the doorstep and pressed the doorbell. Ding-Dong! Then, she quiety slipped away into the night with Percy.

...

"I'll take it!" Mrs. Stone, the mother of the household, annouced as she ran downstairs. Her 11-year old daughter went chasing after her mom and exclaimed, "Wait up Mom! How do you spell it?" Mrs. Stone's second-grade son walked slowly behind his sister.

When Mrs. Stone reached the door, she held her hand to signal 'Stop!'. Her children froze right where they were as their mother flung the door open. Her eyes boggled when she saw what was there. "Daniella, Anthony, get your father here right this instant!" she demanded. The children started running up the stairs.

Mrs. Stone just stood there, trying to go over what she was seeing was true: a baby in a basket, still sleeping peacefully the night away. She then started to pick the pannier up and looked about the streets. Empty. Who could have possibly given this to her. She never ordered an infant. Besides, she had three children to raise already: Daniella, Anthony, and little Christianna. Now four?!She could already feel the money being wasted rising higher.

"What is it Jennifer?" Mr. Stone asked with Christianna in his arms. He soon spotted what his wife was so surprised about.

"What-" he started, but never finished.

Daniella and Anthony peered into the basket and found an infant sound asleep. The child can not be more than a month or two old. What kind of parent would abandon such a young newborn like that?

Mr. Stone spotted a middle-aged adult and took no chances. He grabbed the basket out of her wife's hand and ran to the man.

"Excuse me sir, do you happen to know anyone who lost a child that came here recently?" Mr. Stone asked hopefully but the man just shook his head sadly and left.

"Forget it Joseph,"Mrs. Stone said. Mr. Stone knew that his wife was right. He walked back into his living room. Everyone else followed.

Daniella continued to stare in awe at the child with her brother.

Then she noticed something.

"Wait a second," she announced. Daniella took a piece of paper out of the side of the crate and unfolded it slowly. Mrs. Stone took the piece as soon as her daughter was finished and read it aloud to the entire family:

" Dear You and Your Family,

If you are reading this, you probably recieved our child, Riviera.

We have carefully chosen you and your family to be the guardians of our little one. Why you may ask?

We do not want her to have the life we had filled with mosters and danger, especially

now because of the time she was born and how little Riviera is still now.

When she gets older, she will attend a camp for people like her, but for now,

please take care of her as if she was your own child.

Yours Truly,

Riviera's Parents "

Everyone took an extra moment as they reread the message.

"Cool!" Anthony said, breaking the stillness. "Monsters are real!"

PFFFT! His sister responded. Mrs. Stone gave them a stern look that had them quieted.

"So her name is Riviera," Mr. Stone started. "But Riviera what? Johnson? Smith? What? This can give us more information about her parents. And what camp are they talking about? And what about her birhday time?"

Suddenly they heard a cry from the basket. It was Riviera. Christianna was soon awoke by the noise and started crying along.

"Well." Mrs. Stone said. "Let's get these children settled and worry about everything later. After that, I think I should call it a day."

She picked up Riviera and led everyone to the kitchen.


I hope you really enjoy the story! I put all my effort into it. Thanks for reading!