Hello! My name is RoflCopterGoesSwoiSwoiSwoi, know what? Just call me RoflCopter. So, this story does contain original characters, heck, it's written from the perspective of one of them! But I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS SPAWNED FROM THE MIND OF RICK RIORDAN! I am simply using his fantastic universe as a template for a story.
So, What is it about? Well, I thought up this idea of what if a Mortal was "Adopted" by a God, so this is was I got. It's basically going to be the day-to-day life of an Adopted Demigod, and there may be a few surprises in store. We'll see. But, enough babbling from me, let's move on to the story! (Yes I know the title sucks, I'm absolutely atrocious with them. And the description, too.)
My eyes fluttered open as the sunlight pierced through the window of my room in New Rome, the sudden contrast in brightness awakening me from my slumber. I slowly threw my legs off the soft twin-sized mattress, standing up on the wooden floor. This place was really nice, I was already loving it, I wondered who I would meet here, and whether or not-
Oh! I almost forgot. My name's Caleb Mitchell, I'm eighteen years old, and I'm a mortal. Yes, you heard me right, everything in my 6 foot 2 inch body, from my pitch-black hair to my dark brown eyes, was full-blood mortal. I was born in Kansas, and was quickly orphaned in infancy. Having no nearby relations, I ended up going to an orphanage, and getting adopted by a family that lived near Rolla, Missouri. Life was great. I grew up doing all sorts of manual labor, tending to cattle, hunting, fishing, cutting wood for the stove in the basement, those kind of things. I went to school, made friends, life was normal.
The only problem? I saw things, more like attracted them. I was almost kidnapped numerous times, and even had someone pull a knife on me once. My foster parents got worried, so I started carrying a Smith and Wesson .357 Magnum in my back pocket from the age 14 on. I never had to use it, I grew tall and I grew muscular after middle school, people started wising up and leaving me alone. Until one day, these two men, later on I learned they were men from Kronos' Army, showed up and tried to take me away to join. I didn't know how they knew I could see things, but I sure didn't want to. So I politely told them to screw off, so they set the house on fire, killing my foster parents, and leaving me with a burning passion for revenge. My story reached New York, and they sent a Satyr named Gleeson after me.
When I found those two in the battle for New York, I threw one off of a bridge and ran the other through the heart. Needless to say, I got my revenge. After the war, they took me to Olympus and... Put me up for adoption. Again. Poseidon was nice enough to accept the offer, and just like that, I was part of a family. I met Percy, made quick friends(and rival at sword fighting), and all the others at camp. When the Giant War broke out, I was skeptical, maybe because five campers from Camp were missing, three of which hadn't even been here a year, not to mention two Romans, were missing in action. Either way, I went along with everything right down to the final showdown, and when it was all over, the two camps were at peace. My first instinct was to go to New Rome, so here I was, waking up. I sauntered over to my suitcase, grabbing a pair of blue jeans, and a white T-Shirt, throwing my Camp Half-Blood hoodie on over it. I then looked under the clothes, looking at the pistol that rested in the bottom of the suit case. I decided to leave it. That's one reason I was good friends with the Hephaestus kids, they could modify guns to fire Celestial Bronze ammunition, me, being a hunter, figured it would be useful. So I had a rifle, pistol, and shotgun made for me. I then brushed my teeth and walked out into the town square, watching the people walk around in pure harmony and peace, though major structural damage had been done in the passing months. Apparently some Giant named Polybotes came in and demolished the place. Regardless, they seemed to be recovering. I began to walk through the streets, looking for a place to grab some breakfast. I saw this one small joint that had the smell of coffee and eggs drifting from it, I was drawn in like a moth to the light, taking a seat at the counter next to a black-haired girl in a toga, I order a simple coffee, no sweetener or anything, and a plate of scrambled eggs. The girl sitting next to me looked over, eyeing me with a grin.
"You from New York, I take it?" She asked. I look over at her. She seemed somewhat familiar, her face, her black eyes, everything seemed familiar, like I've seen her somewhere before. Probably from the battle. The Gods know how many Romans I saw then.
"What gave it away?" I say with a chuckle.
"Just had this hunch, an orange one," she said, chuckling slightly, taking a sip of her drink, looked like Hot Chocolate. The person at the counter dropped off my order, then did a salute towards the black-haired girl.
"You important around here?" I inquire, taking a large drink from my mug. She looked back at me with another grin.
"You could say that, although I try to avoid attention at little places like this," she said. I was honestly curious, but I was't going to pry, "by the way, my name's Reyna."
"Well, Reyna, my name's Caleb. And yes, I am from the outside these walls," I say. She looked back at her empty plate, then her half-empty mug, not really saying much else.
"Well, Caleb. Pleased to meet you. And I must tell you, you've caught me in a rather unusual mood. I'm usually all reclusive and serious, not talkative and happy."
"Really? That's quite strange," I say. In reality, I didn't believe that this smiling girl in a toga could be serious and reclusive. I wanted to think she was just pulling the wool over my eyes, trying to see how foolish I was, "I'm in between. In environments like this, I'd rather wait for people like you to walk up and say hello. But back home? I'll walk over to people I don't know and say good morning." That earned another smile from her. I was still not believing her on the Reclusive thing. I downed the rest of the drink and finished my eggs, which I had devouring with hunger in between exchanges with this Reyna girl. My thoughts returned to what she may do at this camp.
"It's not so different here, that is, if you've grown up here," She countered, not moving from her seat, even after the person behind the counter came and retrieved her plate and mine, "you just need to be congenial."
"Well then, looks like I need some work on my people skills," I say in mock worry, "crowds, public speaking, sitting in a room full of people I don't know, oh my." This earned an actual laugh from her, although It was quiet and kind of hidden from the crowd of people that had slowly trickled out into the square. I began to stand up, straightening out my jacket. "Well, Reyna, I would love to stay and chat, but my brother wanted me to IM him once I woke up in the morning. Wanted to make sure my flight was safe. My godly side doesn't exactly get along with the airlines," I say, given that Percy really had wanted me to check in, make sure Zeus didn't blast me out of the air, along with a slew of mortals.
"And who is your brother?" She replied, intrigue coming across her face.
"You might know him, given that he showed up here before everything picked up pace, his name's Percy Jackson," I say, and a look of surprise crossed Reyna's face immediately.
"Know him? I'm friends with him!" She said, surprised, "He never mentioned a brother." She then finished.
"I'm adopted, and then he kind of disappeared after the Titan War, and he had amnesia," I said, kind of stating why he might have forgotten.
"Well then, Caleb, I look forward to talking with you more, because if you're Percy's brother..." She trailed off, kind of lost in thought, "stop by the Praetor's office tomorrow morning, we can talk more then."
"Uh, sure," I say, kind of flustered. She ran off, her toga and hair trailing behind her. Praetor's office? That would mean that- Oh my Gods, I think to myself, realizing that I just had a conversation with the girl who traveled halfway across the world to deliver the statue of Athena to camp half-blood in order to end the war that was impending. I stood there for a few minutes before continuing on the day, IM'd Percy and told him about what happened, he seemed happy that I had met a friend of his. I continued on the rest of the day, and even played as a guest in the War Games. It was all so fun, yet tiring, I collapsed on my bed in my rented room. Tired and bruised, but happy nonetheless. I drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep, which was good, because dreams for demigods, adopted or not, suck.
