AN: Hello, hello! At long last, I have finally reached the point where I feel comfortable publishing this story. My first multi-chapter fic on this profile. The plan is to publish at least one chapter a week, though it may change to two a week if I get sufficiently far enough ahead with my writing. I don't make any promises, but I'll do my best to stick to that upload schedule. I will definitely upload two chapters this week, though. This one, and then the second one on Friday. Anyway, before we go any further, here's that full summary I promised in the short blurb you clicked on.

Full summary: Elizabeth Jackson has never been more excited. Finally, after hearing stories about Camp for years, she's getting to go. However, her summer won't go as smoothly as planned. A goddess has been kidnapped, and there will be hell to pay if she isn't safely returned by the summer solstice. Elizabeth takes it upon herself to do so, and along with her new friends, Theo and Jocelyn, goes on a quest to save the world. However, behind it all someone is pulling the strings: the kidnapping is just the first step in a much bigger plot.

Exciting! Anyway, I would absolutely love any and all feedback on the story. So don't feel shy! Leave me a review! Questions, comments, suggestions, I'm open to all. And hey, if you ask a question, I may answer it in the next chapter's Author's Note (as long as it's not a spoiler).

One last note before we get going. In my one-shot collection (which is not very long yet), Untold Stories, is a brief story about Elizabeth Jackson set a few months before this book starts. It doesn't really pertain to anything that happens here, but if you want to see more of a couple of the characters in this story, check it out.

OKAY, that's finally it. Without further ado, Elizabeth Jackson and the Stolen Goddess

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or Heroes of Olympus

Elizabeth Jackson and the Stolen Goddess

Chapter 1: I Get Into a Death Match with My Gym Teacher

No one ever said that being descended from the Greek gods was easy. It's dangerous, it's scary, and often it gets you killed. But that doesn't mean that it isn't freaking awesome!

I guess I should back up. My name is Elizabeth Jackson. If that last name sounds familiar, it might be because of my parents: Percy and Annabeth Jackson (nee Chase), two of the most important and most powerful heroes who ever lived. They defeated Kronos, and they are among the legendary "Seven." You could say that I've got a lot to live up to, and you wouldn't be wrong there. But I'm a Jackson. I like a challenge. Little did I know that before long, I would be in over my head involved in the very type of challenge, the very type of adventure, which I sought. I suppose it all started on my last day of seventh grade…


The alarm on my phone blared, jerking me out of my sleep. I looked around my room confusedly, trying to find the source of the annoying noise. Finally, I grabbed my phone and flicked off the alarm. I gazed around my room, trying to gather my bearings until I remembered what day it was. It was the last day of school. And just like that, I was wide awake.

I leaped out of bed and stretched, looking out the wall of windows over the New York skyline. I turned and dashed to my door, ready to head across the hall to the bathroom when suddenly I found myself crashed in a heap on the floor. "Ow!" I yelped. I looked around for what I'd slipped on, and found one of my skateboards rolling across the room away from me. I really needed to find a better way to store those things. "I'll discipline you later," I grumbled at the offending skateboard after I'd untangled myself from… myself and stood up.

I went across the hall into the bathroom, more careful not to step on anything this time, and entered the bathroom that my younger brother Matt and I shared. I winced when I saw myself in the mirror. My curly black hair was a mess, matted on one side and sticking up all over the place. It took me a solid ten minutes to undo the knots in my hair and pull it into a presentable ponytail, then I hurried back into my room to change out of my pajamas.

After pulling on my clothes, strapping the skateboard I hadn't slipped on to the outside of my backpack - the other one was in time-out - and pulling on my Red Sox cap I left my room again and hurried downstairs to the first floor of our penthouse apartment. Penthouse apartment! Yeah, my family is kinda rich. My mom is the founder and CEO of one of the largest Architectural firms in the United States: Olympic Architecture.

When I reached the base of the stairs, the smell of eggs and bacon beckoned me into the kitchen. My dad stood at the stove, wearing a pair of New Rome University sweatpants and an old Camp Half-Blood t-shirt. At the sight of the shirt, my excitement peaked again. I would be going to Camp for the first time tomorrow! I'd finally get the chance to really experience all the amazing things my parents had told me about!

"Morning, Elizabeth," dad said, yawning. "You look excited. Ready for your last day of school?"

"Am I ever!" I said. "Only one test separates me from Camp!"

"What subject is it?" dad asked, turning his back on the stove, letting the bacon sizzle a bit.

"Math," I said. "Piece of cake."

Dad gave me a look that implied that math was not a piece of cake, and, in fact, math was the most repulsive thing to ever walk the face of the planet. "Thank gods you inherited your mother's intelligence. Math was a nightmare for me. Of course, my sixth grade math teacher was a fury…"

At that moment, mom came into the kitchen. People always said I was the spitting image of my mom, same face, same eyes, same body type; the only difference was that instead of blonde, my hair was black. Mom was dressed in high heels, a knee length black skirt, a white blouse, and a black blazer. I figured she had a meeting today because mom hated wearing high heels and only wore them if she had a meeting to go to. "That's no excuse for the years after that," mom quipped.

Dad shrugged. "Some people are good at math, Wise Girl, other people aren't."

Mom rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around dad's waist. "You are such a Seaweed Brain." She kissed him and I looked away pointedly (watching your parents kiss is just gross).

Then, mom's cell phone rang. It was pretty much exactly the same as mine: a wafer thin black device with the Greek letter Eta written on the back. The phones were part of a line of demigod-friendly products built by Uncle Leo. "Hey, Malcolm," mom said, answering the phone. "What's up?" Malcolm, one of my mom's half-brothers on the godly side, was the CFO of my mom's company. He'd been with mom since the founding of the company. The two were close; apparently he'd been her second-in-command at Camp Half-Blood.

As mom and Malcolm chatted about building projects and deals and whatever else bigshot architecture people talk about, dad looked at me and said, "Go upstairs and make sure your brother is awake." Then he turned back to the bacon and eggs. I hoisted myself up from my seat and trudged back upstairs.

My brother's room was right next to mine, thus why we had to share a bathroom, and thank gods there were two sinks in there. Although he was a year younger than me, he slept like a sixteen year old. That is, like a log and all the time. I pounded on the door and got a muffled grunt in response. "Come on, Matt, wake up," I called. "Last day of school, remember?" Another muffled grunt. He sounded like a water buffalo. "Oh for Zeus's sake," I grumbled, and shouldered his door open.

My room was by no means the paragon of cleanliness, but I tried to keep things fairly organized. Compared to Matt's room, though, I practically lived in a sterile environment. Clothes were strewn all about his floor, his bookshelf was covered in miscellany, and empty soda cans could be found lying on his bedside table and on top of his dresser. Matt lay face down on his bare mattress, one sheet half covering his body, the rest of his blankets in a heap at the foot of his bed. How he slept like that I have no idea.

"Yo, dude, time to wake up," I said loudly right next to his ear.

"Five more minutes," he mumbled softly. I rolled my eyes and yanked the pillow out from under his head, then proceeded to hit him with it viciously (or as viciously as you can with a pillow) until he finally said, "Ow, ow, okay! I'll get up!"

I stepped back as Matt swung his legs around to the edge of the bed and sat up. As much as I looked like mom, he looked like dad, except for his hair, of course, which was blond – sort of the inverse of me. "Do you mind leaving?" he said grumpily. "I have to get dressed."

"How do you even know which clothes are clean?" I asked in disgust, looking around his floor. I knew for a fact that he never bothered to put clean clothes away in his dresser.

"Clothes on the right side of my bed are dirty," he said shortly. "Clothes on the left are clean. I've got a system, don't go parenting me. Now, I have to get dressed, so out."

"Whatever," I said with a shrug and departed from his room. I bounded back down the stairs and towards the kitchen. Mom and dad didn't notice my presence immediately, which was awkward because they were doing the only thing worse than kissing: flirting.

"C'mon," dad was saying, his arms wrapped around mom's waist, "when have I ever let plans fall through?"

"Where should I start?" mom asked sarcastically. "How about our one-month anniversary?"

"I believe I took you to Paris," dad responded.

"And you were late to our wedding," mom retorted.

"That was hardly my own fault," dad said defensively. "Are you ever going to let that one go?"

"Nope, it's way more fun to hold it over you," mom said just before kissing him.

I cleared my throat and my parents broke apart. "Why do you guys have to do that?" I asked, sitting at the breakfast table. "Flirt, I mean. You're already married. It's kinda gross."

Dad laughed. "But that's what makes it fun! It grosses you out!" He set a plate of bacon and eggs in front of me and I started inhaling the food.

"Whatever, dad," I said through a mouthful of food. "So what was mom saying about plans and you letting them fall through?"

"Tonight is Sierra's last night in town," mom reminded me. My heart sank. Sierra Grace, my best friend, would be going to Camp Jupiter instead of Camp Half-Blood. Meanwhile, her annoying twin brother Gus (well, Augustus, but I called him Gus because it bothered him) would be the Grace sibling going to Camp Half-Blood with me. "And Augustus is spending the night here so we can drive him to Camp tomorrow."

I groaned. "We're driving Gus to Camp tomorrow? Why?"

"Because Uncle Jason and Aunt Piper are flying out to California with Sierra and taking Riley" - Riley was the youngest Grace kid, he was a two years younger than Sierra and Gus - "out to see Emily and Hannah," mom explained, giving me a stern look. Emily and Hannah were the Zhang girls. Emily was Riley's age and Hannah was a year younger. "I don't know why you and Augustus can't get along, Elizabeth. You two used to get along so well when you were younger."

"It'll sort itself out," dad said, coming to join the two of us at the breakfast table. "Remember, you and I hated each other when we first met. And I still butt heads with Thalia."

"Isn't Thalia still sixteen?" I pointed out. "You argue with a teenager?"

Dad blushed. "That's not the point. The point is that despite how much you and Augustus argue, you are still friends, whether either you will admit it or not." I frowned. I wasn't so sure that I bought it, but I also couldn't think of anything to say in rebuttal.

At that point, Matt interrupted by coming into the kitchen and saying, "Is that bacon I smell?"

"Always a one track mind," I said under my breath. Not that I could talk; I was trying to pick up tiny bacon crumbs from my plate. Matt went over to the stove and heaped bacon onto his plate, then joined us at the table.

"At any rate," mom continued, "the Graces are coming over tonight for dinner, but Piper and I will be at a meeting until late," - Aunt Piper was the head of Public Relations at Olympic Architecture - "so your father is in charge of making sure that the food gets made."

"And it will," dad said. "I made breakfast didn't I?"

Mom raised an eyebrow at dad. "I literally had to kick you to get out of bed to come make breakfast." Dad was about to retort when mom's phone rang again. Thank Zeus, too, I don't know how much more of the flirting I could stand without puking. "Hello? Hey Pipes!... Okay, yeah, I'll meet you downstairs." She hung up the phone and kissed each of us goodbye. "Piper's here, I've gotta go. Love you guys! Have a good last day of school Elizabeth and Matt!"

"Bye mom," Matt and I chorused. Dad followed mom to the door, leaving Matt and I alone in the kitchen. We had a brief fight over who got the last piece of bacon, which I won by punching him… beneath the belt, and sat back down before dad rejoined us, twirling his car keys around his finger.

"Alright guys, we should probably head out, too," dad said. Matt nodded, still in pain from where I'd punched him, and I said, "Okay, dad." As we walked out the front door, I remembered that I'd forgotten to pack my Celestial Bronze knife in my backpack. I briefly considered asking to run back upstairs to get it, but I decided against it. It was the last day of school and nothing had happened all year except an incident with a Sphinx, and that hadn't even been at school, so I was sure that I'd be fine without it today. Turns out, I was wrong.


Halfway to school, the radio got interrupted by a computerized voice which said, "Incoming call from Leo Valdez."

"Answer," dad said. Then, "Yo, what's up Valdez?"

"Sup, Jackson," came Uncle Leo's voice over the car speakers. "Can you talk?" he asked. Can you talk? The euphemism for Are the kids within earshot? Mom or dad often got calls from one of our Aunts or Uncles or even from Nico or Reyna, other friends of the family, that often began with the words Can you talk?

"Uh, the kids are in the car," dad responded, as I knew he would. It was actually pretty annoying. I mean, okay, I get it, top secret "the Seven of Prophecy" (what were they, the Avengers of demigods?) matters or whatever, but that didn't stop it from getting on my nerves. I was thirteen, I wasn't stupid. I knew that a call like this meant that mom and dad would be leaving on a quest soon and Matt and I would be off to stay with Grandpa Paul and Grandma Sally. Well, Matt would; I'd be at Camp Half-Blood this time.

"Oh, okay," Uncle Leo said. "Well how are you kids doing?"

"Pretty good," I responded. "It's the last day of school today and I only have one test. Then I'm off to Camp tomorrow!"

Uncle Leo whistled. "You're already thirteen? My goodness the time flies faster than Festus. How about you Matt? What are you up to this summer?"

Matt sat forward excitedly in the backseat. I frowned, because I knew exactly what he was going to say. "Dad's taking me to see Grandpa Poseidon's palace!" he exclaimed excitedly.

And there it was. Matt would be visiting the undersea palace of our grandfather and I wouldn't be. I never would be. Because unlike dad or my brother, I had no water powers. I knew it was a silly thing to be upset over. I was getting to go to Camp this year, and besides, it's not like it was anyone's fault that I didn't have any of Poseidon's awesome sea powers, I just didn't. Even so, it had upset me since I could remember. What was wrong with me that I hadn't gotten those powers?

I had apparently tuned out the rest of the conversation, lost in my thoughts as I was, because next thing I knew, dad was saying, "Alright, man, I'll call you back later."

"Sounds good, Perce," Uncle Leo said. "Bye kids, have a great last day of school!"

"Bye, Uncle Leo!" Matt and I responded. There was a soft beeping sound as the phone hung up. Most of the rest of the drive was uneventful. We listened to the radio in tired silence. Well, Matt and dad were tired. I was lost in thought about my powers dilemma. Finally, we arrived at Goode Junior High. It was really just a Middle School, but I guess they thought calling it a "Junior High" made it sound more impressive. Goode Jr. as most of the student body derisively called it fed into the High School my dad had gone to and Grandpa Paul taught at.

Matt got out of the car, "Bye dad, see you later."

I was about to get out, too, but dad placed his hand on my shoulder. "Hey," he said, "I may not be the most observant person in the world, but I know you're upset about your brother and I going to see Poseidon's palace."

"It's not really that," I said. "It's just… Dad, why didn't I get any water powers?"

"I don't know honey," dad admitted. "The fates are impossible to understand. But you know that this doesn't mean that I love you any less, right? You're perfect just the way you are, Elizabeth, and you don't need water powers to prove it."

"Thanks, dad," I said. We'd had this talk before, but it didn't change the fact that I desperately wanted water powers. I was jealous of my brother and I had been ever since his powers had first manifested. I made to get out of the car again, but dad held me back one more time. "Remember, Camp tomorrow."

I smiled. That was true. I would finally be going to Camp tomorrow and that made everything worth it, even Gus staying the night at our house. Somehow, dad always knew how to cheer me up. "Thanks, dad. Love you."

"Love you, too," he said. "Do well on your test today!"

"Of course!" I called back as I walked into the building.


I was sitting in the hall outside the gymnasium after I finished my math final because for some reason the math final was held in the gym. I had finished the test in forty-five minutes. Technically, we weren't supposed to be let out until two hours had passed, but Mr. Pastor, my math teacher, was a nice guy, and I was his favorite student, so he'd let me out. I was reading (luckily, I hadn't inherited my parents' dyslexia), minding my own business when the meanest teacher in the school decided to ruin my last day of school. "Ms. Jackson!" the stern voice of Mrs. Dimitri, my gym teacher, snapped from down the hall. I looked up at the woman and received a look that would've turned Medusa to stone.

Mrs. Dimitri was a tall, thin woman with short black hair, yellowish eyes and long fingernails. Seriously, lady, haven't you ever heard of a nail clipper? I thought. She was dressed in the normal gym teacher getup of white shirt and athletic pants. However, she was also wearing snakeskin boats, which she never took off as far as I knew, a habit that seemed weird for a gym teacher to have. We all joked about them behind her back. "What are you doing out in the hall?" she snapped.

"I finished my test," I said. "Mr. Pastor let me out early."

"And you're the only one who finished?" she asked suspiciously.

I almost said, By a long shot, but I decided against that. "Yeah," I said simply.

She smiled coldly. "Good." I really didn't like the sinister edge in her voice when she said that. I liked it even less when she began to transform. The snakeskin of her boots grew up her legs. Her already long fingernails grew into talons. The pupils of her eyes became slits, and her tongue shot out between her now-fangs, revealing that it was forked. After the transformation was complete, I found myself looking at a dracaena.

Gods, I was an idiot. How had I not seen her for what she really was? And of course, I'd neglected to bring my knife to school with me. I was a complete dunce. The snake-woman formerly known as my gym teacher lunged at me. I grabbed the first thing my fingers wrapped around: my backpack strap. I swung the bag at her, and it collided with her head, making a satisfying thud. Mrs. Dimitri went sprawling backwards.

I used the brief opportunity to dash across the hall into the girls' locker room. I ran down the rows and rows of lockers and dove down a row just in time for Mrs. Dimitri to slam open the locker room door. I knew that I didn't have long before she found me, but I didn't know what to do. I had no weapon. I looked around helplessly. Then I noticed that one of the lockers was open very slightly. Maybe I did have a weapon after all. I dashed down the row and stuck my hand in the opening, waiting.

Mrs. Dimitri turned down my row of lockers. "Time to die, Jackson!" She moved surprisingly fast, but that was good. The more momentum the better. As soon as she got close, I swung the locker open with as much force as possible. Mrs. Dimitri slammed into the door with such force that it broke off its hinges. Mrs. Dimitri screamed aloud and fell to the floor in a heap. I dashed away down the aisle and back towards the door. My hat flew off, but I didn't have time to look back. I slammed against the locker room door, but it didn't open. Mrs. Dimitri had locked the door. I turned around. Mrs. Dimitri was making her way towards me, a massive purple lump on her forehead and looking even more murderous than before, if that was even possible. She had my hat clutched in her talons and she ripped it in half as she made her way to me. I saw red. I loved that hat.

I yelled and ran at her, my fist cocked back to punch her. Unfortunately, this move was a pretty obvious one, and she was expecting it. She caught my wrist, her talons digging in and drawing blood. I gasped in pain. She twisted my arm, and I felt my shoulder pop out of its socket. I yelped aloud. Then with her free hand, she smacked me backwards, into the door. I was just regaining my bearings when she grabbed me around the throat, slammed my back into the door, and lifted me into the air. I kicked out at her, but it had no effect.

"I've been waiting for this all year," Mrs. Dimitri snarled. "I was sent here to see what your potential was. I'm not supposed to kill you, but… well you didn't exactly meet my master's expectations, so I'm sure he won't mind too much." Her master? What did that mean?

Not that I'd ever find out. I was running out of air quickly. My peripheral vision had gone dark, and I could feel my heart beat in my skull. I knew I didn't have long before I passed out, and that would be my doom. Suddenly, I felt a sharp, intense pain in my stomach. What was that all about? Maybe it was part of dying via suffocation?

And then there was a roaring noise and I collapsed to the floor, retching. I looked up, wondering what had happened. Mrs. Dimitri was being blasted by a jet of water from one of the shower stalls. "Am I doing that?" I wondered aloud. In response the pain in my stomach got worse and I gasped, clutching my stomach. My eyes watered in pain. All around me, the walls of the locker room bulged, and before I knew what was happening, there was something of an explosion. All the pipes in the walls burst, tearing apart the locker room and drenching everything, myself included. And then… it was over.

Mrs. Dimitri was gone, the golden powder that had been her washing down the drain in the floor along with the small lake that had just been created. The pain in my stomach was gone, too. I was alone, kneeling in the locker room, drenched to the bone. I wasn't sure what had just happened, but one thing was clear. I had water powers. I had the powers of Poseidon.


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