These stories are based on my Percy Jackson OOCs, Sierra and Avery Gray, Mick Jules, and Rowan Lore. If I feel like it, I might turn this into a SYOD. If you send in some characters, I might consider adding them! PM me! As of now, this doesn't really have a grand plot or anything, just whatever I feel like writing. But I might get an idea later on-.

A/N: Two of my four characters have very dark lives. I'm sorry if they offend you. They will have lighter, happier times in these stories, but if want to really understand my characters you will have to experience their past. PLEASE review! I will love you forever and give you cookies if you do!

Story 1

Remembrance

This story has dark themes and is dealing with WWII , Nazis, and concentration

camps. If this bothers you, I'm sorry. Please no flames. It's your choice to read this.

"Näher kommen kleine Bruder"

"Stay close, little brother."

Sierra Grey holds her younger brother Avery close to her chest as the Nazi soldiers walk past. They examine them like horses while they wait to be taken to their deaths at the concentration camps.

She has already received her numbers. They are permanently etched into her skin. Nothing will ever erase them.

261745

That is her number.

That is all she is now.

These numbers are her identity now.

Avery is crying.

He hasn't stopped crying since they came here. Sierra doesn't blame him. She would be crying too, but she has to stay strong for her little brother.

Sierra has to be his strength. He is only five. He doesn't deserve a life like this. No one does.

Why did this have to happen to her? Why?

She wishes she could have her life back. The life she had before her parents where brutally murdered before her eyes.

She was scarred for life.

Nothing could wipe away those memories.

Nothing.

Sierra takes a deep breathe, willing away her past as she loads an arrow. She closes one eye, concentrating hard.

She lets the arrow fly while tapping into her magical abilities to give the arrow even more accuracy, so she is sure not to miss her target.

The hellhound howls and falls to the ground. The Hunters of Artemis are upon him before he even hits the ground. They completely destroy the hellhound. The hunters are so skilled and accurate, Sierra almost feels sorry for the poor beast. Almost.

The lieutenant comes over to Sierra, a tight smile on her near-perfect face.

Her black hair is pixie cut and her dark green eyes sparkle with intelligence. Her light, brown skin glows during day and night. She is tall and lithe, yet muscular. She could easily best a minotaur. She is beautiful. She could have been an actress.

Veda Knightly is one of the strongest people Sierra knows and for this reason, she respects her. They are best friends. Veda understands Sierra and vice versa.

Sierra doesn't give out respect easily. In her eyes, you have to earn it. For this reason, she doesn't have many friends.

It's not that she isn't a nice person, she's just…sagacious and many people don't understand that.

This is why she knew she would never fit in at Camp Half-Blood. This is why she joined the Hunters of Artemis. The hunters understood her pain. Besides, there was nothing for her at the camp.

Everything or everyone she has ever loved has been taken from her.

She is left with nothing but a hollow shell of hate.

Veda suggests they head back to camp. There are no objections. All the hunters are worn from a hard day of hunting.

They feast upon breads, cheeses, and fruits. There is even a little wine. They may look like they are underage, but they are all far past drinking age.

Sierra even laughs a little as the newest addition to their little gang starts to do an Irish gig.

Veda sense something is wrong with her.

"What is troubling you, Sierra?" She asks, inconspicuously. She doesn't want to draw too much attention to their conversation. The others do not need to be involved.

Sierra shrugs. "The past is catching up with me I'm afraid." Her smile is sad as she stares into the fire. She absentmindedly tosses some of her food into the flames, sending up an offering for Artemis and begrudgingly- her mother.

Veda places a hand on her shoulder. "Do you want a break to try to look for him again?"

Sierra looks hopeful, but it quickly subsides. She can't do that. What kind of Hunter of Artemis would she be if she ran away on a wild goose chase, looking for a boy?

Veda seems to read her thoughts. "It's not just a boy, its your brother. You haven't seen him in over sixty years, Sierra. Artemis understands how you feel about him."

Sierra looks into Veda's eyes. They are illuminated by the flames. "Aren't you afraid of what will happen when I find him?"

Veda shakes her head. "No, if you choose to leave us hunters, its your choice. We will all still love you Sierra."

Sierra trusts Veda more than anyone else in the world and if she says everything will be okay, she knows she can trust her.

"Laufen kleine Bruder, führen! Der Arzt ist nach uns!"

"Run little brother run! The doctor is after us!"

Sierra clings to Avery's small hand as she rushes through the halls of Auschwitz. By some divine force, they have been granted a chance to escape.

It's a ghost of a chance that they will escape, but that is all Sierra needs. Avery's crying seems to have ceased for the moment. Even he knows this is the only chance they will ever get.

If they fail, they die.

Sierra can see the gates leading to the outside. This renews her strength and she runs even faster.

Suddenly she is struck with paralyzing fear.

There is someone at the gate.

Sierra screams, but it is too late to turn back now.

It's all over.

The dark figure turns and Sierra can see a beautiful woman beneath the dark robes. Her bluish-silver eyes glow in the moonlight.

Her full, rosy red lips curve into a smile that's almost haunting.

Sierra pulls Avery close. He is crying again.

"Alles ist gut." Sierra whispers.

"All is good"

The woman comes closer and Sierra can hear the guard behind them, coming closer and closer.

"Alles ist gut."

Avery is sobbing so loud, it blares in Sierra's ears.

The dark figure holds out her arms and Sierra can feel Avery being pulled from her. She beings to scream.

"Alles ist gut!"

The Nazi soldiers are upon her. They seize her, dragging her away. It is almost as if they don't see Avery. They completely ignore him. Sierra is their main focus.

"Alles ist gut!"

Avery holds his arms out for his beloved sister, crying even louder now as this unknown force drags him from the only person that has shown him love for two years.

"Alles ist gut!"

His blue eyes flare with rage. He holds out his hand, reaching for his sister. His sobs turn into screams of anger. He resists the force with everything ounce of strength within him.

"ALLES IST GUT!"

His outstretched hand sparks. Once, twice… and the guards burst into flames. Sierra is unharmed though, as the blaze completely destroys the guards.

The dark figure gasps, her eyes widening in surprise. "No, not yet."

Avery finds strength, the invisible arms, dragging him from Sierra release their hold and he runs to his sister.

She holds him tight, stoking his wavy, brown hair. "Alles ist gut! Alles ist gut, Avery."

Avery turns his attention to the woman and for a second his silver-blue eyes flicker red. She backs away.

"No, not…not yet…" She disappears in a puff of smoke.

Avery's strength falters and he beings to cry again. He clings to Sierra like a lifeline.

"Alles ist gut, Avery. Alles ist gut"