Authors Note: This is my first fanfiction, so dont be mad if it sucks u So, to explain, technically, we dont know who the seventh demigod of the Prophecy is, so i messed with that. It eventually falls into somewhere along how i envision MoA to go. SO yea...

PLEASE READ AND REVIEW, I WANT TO IMPROVE, BUT I NEED YOUR HELP!

Disclaimer: I DONT OWN PJO OR HOO I AM NOT RICK RIORDAN.


Chapter 1:

Christl sat in the corner of the classroom, head down, her usually pristine green eyes bloodshot from crying. Great, she thought, another thing people could use to make fun of her. A shadow crossed over her, and she looked up with her trademark defiant glare, that look that almost dared someone to mock her, practically whispering to them, Try it, and see how far you get before I come after you. She relaxed when she saw it was Chris: He looked down at her, and when he saw the dried tears, he simply sat on her desk, folded his arms and legs and said, "You don't play fair, you know that? It's hard to stay mad at someone who cries about it as soon as you leave."

She punched him in the stomach, "That argument was your fault!" she retorted, even while a smile of relief broke out on her face. He laughed when he saw her smile, "Sure, because you being stubborn had nothing to do with it." he said, the twinkle back in his dark blue eyes.

He jumped off the desk and ruffled his messy blonde hair saying casually, "So Christl, you wanna hang out after school?" it was a simple question, but she could see through his cool guy act, all the way to the red coming in at his cheeks.

"Sure-" she began; hoping for a nice day, but then the headache came in. She'd hoped because it was Chris, the argument wouldn't set her off; no such luck. She look up at him in terror, willing Chris to understand, and moreover, to run.

He looked at her, concern flashing across his face "What's wrong Christl?" She wanted to scream. If she said it out loud, people would panic, and draw closer, opposite to what she needed. She concentrated harder, praying for him to get it, he'd seen it before, it should have been common sense!

Then the headache intensified and the sky over the school was dyed crimson, in a manner almost befitting a genius painter. The scent of ozone filled the air, and she yelled in desperation "Run you idiot!" as the lightning struck.

"Lightning is a marvel of nature," her first foster mother had always told her, "Its beauty is immense and powerful for just a moment, and then it's gone; impossible to contain or control." Christl felt at that moment, the world could use less lightning. The lightning storm turned the roof into a very sloppy concrete mush and proceeded to crash down in deadly arcs around her. She knew what was coming, but she still screamed when the lightning struck Chris, four bolts directly to the chest. The storm raged around for a few more seconds but Christl had shut her eyes to block out the tears. When she opened her eyes again, she saw 3 people had been hit directly; she choked up when she saw Chris, his blonde hair singed black, and his blue eyes still opened in shock. She stepped forward, but thought better of it, and began running. She was used to this routine, once her "accidents" had become deadly she'd be run out anyway. So she ran first. Stay one step ahead of the people that wanted to hurt her, and she could stay one step ahead of the pain. But this time was different, Chris had been the first one to know that the "accidents" were her fault, and he didn't judge her for it. He'd stood up for her, made her laugh, and had broken down all her usual shields. So for the first time since her first foster mother, she felt the emptiness left by losing a loved one.

She stopped, unable to go on, and cried. The argument wasn't even important, it was so stupid. But she'd known what it would cause and she hadn't been able to control herself. Ever since she was little, whenever she felt sincere anger, or extreme sadness the world around her seemed to take it upon itself to punish whoever caused it. There were fires, storms, earthquakes, tsunamis, any destructive force you could imagine, it didn't matter. They all swelled around her, reveled in her desperation, in the destruction of her world. As the sun went down, she realized she had to keep going. She would find a new school, and try again but there was a new problem: she was scared, even with all the accidents and danger, and heart ache, the main problem was that this was the first time someone had died in one of the accidents. She took a pillow out of her backpack, and put it on the ground, she had an idea of where the next school she could go to was, but going at 2 in the morning might cause suspicion and attention she didn't need.

Christl closed her eyes, and her exhausted brain and muscles took over, putting her to sleep. She dreamed she was back at the school, but on the roof, looking out at the Catskill Mountains. Then, the very earth of the mountain began to morph, twisting into the features of a sleeping woman, her eyes were closed, but Christl could hear her as if she was speaking directly into her mind. "Ahh little hero, always running away, nothing but a coward, yet still the gods will call on you; deny them, little one. If you do, I will return to you everything you have lost at their hand." The dream shifted, and all of a sudden Christl was sitting on a beautiful pristine beach enjoying a day with Chris, and her first foster mother, Elizabeth was there making lunch, slightly behind them was her old house, her original home. As the voice spoke, the earth shook, and the house collapsed, and Chris and Elizabeth disappeared, Christl began running, this was not a force she trusted or wanted to challenge. But a giant rock spire erupted from the ground and impeded her. The voice laughed, "There is no way to run from me, so long as you remain on this earth." Christl sank down to the ground, understanding her helplessness, and the ground softened, and began pulling her into itself. "Splendid, it is good you understand you cannot win; when your choice arrives, they will tell you to either deny me, or deny the gods. Deny them and I will return your life to you. But deny me child, and I will steal the last sanctuary you have from underneath your very feet." And just like that, a chasm opened up and swallowed her. She fell down into the darkness screaming for Chris, for Elizabeth, for anyone, to save her.

Christl awoke with a start, cold sweat running down her face. She looked down at the ground, afraid that see would see the woman's face watching her. After staring for a few minutes, she shook her head vigorously. It had to have been just a dream; the dirt doesn't just start speaking to someone out of nowhere, and she didn't believe in any gods. Even if she did, she'd say they have a sick sense of humor. She gathered up her few belongings and started walking, even from here she could see the New York City skyline; the next school was in the city.

When she reached the city, she found a nearby shelter and talked her way in. She had no idea how long she'd be able to stay before everything went wrong; before another accident. She bought a map, and found what she was looking for: Cedar River Academy; a school for troubled teens in New York City. She walked into the main office and talked her way into the system, and her grades were transferred from her last few schools. She sighed as they printed out her class sheet; here we go again, she thought, how long I will last this time. The school day had already started, so she ended up heading to her second period class. After a few minutes of searching, she found the classroom, but for some reason, two extremely large kids were standing outside the door. Every sense in Christl's body screamed danger, and something told her they weren't there for decoration. They turned simultaneously, sniffing the air, and when they turned towards her, their eyes locked and one of them grinned savagely. Christl turned and ran on instinct; and about a second later the area of hallway where she'd been standing had been turned into an inferno. The two stepped forward, except….they couldn't be human, they had grown to nine-foot-giants, each unslinging a bag of what looked like cannonballs with holes like wiffle balls, except each hole was dribbling fire.

Christl screamed as the one on the left hefted a cannonball from his bag and threw it at her, this time with more success; the bronze comet hit the wall next to her, but the explosion slammed her against the far wall. Dazed, Christl looked up at the two giants, and cursed out loud; she figured this was it, the end of a life full of pain. She felt the tears building but she bit down, and glared at them. The one on the right smirked "I like this one brother; feisty. I see why the Earth Mother wants her alive. Hello little demigod, I am a Laistrygonian giant, hired by my patron to capture you." He bent down to pick her up with his gargantuan hand and she did the only thing that came to her head; she bit his finger. She would NOT let these giants have their way. "You'll pay for that demigod! The Earth Mother didn't say you needed to be in one piece!" he growled. He threw Christl against the wall, dulling her senses even further. She saw black spots dancing in front of her eyes, and her vision went blurry. She saw the giants heading over, and she wished that she could have an "accident" right now. But there was nothing, the only headache she had was from getting flung against walls. She felt a sense of hopelessness, she couldn't even walk, much less run from these things; and to make it worse she was blacking out.

As her vision faded, she thought she must be going crazy, because she could've sworn she heard a goat bleating…


So thats the first chapter...

Whose child do YOU think she is? Ill be surprised if someone can guess it.