Hey guys, Tigra here. So, this is my first published fanfic, though I have written a few before. I'm gonna warn you right now: I'm going to try and turn this into a good story, and keep updating, but I've abandoned many a story before. Then again, I've never had anything other than my own incentive to continue before.
I am TOTALLY open to constructive criticism. In fact, I want it. Just, if you don't like it, tell me why, so I can do better in the future.
Also, I have already picked out first names for most of the main characters, but I'm struggling with middle names. Please, feel free to suggest some. My only rule is that it has to have meaning to the Seven-and friends. For example, the character introduced in this chapter has the middle name Olympia, and another's middle name is going to be Nightshade, for the beloved Hunter we met in The Titan's Curse.
Disclaimer: Oh my gosh, I've never had need for a disclaimer before! I feel so important! So, ANYWAYS, I don't own Percy Jackson, or any of the other Seven. You see, I'm a teenaged girl, and last I checked, Rick Riordan was not. ;)
Oh one last thing: This first chapter is more explanatory than it is crucial to the plot. I recommend you read the first paragraph, but other than that... Well, you can skip it if you want.
It was a typical day day in the life of the amazing, incredible unbelievable ...me. My name is Aurora. I'm twelve years old, I have long hair and blue-green eyes. My dad likes to say I'm a 'mini-mom', which according to him makes me brave, strong and beautiful. He should try telling that to the mortal teens. They think I'm some kind of a freak. And, in a strange sort of way, they're right. See, my closest friends and I are what demigods call legacies.
Allow me to explain. You know the stories about Greek and Roman gods? Well, I referred to them as stories instead of myths for a reason. The gods are real. As are the monsters and heroes who fought them in the old legends. That's right, people- Odysseus, Helen of Troy, Hercules, etc. All real. Granted, those guys aren't around any more, with the exception of Hercules, since he was made a god. Those heroes were the half-mortal children of the gods-demigods. Well, the gods didn't stop hooking up with mortals just because Greece, and later Rome, fell. And the monsters didn't simply cease to exist. The monsters have excellent noses, so lone demigods constantly run into 's why we have camps, protected by magical boundaries. One Roman-Camp Jupiter, and one Greek-Camp Half-Blood. Half-blood, by the way, is nothing more than another term for demigod. Now, as for what legacies are, those are the children of demigods, or children of other legacies. Wondering how no one else knows about all this craziness? Well, it's this thing called the Mist. Mortals, the dense things that they are, are unable to comprehend things like hellhounds materializing from shadows, and glowing bronze swords, so in order to minimize the number of mortals driven insane due to witnessing said events, the Mist hides these occurrences. Instead of a giant hellhound, most mortals will see something akin to a rabid mastiff. The glowing sword? Maybe a baseball bat, or a lacrosse stick. There are mortals born with clear sight, aka the ability to see through the Mist, but they are few and far between.
But anyway, back to my story!