0- Prologue
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"Emily you idiot! Why did you do that? Ares could have killed you, you know!" I laughed a little at Narissa's panic. She was honestly freaking out and she barely knew me. Maybe it was because it was because we're cousins and we really hit it off…but then again, with her dad being Hades and mine being Poseidon, you'd think we wouldn't get along so well—though looking at Erika and Tia it wasn't so strange I figured.
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On TV and in comics, the heroes get all the cool powers. Superman gets to fly and all that cool stuff like being impervious to bullets and super-strong, Aquaman has that whole talking to fish and manipulating the water thing going for him, Flash has the speed, Green Lantern with his little being able to create things out of thin air just with his mind thing.
Well, I'm no comic book heroin, but in all seriousness, you'd think it would be really cool to be like a real live 'Aqua-girl' or something like that, right? Wrong! I'm a demigod, a daughter of Poseidon to be exact, so I get the cool powers like Aquaman…talking to fish—and horses because those were my father's creations—and manipulating water. Well, my twin brother and I have a real problem with being Poseidon's kids…more like our dad's family has a major problem with it. I personally love my dad. Why is being Poseidon's kid a problem, you ask? Because he's not supposed to have kids with humans.
Other than that, Emily Jackson—that's me, by the way—is just a normal eleven year old girl who's been in a different school for every fiscal year of her life. My brother's plagued with the same problem. I'm serious. We started in kindergarten, got expelled for fighting—in kindergarten for pity's sake!—our new school for first grade we got expelled for being the center of an explosion of the plumbing in the whole school starting with the bathrooms, second grade we got expelled for driving a teacher insane…you get the picture, right?
That year—the year we found out who our dad was—for sixth grade, we were at a school called Yancey Academy. It's a school for mentally ill children. Pathetic as it is, along with our history of changing schools, we're both dyslexic—like to the point I can't even write my own name sometimes, and it's not that hard a name to write, even if I were to only use my nickname of 'Mil'!—ADHD, and have extreme violent tendencies. I'm a bit worse than Percy though. On the violent part anyways. I can read Latin based languages easily and also most Greek stuff. But English stuff…I can barely read. And I'm pretty good about at least acting like I'm paying attention in class. But Yancey was the only place that would accept us that year.
You wanna know how I look? Oy vey…I'm a bit tall for my age…my hair's a sort of chocolate brown color, my eyes are sea green…what else…? Oh yea, Percy and I are identical in the face, but I have a lighter build than he does. And then there's our difference in style—Percy tends more towards simple stuff like t-shirts and jeans and I'm more into the punk style stuff (fingerless gloves, net tops…stuff that shows my stomach…things like that fill my wardrobe).
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AN: I do not own Percy Jackson or any of the canon characters or situations. I don't really like how the gods are portrayed in the canon series, so I'm changing their appearances for this. If you want a reference for their appearances, I'm kinda basing their looks on 'MYth' art by Zelda C. Wang (.com/). another note, there is no romance in this story yet, so don't ask! And flames will be used to roast 'mallows and wiener-burgers.
