Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson. I do own my characters tho.

Chapter I

I wake up to find out that I'm a schizophrenic

I woke up with a mouthful of snow and one of the worst headaches ever. Spitting out the snow I got up to find myself in what appears to be a dark alley. Graffitied walls were on both sides of me, blocking off the cold night wind. I tried to get up but I stumbled from my weak legs and instead leaned on one of the walls.

"Where am I?"

You're in New York

"What the hell! Why am I in New York? Also who said that?"

Calm down,I'm speaking from your mind. The headache won't get any better if you yell.

"Okay… so I'm obviously going crazy. Am I a schizophrenic?"

Maybe… why don't you tell me.

"I don't know… strange."

What's wrong?

"I uh… can't remember anything."

Well that's not good.

"Thanks captain obvious. You're the one in my head, can't you like jog my memories for me?"

Well here's the issue, I am you, and in a way you are also me. So if you have your memories gone, then so do I.

"Well that's just spectacular. Wait, how did you know I was in New York?"

The Empire State building is behind you.

And sure enough, when I turned around I saw the looming building in the skyline. The signature needle sticking out of the top of the building was without a doubt… the Empire State Building. Thunder boomed from the dark clouds circling over the top of the building.

"Alright brain, now that we established the fact that we're in New York, what next?"

Well I think you should visit a hospital.

"Why do you say that?"

Well firstly we need to check that headache of yours, it's driving me nuts. Secondly, they might be able to help with the whole memory loss.

"That was surprisingly logical. Well said brain, however you're missing one crucial thing."

That is?

"Where is the hospital?"

Beats me

"Argh, you're so useless." I grumbled. Cursing my stupid head I slowly got up from the ground. My knees wobbled under my weight and I nearly tripped over my own feet. I placed my hand on the wall and steadied my legs. For some strange reason I felt tired and out of breath.

That's because you are suffering from hunger.

My stomach, on cue started to rumble. I hadn't noticed it, but I was starving. It felt as if my stomach was caving in, as if it was trying to eat itself. My raging headache seemed to worsen as I realized just how hungry I was. As my eyes got heavier I heard footsteps behind me. Quickly I turned around to see a blurry human figure.

"Well, I was wondering when you would turn up." The woman's voice was enticing. Each syllable spoken was laced with charm; and had I been a male I would've fallen in love instantly, just from her voice.

"Who?" I whispered.

"Your patron, Aphrodite." Those were the last words I remembered before I passed out.

When I woke up I was happy to find that there was no snow in my mouth. I looked around the unfamiliar room I was sleeping in. The bed I was on was a giant king size mattress, with pure white bed sheets. The room had light red walls, decorated with numerous sea shells glistening from the grand chandelier hanging from the roof. The room felt luxurious and regal, a bit much for my taste to be honest.

"Where am I?" I said with a tired voice.

No clue. Hey is this what they call dé·jà vu?

"You are so useless." I said while face palming. As I was arguing with my inner voice, the door to the room opened. I jumped to my feet in a defensive stance out of reflex, as if I had been doing it a thousand times over.

How did I do that? I thought to myself.

It's probably because you did it a thousand times, so it was hardwired into your brain. The voice in my head soon became background noise; it was hard to pay attention to what it was saying because the person who entered the room blew my mind. Soon my voice stopped talking for once; I think my mind was literally blown. The woman who entered was stunningly beautiful, in an impossible way. She was wearing a revealing red dress, but her face was what drew my attention. Her eyes and hair kept changing as if it couldn't decide on what it wanted it to be. Her eyes changed colors from blue, hazel, green, to purple… like a kaleidoscope. Her hair went from straight to curls, and it kept changing colors just like her eyes.

"Close your mouth dear, before you catch any bugs." She said in a sweet tone.

"How do you do that?" I asked.

"Do what?" She replied with an arched eyebrow.

"The whole makeup chameleon thing." After a few seconds of silence, the woman started to laugh with one hand on her mouth. Seeing my confused face, she stopped laughing and looked at me with wide unblinking eyes.

"Oh dear, you aren't kidding around." She said. I noticed a split second of what looked like worry on her face, but was soon replaced by her charming smile. "I knew something was different about you. You hardly joked around, so serious just like your uptight mother."

"You know my mother? Do you by any chance know who I am?" The woman's eyes widened at my words.

"As I thought. You lost your memories." She said, I nodded. .

"I woke up in some alley with no memories. So I'm guessing you know who I am then?" I asked with curiosity.

"Your name is Arcene Chanel, and you are my champion." The woman replied with a smile.

"Champion?" I asked with a confused face.

"Yes, and I am your patron. Think of me as your boss, I tell you to do some stuff and you go and do them. Then I give you your reward. It's a bit deeper than a boss and employee relationship, but the comparison still suffices."

"I'm confused. I have no idea what you just said. Who are you? Why is your hair and eyes changing shape? Are you doing some kind of magic trick? Oh my god! Did you drug me?" I shouted. The woman let out a giggle and walked closer to me, plopping herself on the giant bed.

"You know I like this new you. So different from how you used to act. As for your questions, no I did not drug you. My appearance changes because mortals' perception of beauty changes every second. My name is Aphrodite, I am the goddess of love, beauty, seduction, pleasure, happiness and a lot of other stuff." The woman replied nonchalantly, as if we were having a pleasant tea conversation.

"Whoa, wait, timeout. You're saying that you're a goddess?"

"Yes, I am one of the twelve Olympians." I stared at her with wide eyes.

"Honey, you really ought to work on that mouth thing. It makes you look less appealing when you open your mouth in surprise." I closed my mouth shut in embarrassment.

"Okay… so I'm dealing with a crazy lady." I muttered.

"Careful love, I do not like it when people call me crazy. I am very much a goddess, and if I want to I can make your life extremely miserable." Her words were cold and sharp. I stared at her eyes and saw visions of woman going insane from love, wars being broken, and men killing for their loved ones. I felt cold sweat trickle down my back as I realized that this woman was someone you should not mess with.

"So you know my mom?" I asked to break the uncomfortable silence between us.

The goddess let out a sigh. "Yes I know your mother. We have our differences and honestly she is super annoying. She doesn't know you exist though." I paused at her words.

"What? How does she not know I exist? I mean, I don't know much about childbirth, but I do know that it's a painful experience, something you usually don't forget."

"Well… your birth was a bit different."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"What I'm trying to say is that you weren't born normally. To be exact you aren't even a mortal. Your birth is similar to mine, where you were born from the life essence of an immortal. However unlike mine, yours was faulty; resulting in you being immune from age, but could still die from wounds."

"Immortal? Like I can't die immortal?" I asked with shock.

"Yup! You're in the middle of a demigod and a god. If I remember correctly your thirtieth birthday passed, making you thirty." Aphrodite said with a grin.

"I'm thirty years old?" I said with a pale face.

"I think so. I wouldn't let it bother you so much, you don't look past twelve." Aphrodite handed me a mirror she conjured in the air. I took the mirror with shaky hands and saw my reflection. What I saw was a dirty twelve year old looking girl with messy short auburn hair. My face was small, accentuating my facial features, but the thing that stuck out like a sore thumb were my unnatural eyes. They were round due to my shocked face, and they were a unique... silver. Not grey, but silver, like the shiny metal.

"If I'm immortal why did I get stuck at the age of twelve?" I asked.

That's what you ask? My inner voice replied.

"I honestly have no idea. It might be because your mother likes to frolic around in that age. So being her child you unconsciously did the same." Aphrodite said with a shrug.

"My mom's twelve years old?"

Aphrodite laughed at my words. "No my love, she pretends to be twelve. Her excuse is that it's the average age of her hunters. She can be any age she wants, but I guess it's what she's most comfortable with." She said with a smirk.

"What's her name?" I asked with dread.

"Your mother is Artemis, the goddess of the hunt, moon, chastity, childbearing, and maidens. She is also a huge pain in my ass."