My life has never been the simple, storybook life I want. How could it when you have a god as a parent? That still sounds weird to me, after all these years. I am twenty-seven years old, but have been a regular at Camp Half Blood since I was fifteen. Half-blood, the most wonderful term ever coined. I mean, I don't feel as empowered as Hercules or some crap like that to use the term demi-god. I'm what they call a lesser Apollo-daughter, meaning while monsters wouldn't exactly hesitate to own my ass if they flew by my window randomly, they would not rise from Hades or where ever the heck else they might hide to come and find me.

The name's Eris, but don't worry. I am not no goddess of discord, you won't suddenly be plagued with bad luck after seeing me. My mom just got really, really in to the whole Greek Mythology thing…or should I say Greek Realology. Either way, she found out that Adam was actually Apollo (they dated for one week, but she got him really drunk and he revealed his true identity while doing the deed. I should not know this much about my own conception, but my mom seemed to think it was important for me to know every…graphic detail. That woman can bend and well—you probably don't want to know.), anyways, so she had to name me Eris. She said, based on what my dad had said, there was a fairly good chance the name would fit.

Too bad I have fought a grand total of three monsters in my 25 years of being able to comprehend who I am. Ya, go ahead and say it. Eris the wimp. That's the nickname I earned pretty fast over at Camp Half Blood. My best skill besides knitting? Singing. People learned to run and hide when it came to me and a bow. And well swords…lets just say there's a reason most of them are specially enchanted to keep klutzes like me from… I don't know…beheading Mr. D.

In fact, my life had been so plain Jane, they never would have expected me of all people to have one of the most messed up kids on my hands since Pandora.

Well, she wasn't really mine fully…maybe I should just start at the beginning.

It was the first summer I'd ever spent away from Camp Half Blood. They probably didn't forget the whole klutz thing, but they were also far too preoccupied with this newbie what's his name…Percy Jackson? Eh he'll probably be the next messiah constantly saving the world and then proceeding to fuck it up again. Man those kids are fun to hear about, even if I never actually have gotten to be around when they exist.

Anyways, I was dating this kid named Allan Liaman. Coughscumbagcough. I'd thought, at the time, Allan was the one for me. He had a face that looked like an angel carved it and these eyes, which just melted me on the spot.

To be honest, I was desperate to get my hooks in him and never let him go. So much so, in fact, that I was trying to get pregnant. Course, I didn't tell him that. Why would he stick around if I had? I gotta say I did some pretty shameful things in my past. Not really my fault when my mom is a hooker that I viewed sex as a tool, just like talons are to an eagle or money to some rich snob.

Oh ya, and did I forget to mention Allan was LOADED? Maybe that was as big of a factor…it's hard to tell.

But as the attempts for me to get pregnant got not only monotonous but impossible seeming, I was beginning to wonder if something was wrong with me. If something was messed up…down south. Finally, I went in to the doctor secretly. I might not be very good at…well most talents that matter for a half-blood, but lying and sneaking around? Those were my forte, the most valuable lessons I ever learned from my mom.

So I really had no problem hiding the bills, but I got to tell you. That was possibly the most awkward trip anywhere I had ever been. The whole office was packed and dead silent. There was a bloated teenager with a flustered, red-faced father and a fidgety ebony haired boy, an overly smiley pregnant girl with an overly smiley man (except the girl kept making the black haired boy nervous by winking at him when her husband wasn't looking), and a pretty, non-pregnant girl who looked like something was stuck up her ass, tightly gripping (and I mean tight enough to turn his hand snow white) a guy who looked like he would rather be anywhere but here.

Me too buddy. I thought to myself. Me too.

"Eris Cleveland?" came a nurse's voice, more like a question than a statement if you ask me. I shyly raised my hand and got up, a few eyes watching me. Great. So all these people now knew my name even.

I stumbled after the nurse, ready to hear what could possibly be the most embarrassing news of my life.

After the most uncomfortable visit with a guy balding in the center of his head and the creepiest enjoyment for his um….job, I found myself staring in disbelief at the paper in my hand. If I hadn't been such a weak Apollo kid, the thing would have caught fire without a doubt.

"Why gods, why?" I murmured to myself. This must be some very sick joke. My parents were possibly the two most promiscuous people in the world. Apollo had the second biggest cabin at camp, second only to Hermes where all the unclaimeds were. My mom had seven other kids each from a different father.

It was thereby extremely ironic that the two's kid was banned from ever having a child. The paper basically screamed to me that I was…well I was baron. How could I even start with how ridiculous that was?

I fidgeted with the helm of my shirt, replaying the doctor's words in my head.

"Your body cannot sustain pregnancy." His greasy forehead glimmered as he pulled out the sheet. "It will attack any and all attempts as one would an infection." There was a piece of lettuce in his tooth as he spoke. It annoyed the Hades out of me, almost as much as the know-it-all tone of his voice. I was probably just looking for someone to blame other than my own body, but I was as near as I had ever been to bashing in someone's skull.

Nothing like the worst news you'd gotten in your life next to the fact that you are a not just a demi-god but a lame demi-god to put a fire under you to actually go out and have some fun. I ain't talking about the regular, mortal 'fun' you guys have. Oh no.

I'd been shattering glass all night with a pitch only dogs can hear. Nothing like making random's wonder what the Hades was going on when their dogs howled or their windshield on their car popped out of nowhere.

Anyways, I had been doing this for around a half an hour when something else heard my song and started to wail like no tomorrow. I paused, puzzled. The wail kept going, so I slipped into the ally it was coming from. There, in a banished silver cradle, was the answer to my prayers. I looked toward the heavens, thanking whatever god or goddess had taken mercy on me

It was a baby. A perfect, gorgeous reddish-brown-headed infant, mere days old. Just what I wanted so badly….

I know what you are probably thinking. You shouldn't adopt stray babies randomly sitting in New York ally ways. But my half-dyslexic eyes could make out the letter engraved on a small necklace the child wore, as well as one deeply engraved in the crest of the silver cradle, Σ. Shin, 'S.'

I knew the gods had meant for me to have this little girl, one hundred percent. Things are never a coincidence.

I fidgeted with the silvery necklace, flipping it over to see a name engraved in simple, elegant script. Atlanta. I couldn't help but feel it was too much of a mouthful and thought for a moment.

"Lannie." I muttered aloud. It fit somehow, simple and pretty. Lannie it was.

I admit, when I first took Lannie in, I had no idea what I was doing. So trained to using whatever I had, from my body to my voice to even my friendships as a tool, I guess I had been certain I would do the same with her.

The problem was, I had no clue that having a kid was not that straightforward. You have to give selflessly. Can't be thinking about your gains. Because if that's how you think…how I thought…then most likely you won't make it as a parent long.

By the time I was home, I was exhausted. I had to figure out exactly what I was going to do about Allan, but for the moment, he slept so peacefully, I barely had the heart to wake him.

"Hey." I whispered softly and he rolled onto his belly, incredible gold-green eyes groggily opening.

"You've lost weight." He muttered almost incoherently. I turned my face so he couldn't see the smile on my face. Sounded like the gods looked after their own.

"You have a daughter." This popped his head up, and even in the dark I could read his expression, 'What!?!'

I chortled nervously, knowing I had to tread carefully now. "I told you a thousand times…how do you not remember?"

I knew he didn't pay enough attention to me and was now kicking himself for it. He was obviously trying to remember if he ever heard I was pregnant. Based on his expression, I half-sadly-half-gladly realized he had no idea.

I flicked on the light, a warm smile on my face. Ya, I'm conniving. But I just couldn't stand to loose that face. I heard him mutter a curse. He'd been talking behind my back about leaving me, as he got the feeling (and he was right) that I was up to something. "Come with me. I'd like you to meet her."

Not giving him a chance to say anything else, I gripped his hand and tore him over to the other room, where Lannie sat in a new cradle. The old one was too gaudy and I knew gaudy plus mortals equals…well not good. Even rich ones couldn't understand Greek gaudiness. I'd pawn it off later, but for now, I had spent the whole night gathering baby supplies. Even cleaned out a room before going up to confront Allan.

Said man looked like he was partially going to take the blanket I had given Atlanta and hang himself, another part smother Lannie (wouldn't end well for him. The gods would be ticked) partially going to kill me, and a small part of him seemed almost proud. Miniscule in comparison, but it gave me hope.

Lannie cooed. I hadn't even noticed, but she was wide-awake. "Isn't she gorgeous?"

"Ya," Allan agreed, his eyes distant, "gorgeous…" he turned to me. "What's her name?"

"Atlanta." I replied, gripping his arm as Lannie babbled. "I like to call her Lannie."

"Lannie." Allan nodded, in approval I hope. "I like it." He reached his hand down to her face, caressing it softly. You gotta love mist…

She's mine. I could hear a faint voice whisper in my head. I couldn't make out any details, male or female even. You watch her. If she gets hurt, you will be solely responsible.

The venom in the voice was unmistakable. It worried me. The voice wasn't any one's I recognize, and I had seen most of the gods, despite my poor powers. I gulped.

I hope I can….

So please, tell me what do you think so far. I have been working hard on this one's storyline and its nothing like PJO. Different villains, different characters, different reasons behind everything.

I need to know if this story is worth continuing though. Also note I don't do stories where OCS mix with cannon. Cannon goes with cannon and OC goes with OC. We won't see too much of Annabeth, Percy, Grover, and most of the others and if we do, I will keep them as in character as possible. Just little flashes here and there. This first story majoratably takes place in the first and second books. Meaning randomly I will put in her seeing them running around.

Also, I am open to any guesses on Atlanta's parent. I'll narrow it down. Her birth does not break any rules and while her parent is not of the big three, there is a reason she draws so many monsters.