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Daytime's daughter, Snow's curse shall reap
Death by promises Fire cannot keep
The broken child stands strong at last
Unhindered by the pain of her past
When all else fails, her light will glow
Her triumph, none else shall know
Alissa's past has made her shy and hesitant to fight. Can she break free of her mental chains and step out of her comfort zone? She has been chosen for a quest—and not just any quest— the quest of seven has turned into the quest of eight. Alissa must travel the world with a group of demigods she barely knows or the world will end. One demigod in particular interests her: Leo Valdez. Despite his cheerful personality, she can see how much pain he is hiding, she knows because she is hiding pain too.
AN: This is my first time writing HOO fanfiction, or really, any fanfiction besides Harry Potter. Wish me luck! I would've gone further but I need the book to do that, this is only as far as I can read for free online. Don't worry, I'll check the book out of the Library and write a new chapter soon. Perhaps your reviews will persuade me to do it faster...? Anyway... Let's have our favorite half-blood give you the disclaimer...
Leo: Why can't you do it? You have fingers to type.
Me: Leoooo! It's more fun if you do it! Everybody Luvs da Leo!
Leo: Fine, the mcshizzle man will do it! MadiRosefangirl does not own The HOO universe or any recognizable characters, though she wishes she would own bad boy supreme—
Me: Leo!
Leo: Fine! Anyway. Everything you recognize belongs to Rick Troll Riordan and not her!
Me: Thank you, Leo!
Sorry for the long authors note, enjoy the story!
Alissa has had a normal enough life… for a demigod, that is. She is a child of Apollo—cabin 7— and thirteen years old. Her hair is honey blonde with hints of auburn and her eyes are piercing blue. Freckles cover her nose and cheeks and her skin is tanned from the sun. Maybe today I can eat my lunch in peace, she thought as she sat down in the dining pavilion. Yesterday's lunch had been eventful. As she sat down, a bomb had gone off in Hephaestus cabin again. Everyone had rushed to see if anyone was injured—they weren't. But of course, it wouldn't be camp Half-blood if everything went as planned. Just after she had taken her seat, a flying chariot crashed into the lake. Alissa rushed outside to see what happened. Butch stands in the lake, cutting the wrecked harnesses off the pegasi. Fortunately, the horses looked okay, but they were flapping their wings and splashing water everywhere. Annabeth stood on the shore with two boys. One short latino with curly black hair and brown eyes, and one taller boy with blonde hair and blue eyes. Campers stood around them, handing out blankets and asking questions. Another kid was still in the lake. She had brown hair and oddly colored eyes that seemed to change as Alissa looked at them. She obviously had indian heritage. One camper pulled the girl out of the lake by the arms and helped her stand.
My half brother, Will, pushed through the crowd. "Annabeth! I said you could borrow the chariot, not destroy it!" Will's bow and arrows were on his back, like always.
"Will, I'm sorry," Annabeth sighed. "I'll get it fixed, I promise."
Will scowled at his broken chariot. He looked at the new kids, seizing them up. "These are the ones? Way older than thirteen. Why haven't they been claimed already?"
"Claimed?" The latino boy asked. He reminded Alissa of a latino santa's elf. She smiled at him slightly.
Before Annabeth could explain, Will said, "Any sign of Percy?
"No," Annabeth admitted. Alissa's fellow campers muttered. Percy had been gone while now and Alissa was starting to get really worried.
Drew stepped forward. She glanced at the latino, fixed her eyes on the blonde like he might be worthy of her attention, then curled her lip at the brown haired girl as if she were a week-old burrito that had just been pulled out of a dumpster. Alissa glared at Drew.
"Well," Drew said, "I hope they're worth the trouble."
The latino snorted. "Gee, thanks. What are we, your new pets?" Alissa snickers, loving this kid.
"No kidding," the blonde said. "How about some answers before you stand judging us—like, what is this place, why are we here, how long do we have to stay?" Have to stay? Camp Half-blood is the only safe place for people like them. His best bet is here.
"Jason," Annabeth said. That must be the blonde's name. "I promise we'll answer your questions. And Drew"—she frowned at the glamour girl—"all demigods are worth saving. But I'll admit, the trip didn't accomplish what I hoped."
"Hey," the Indian girl said, "we didn't ask to be brought here."
Drew sniffed. "And nobody wants you, hon. Does your hair always look like a dead badger?" Alissa growled quietly. Bullying is not cool.
The girl stepped forward, ready to smack Drew, but Annabeth said, "Piper, stop." Piper, Alissa duly noted. Piper did stop, unfortunately.
"We need to make our new arrivals feel welcome," Annabeth said, with another pointed look at Drew. "We'll assign the each a guide, give them a tour of camp. Hopefully by the campfire tonight, they'll be claimed."
"Would somebody tell me what claimed means?" Piper asked.
Suddenly there was a collective gasp. Alissa and the rest of the campers backed away. Floating over the latino's head was a blazing holographic image—a fiery hammer.
"That," Annabeth said, "is claiming."
"What'd I do?" the boy backed toward the lake. Then he glanced up and yelped. "Is my hair on fire?" He ducked, but the symbol follow him bobbing and weaving so it looked like he was trying to write something in flames with his head.
"This can't be good," Butch muttered. "The curse—"
"Butch, shut up," Annabeth said. "Leo, you've just been claimed—"
"By a god," Jason interrupted. "That's the symbol of Vulcan, isn't it?"
Alissa jaw dropped and all eyes turned to Jason.
"Jason," Annabeth said carefully, "how did you know that?"
"I'm not sure."
"Vulcan?" Leo demanded. "I don't even LIKE Star Trek. What are you talking about?" Alissa snorted loudly and Leo met her eyes for a second. She flinched, hating anyone's attention being on her.
"Vulcan is the Roman name for Hephaestus," Annabeth said, "the god of blacksmiths and fire."
The fiery hammer faded, but Leo kept swatting the air like he was afraid it was following him. "The god of what? Who?"
Annabeth turned to Will. "Will, would you take Leo, give him a tour? Introduce him to his bunkmates in Cabin Nine." Odd choice. Why not get a Hephaestus kid to do it?
"Sure, Annabeth."
"What's Cabin Nine?" Leo asked. "And I'm not a Vulcan!"
"Come on, Mr. Spock, I'll explain everything." Will put a hand on Leo's shoulder and steered him off toward the cabins. Alissa followed and caught up with her half brother and Spock.
