This is my first fanfic, and it's a crossover, plus there's a character I made up as the main character, so please don't kill me if it's not great. I also don't have a beta reader, so I can't promise no mistakes, but I'll definitely do my best.

Also, I own none of the Percy Jackson characters, or anything else related to the Percy Jackson series. Otherwise, this would be an actual book. And not a fanfic.

Chapter 1

Hi guys. I'm Zalinka Evensberg. Apparently, word got out that I have a super interesting story to tell. I dunno if that's true or not, but I'll let you decide. Everyone's been begging to hear the story, first hand. So here goes nothing, I guess.

I'd been having one helluva week. I mean, you'd think that when your mom dies in a freak accident, leaving you an orphan, on your seventeenth birthday, that's the worst that could happen, right? Wrong. Apparently, my mom didn't own our house. She'd been paying rent on it for years. So of course, she goes and DIES and doesn't ever tell me this. Well, the landlord comes by one day, knocks on the door, and barges in the second I open the door. "Hello, Miss Evensberg. Might I speak to your mother?" (Of course no one's bothered to tell him she died last week...)
"Sorry, sir, but she died just last week in a freak accident. Is there anything I can do to help you?"
"Huh. Sorry to hear about your mom." He didn't sound sorry at all. "But anyways, the rent on this house is over three months late, and I came to collect or evict whoever happens to be living in here."
"Wait, what? We own this house. Mom paid off the mortgage years ago. She always made sure to pay extra just to get the mortgage out of the way. No way do we... I owe rent."
"Sorry, hun. Your mom was lying to you. She paid rent on this house every month. So now it's three months late, and I want to see some money. No money, and you get evicted. That's just the way it is. So, fifteen hundred, or you're out."
I sighed. I knew there was no money in the bank. Or at least not enough to pay off that debt. "Fine. At least give me time to pack, please?"
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Just be outta here by noon tomorrow." He turned on his heel and left.
I stood there for a while, wondering just what I would do. I was seventeen, an orphan, homeless, friendless, and virtually penniless. I'd never gone to school. Mom said it was too dangerous, but never explained why. She'd always had to work, so I wasn't even homeschooled. My dad left us before I was born. I learned basic math, reading, and writing on my own. I'd really never left the house, except to go to the library next door, where I'd spend the day devouring books.

I had my bags packed by evening. I didn't have that much stuff. A few books I'd been given from the librarians, who knew how much I loved to read and that I couldn't even afford a book. My clothes, just a bunch of too-big T-shirts and some jeans from Goodwill. A hairbrush, toothbrush, toothpaste, and some mascara, the only amenities my mom had been able to afford. I packed the blankets from my mom's old bed, scoured the kitchen for food that would last, and wrapped it all up inside my single bag. I slept one last night in my old bed.

I left that house by ten in the morning. I had no idea where to go, so I just went to the library, stuffed my bag behind a bookshelf, and snuggled into a nearby beanbag to read a few books. I figured that I would sleep in the library that night, if I could find a way to get around the librarians.

I was in the middle of reading one of my personal favorites, Percy Jackson and the Olympians: the Lightning Thief, when a young man, maybe nineteen, sat down next to me. He was maybe 5' 6" - shorter than me. His eyes were a brownish caramel color, just like his thick wavy hair. He wore an Avalanche cap, a T-shirt emblazoned with the words "Go Green" across the front, camo cargo pants, and a pair of scuffed and muddy Jordans. "Do you like the Greek myths?" His voice quiet and deep.
"Yeah, I love the stories. And the idea of half-bloods? I wish I could have a life like that... Even with all the monsters trying to kill you." I laughed, knowing how outrageous that sounded.
He looked at me, obviously trying to see if I was for real. "What if... What if that world were real?" He started slowly. "What if you and I were a part of that world?"
I stared at him. He was serious. "Then I would beg you on my knees to take me to Camp Half-Blood, put me in Hermes' Cabin, and wait until my parent that... I've... never... met... HOLY FREAKING COW! IS THAT WHY I CAN'T READ WELL?" Yeah, I forgot to mention that I'm dyslexic... Mom says - said that I am ADHD too. "Hold up then. Why have I never been attacked by monsters?"
He lifted an eyebrow. "Do remember we are in a library. Unless you want to get kicked out, keep your voice down. Also, did I mention I'm a satyr? And that I've been keeping you safe for the last seventeen years?"
"Um, no, you managed to leave that bit out. So... I'm gonna take a wild guess here: do you know how my mom died?"
He looked sheepish. "Yeah... I tried to save her, I promise, I did! But it's hard to keep someone safe when you're being chased by a Chimera and you are the only one to fight it off."
"Hey, it's alright. At least now I know how she really died. I didn't think a car accident would leave marks like that." He seemed shocked. I guess he didn't expect me to take it that well. But as I said, my week had started out pretty poorly. "Oh, by the way, I'm Zalinka Evensberg, though you probably already know that. What's your name?"
He chuckled. "Well, this has got to be the most interesting pickup I've ever done. I tell you I'm a mythological creature that's not supposed to exist, tell you I was there when your mother was killed, and that she was killed by another mythological creature that's also not supposed to exist, and you seem ecstatic to learn I'm real, the Greek myths are real, you are a half-blood. And now you ask my name as though we are talking about the whether over lunch in a cafe? Damn, girl. You're good. Anyways, I'm Brett."
"Cool name. And yeah, any other week, I might have acted a bit differently to all the new info. But when your mom dies on your birthday and you get evicted the next day? Yeah, I might just be in shock." Then I thought of something. "Hold up a sec, if you are real, and the Greek myths are real, is this real?" I held up the Percy Jackson book I'd been reading.
"Well, yeah. No idea how it ended up published, but yes, it is all true - except the romance between Percy and Annabeth. They're just friends."
"SWEET! Um, does Percy have a girlfriend? And is he at camp right now?" I asked, silently begging that he'd be single and at camp.
"No, and yes, in that order. I'm sur-"
"Can we go to camp RIGHT NOW? Because I am dying to get in there." I said.

Suddenly, I noticed one of the librarians peering at us through a bookshelf. It was the one librarian here who hated me, with a passion. Just now though, her eyes seemed to glow red. "Uh, Brett, I'm starting to think there's a monster after us. Don't think I'm trying to be all hero-y and all, but her eyes are glowing. And red. And she's the one that despises me."
He swung around. "I knew this place smelled off. Here, take this." He handed me an intricate silver bracelet with a gold disc in the center. "Press the disc and it will transform into a whip made of celestial bronze." He pressed his index finger to a golden arm band, which sprang into a wicked looking sword, apparently based on a scimitar, but with several sharp points along the outside edge and the end of the blade thinned into a curved point clearly meant to cause as much damage as possible in a single blow.
"I know this is bad timing, but should I grab my stuff or just leave it here?"
He glared at me. "Leave it. We'll give you some money so you can go buy clothes and anything else you need. Let's get outta here." I'd love to say we did something awesomely cool, like attack the monster peering at us through the books. But no, Brett just had to punch through the window behind us and pull us both through. My first time consciously seeing a monster, and we don't fight it? Come on. Anyways, we ran flat out for the bus that had just stopped at the corner. We barely made it before the doors closed. I looked back as the bus pulled away. Maybe I shouldn't have done that, but who cares? Glaring out of the broken window was one of the monsters that had chased Percy: a Fury.
"Crap. A Fury? Gods, your mother must have done something to keep the monsters at bay. You must be incredibly alluring to them. i wonder who your dad is?"
I silently prayed that whoever it was wasn't Poseidon, 'cause even though I'd only read about him, I had a massive crush on Percy Jackson. And it would be way more than incredibly messed up to like your half-brother. Although, I suppose any half-blood I might like was a cousin of mine somehow... ugh. I hoped the gods wouldn't see that as incest, 'cause there was no way in hell... Tartarus, I guess, that I would give up at least one half-blood boyfriend.