Hey guys... This is my first fanfic, so I hope you like it. Just for this one, pretend that Annabeth doesn't exist. Sorry. :( Okay? Please?
Thanks,
Athenabeth Chase
The swirling peacock feather over my head shimmered in hues of blues and greens as everyone stared. I frowned, one eyebrow raised as to why the eyes of so many people were trained on me. A really pretty girl with cinnamon coloured hair and golden eyes broke the silence.
"It's Hera." Her voice was low, confused, even wary.
"Huh?" I say.
"You. You're a daughter of Hera." The girl said again. "How? When? Why?"
"What do you mean?" I say.
The girl, who introduced herself as Dyana, took my hand and quickly led me through the front door of a cherry coloured house on the hill, which had a sign over it saying in crooked letters: The Big House. Inside, the interior is grapevine patterned wallpaper, with a mounted leopard head on the wall being feed something that looks suspiciously like Cheetos from what looks like a... harpy?
"Well. A daughter of Hera." A voice echoing from the corner says, and I snap my head to see the owner. A pudgy man in a Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts is lounging on a deep purple couch, holding a can of Diet Coke in his hand.
"So I'm told." I say, and Dyana's eyebrows rise. She notices me watching her, and looks down at her orange t-shirt, smoothing down minuscule wrinkles.
"Ah, you have a cocky confidence. You remind me of a certain Perry Johnson." The man says, walking towards me.
"Perry Johnson?" I say, and see Dyana mouth Percy Jackson.
My eyes widen. Percy Jackson is a world class swimmer, won millions of medals and all that, but he's a - what do you call it? - a demigod. Okay. Life just keeps getting weirder than weird.
"Percy Jackson was a demigod?" I ask the guy.
"Yes Frannie Booth. He was a son of Poseidon, of course."
I open my mouth to say, "I'm Finnlee Bell," when I think better of it. If this is a camp for demigods, then a god must run it. I look at the man in front of me. His eyes are bloodshot, like he'd been drinking, and his lips were cherry red. And he smelt like wine.
"You're the wine dude!" I say, and regret it immediately. His eyes flash with purple fire, and I see images of tortured people being strangled by grapevines and turned mad. He's more powerful than I thought. He's one of the Olympians - the son of Zeus.
"Yes, you could call me that. But I wouldn't. Not if you wanted to turn mad."
"You're Dionysus?" I say, shocked.
"Yes, I am. Now, back to you. You are a daughter of Hera. How?"
I shake my head. "I don't know. My dad told me that my mom died - I never knew her.
He nods. "She was an Olympian - the queen of Olympus. Beautiful, but powerful. Zeus will be enraged that you were claimed. Never in history has Hera mothered a demigod."
I blink. Wow. Okay. I am the first child of Hera. Ever. "What is my future?" I ask, warily.
Just then, a boy with messy black hair and green eyes rushes through the door. "The Oracle moved!" he yells, and all hell breaks loose.
Dyana runs out the room, and through the window I can see her run into a cabin that looks like a miniature Barbie dreamhouse. Aphrodite, I guess. The boy leans on his knees, panting, and when he looks up my heart stops.
It's Percy Jackson.
I bite my lip. Do I say hi?
I do anyway. "Hey. Percy Jackson, right?"
He looks up, flicking his dark hair out of his eyes. "Yes. I suppose you want my autograph?"
As I look closer at him, I see he looks exhausted. His shirt is drenched with sweat, and his dark hair is lank.
"No actually, I don't. I just wanted to know if you wanted something to drink. You look real tired." I say, surprising myself. I have NEVER been this nice.
"Thanks. Got any food?" He says, and I realise I am having a conversation with an Olympic gold medalist. Wow. He is really down to earth, and nice. That's good - too many other champions have massive egos.
"Well, I could get some Cheetos from the... is that a harpy?" I say.
"Yep. It's a harpy. Her name's Ella - we rescued her on a quest. She's my brother's girlfriend." He says
"Wow. Okay. Must be a long story." I walk over and snag a hand of Cheetos from the bag - Ella the harpy doesn't look up, she just keeps feeding the leopard head more Cheetos and muttering.
"Here," I say, passing them to him.
"Thanks." He says, and smiles.
I smile back, and I have a feeling that Percy Jackson and I are going to be friends.
So... What do you think? Please read and review - do you think Finnlee and Percy are going to get together?
Thanks,
Athenabeth Chase
