Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or HoO *sob* but I do own the plot, story, and most characters(except for the ones appearing in PJO&HoO)
Chapter One: Daughter of Snow
Atalalanta's POV
10 year old Atalanta Jackson spun her Celestial Bronze dagger, changing it into a razor sharp Celestial Bronze disc as she sparred with her best friends Damini Grace, Spring Valdez, and Ruby Zhang. Selene, her older sister, was nearby competing with an Apollo kid at archery. Her brother Jacen was sword fighting with Damini's twin brother Thorsus.
Suddenly, there was a scream from Thalia's pine on Half Blood Hill. Every camper outside on the camp grounds-which was most campers-looked at the pine. There was roaring, large amounts of it too. A girl staggered up the hill. A large roaring followed her-a drakon. The girl turned, and grabbed something from her neck. She was suddenly holding a Celestial Bronze sword which she slashed at the drakon with.
Amazingly, the sword cut through the drakon's tough hide. The girl raced up the hill, panting, chased by a horde of baddies. She raced into camp, and collapsed, coughing up blood.
Her leg was badly cut, and her black T-shirt was tattered and bore numerous claw marks. She had long black hair and coffee brown eyes. Her skin looked like it was naturally supposed to be pale, but it was tanned and bronzed. Chiron trotted up the hill to her, and they exchanged a few inaudible words.
A few Apollo campers carried the girl to the infirmary. Several monsters were pounding on the magical boundary, howling and roaring cries filling the air. Percy, Atalanta's dad, was gearing up for battle with Atalanta's mom, Annabeth, Damini's parents, Jason and Piper, Spring's parents, Leo and Calypso, and their friend, Nico di Angelo. Together the 7 were the lead demigods of the camp. Ruby was visiting from Camp Jupiter, so her parents weren't here.
"Dad, can I help?" Atalanta asked her dad. Her dad sighed.
"I don't want you getting hurt, At," he said. "You can spar with your friends, right?"
Atalanta nodded mutely and trudged back to her friends.
Andromeda's POV
Andromeda's eyes fluttered open. She felt like she'd just been run over by a truck. Her thigh stung a little bit, although it was only slightly painful. She was in a hospital-like room with white walls that had weird pictures that were sort of like the health photos that were sometimes in school nurse offices-except with skeletons, satyrs, and nymphs instead of humans.
A blond guy was standing at a table at one side of the room, pouring translucent golden liquid into a glass cup. It looked like apple juice, but Andromeda knew what it was. She knew from her early years spent at her mother's ice palace that it was nectar, the drink of the gods. The boy turned around and grinned.
"You're awake," he said.
"I noticed," Andromeda answered.
He handed her the cup to drink, and opened a few drawers, pulling out a fresh set of clothes. "We healed you after you got into camp," he said. "Your wounds are mostly fine, and you should be able to get up today. You want to change?" I nodded and he left the room.
A few hours later, Andromeda was walking down the camp greens. She'd spent half her life dreaming of escaping her mom's icy realm and coming here to live. It was getting dark, and it was almost time for the campfire. She'd just gotten there when the songs had started. Andromeda didn't feel much like singing. She was thinking about her mother's last words, not the sing along.
"You have failed my heart, Andromeda," her mother had told her. "You should have followed my ways, joined the forces of Gaea. But no! You helped the Olympians. You betrayed my trust. I can never look at you the same again." Then Andromeda had run, barely making it here. But she was still scared she wasn't safe.
Atalanta's POV
Atalanta was singing corny songs with Ruby, Damini, and Spring. Damini was seriously good at singing, probably because her mom was awesome at it. Spring kept cracking jokes about the songs. Suddenly, the campers went quiet. The flames in the fire pit died, leaving a bright white glow. Atalanta eyes focused on the source, and she gasped.
The new girl was bathed in a white glow. Snowflake marks entwined around her arms. The glowing white symbol of a snowflake floated above her head. The campers just stared at it, mystified. No one seemed to know what the claiming meant. It seemed sort of like the North Wind, maybe Boreas.
Chiron tucked in his front legs in a bow. "Hail, Andromeda, daughter of Khione, goddess of snow."