Sup guys! So, anyways, here's my first fanfic. Please bear with me right now, there might be something wrong in the fic and such so please, constructive criticism is very much accepted. If you don't like fics with OC's as main characters, well, you have the choice to not read. Have fun reading!

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO and HoO, however the OC's are mine.


Prologue

POV: 3rd Person


Boom.

A gunshot rang through the night sky, followed by the shriek of a young girl and the demanding shout of a man. A woman of about twenty years of age stepped out of a house, her blonde hair whipping around in the wind. Her grey eyes looking everywhere, calculating, looking for oppressors, witnesses, escape routes. She zipped up her hoodie and shouldered her book bag. She started running, her gun in hand. She stopped and looked back at the house she just left. Her gaze seemed to suggest that she longed for it; however it changed to a look of determination.

"Bye Percy, Natasha. I'll see you soon, hopefully in a more, pleasant occasion." With that the woman took out a pearl and threw it on the ground. Just like that, the woman vanished, and the night was filled with silence once more.

However, inside the house, a man with of about the same age as the woman who just left is lying down on the floor. He has raven black hair and green eyes. He was clutching his stomach, where the bullet hit. Kneeling next to him was a young girl who's only seen four summers. She has long blonde hair cascading down her back in waves and innocent green eyes, wide with alarm.

"Daddy, daddy!" she screeched, shaking the forlorn figure of her father.

"Go, get the phone and call your Uncle Will, Natasha, tell him to come quick." Was all he said before he sat up, grunting in pain. The girl, now known as Natasha, stood up and ran down the hall to her parent's room.

"Why Annabeth, why?" was all the man managed to say before unconsciousness took him.


Chapter 1: Shocking Revelations


Rattle. Hiss. Thump.

"Another bullseye. I'm tellin' ya now sweetie, you definitely take on me in archery, not your father," Thalia said as she ruffled Theo's hair. Theo put on a smug face, just to rub it in his sister's face more, who was sitting on a chair not far away from where he was shooting. She rolled her eyes at him and came over.

"At least I'm better with a sword, and I'm definitely better with hunting knives." She said, ripping away his smug smile.

"Whatever Natasha, you guys should get home, or else your father will have my head; or at least after Lady Artemis kills me for staying away from the hunt too long." Thalia said. Her voice filled with mock sorrow. Both Theo and Natasha's green eyes were filled with amusement as they laughed at their aunt's words. Although he was only ten, Theo was very much aware of the Greek and Roman world. Being the son of the famous Percy Jackson pretty much does that to you. However, he was not the son of Annabeth Chase. No, she was Natasha's mother, but she left his father when Natasha was four. According to his Uncle Will, Annabeth attacked his father and sister, and then left. "She was never seen again after that," was what he had said as an ending line for the story. Well, he doesn't really need to worry about it though, she isn't his mother anyway. Nobody knows who his mother is, only his father and sister do. They both claimed that she passed away giving birth to him. They don't have pictures of her either, but described her as a very happy person with long brown hair and warm brown eyes. They said she also belonged in the Greek and Roman world, but many, including Theo himself, believe that his mother is just a mortal. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt his dark brown hair getting wet, along with his face and his clothes. He looked up angrily at Natasha who was smiling innocently at him while his aunt Thalia who was suppressing giggles. He had a look on his face that said why the fuck would you do that?

"We've been trying to catch your attention for five minutes now, we're home." Supplied Natasha as she pointed at their three floor townhouse.

"Whatever," he shrugged while willing himself dry. The three of them walked to the door of the house and knocked. The door opened after a couple of seconds revealing a man with blonde hair and blue eyes filled with kindness. He smiled upon the sight of Natasha, Theo, and Thalia.

"'Sup Will," Thalia said.

"Thalia," he replied, smiling at her. "Theo and Natasha. Come in, your father's inside speaking with Reyna. You know how it is with them. Nico's inside too. You know how it is with your father and aunt Reyna, always busy, being praetors and all." He said while stepping to the side giving the three some space to walk in.

"I'll be leaving now, tell Perce and the other's I said hi." Said Thalia as she turned around. The four bid their farewells as Thalia left. They stepped inside and went down the hallway as Will shut the door behind them. They went into the kitchen to see Reyna and Nico sitting by the counter holding hands while their father was turned around, staring at the microwave. At the sound of footsteps Nico turned and smiled at us. His onyx brown eyes now filled with joy and a bit of longing as he looked at Theo and Natasha. He and Reyna have been trying to conceive a child, but alas, the fates still haven't smiled at them.

"Theo, Natasha," he greeted whilst nodding at the aforementioned people. Reyna turned around and smiled kindly at them, eyes filled with the same joy and longing that Nico's does. She poked Percy and he turned around, his hand on the pommel of Anaklusmos. His purple cape whipped around so fast that it nearly caught fire by the stove. Once he set his green eyes upon his children, he gave them a warm smile and scowled at Reyna who was laughing with Nico. He smirked at his own clumsiness and walked around the counter to his children. His impressive height of 6'3 towering over Natasha's 5'7 and Theo's small 5'0 height, but Theo was only ten so it didn't really matter. Natasha however, was already sixteen and seemed to inherit Annabeth's not so tall frame. Their father gave Will a questioning look, his eyebrows raised.

"Thalia left already, back to the hunt. She said something about dying and being late." Will answered while smirking. He has known Percy for a very long time, being able to answer his unasked question pretty much showed that. Percy nodded at him in thanks.

"Well, how was archery?" he inquired at his children.

"I still suck," said a crestfallen Natasha.

"And I'm still as awesome as ever!" exclaimed Theo. They all laughed at his antics while he put his hands to his hips in a superman pose while a grin threatened to split his face. He was clutching his bow with his left hand and his quiver with the right. After the laughter died down, Natasha poked his brother in the stomach with a blunt arrow from her quiver a bit too hard. Theo doubled over and Percy roared in laughter while Natasha smirked. Then the conch horn sounded.

"Dinner time," said Reyna as she, along with Nico and Will prepared to go down to the Dining Pavilion. After the war, the seven were all offered immortality. But only four of them, however, accepted. Percy and Annabeth declined and later married and had Natasha while Leo, well, he was dead so that pretty much explains it. Or at least everyone says he is, but Nico refuses and says that he's alive. The camps have mixed their ways of life. Now, Rome has one praetor while camp half-blood has one as well, those praetors are Reyna and Percy respectively. The Greek camp now also had a city, but most people go to New Rome to live because the community is bigger. As praetors, they are normally needed to eat in the Dining pavilion, but Percy decided to make an exception and stays at home to eat. Well, he always does, because of Theo and Natasha. Reyna, Nico and Will bid their goodbyes and left for dinner. Natasha and Theo went up to their rooms to change into more comfortable clothes. When they went down, they saw that the table was already made and Percy was already sitting down, his cape and armour removed revealing a light blue shirt and jeans. When they were all sat down and eating, Theo decided to start a conversation.

"So, dad, why were Reyna and Nico here, along with Uncle Will?" Theo didn't bother calling Nico and Reyna aunt and uncle, they weren't really close.

Their father's face turned grim, "Do you remember the prophecy issued a couple of years after the second Giant War?" Percy asked them.

"Yes," the siblings said in unison. "The one that went around the lines of: Hearth's Child and Legacy of Water?" Natasha inquired.

"Yes, that one," Percy said eating some potatoes, "Reyna and I believe it has started."

Natasha made a spit take, causing Theo to shake in laughter.

"And I'm very worried about it," continued Percy as if nothing happened, "Because one of you might be the one the prophecy talks about."

"What?" asked Theo, who suddenly stopped laughing, "What does the prophecy say exactly?"

Their father pursed his lips, "You'll find out tonight during the camp fire. C'mon, eat up; you'll need it, especially you, Theo."


Everyone was gathered in the amphitheatre listening to the announcements made by Chiron and Percy, and in addition, Reyna, seeing as the Roman camp was at camp half-blood. Theo and Natasha were sitting at the back with their Uncle Will.

"And to our last announcement," Chiron said, "Well, it's rather disturbing as it is, but we, and the gods, believe that the next great prophecy has already started. Rachel, if you can please come up to state the prophecy."

As Rachel walked up to Chiron, there was just dead silence. Campers looked at Chiron with their mouths agape, eyes filled with horror, fear, some even excitement (*cough*Ares campers*cough*).

Once Rachel was beside Chiron, she cleared her throat, "Umm, hi! So the prophecy goes like this," She fumbled in her pocket and took a little rolled up piece of paper. She unrolled it and started reading out loud.

The child of the Hearth, a legacy of the water,

On their hands lies a choice, lest the world be torn asunder,

Against the Creator's champion our hero stands,

Or else, the Earth befalls unto Chaos' hands.

Everyone was silent, trying to understand what the prophecy means. Suddenly, in the middle of the room, a column of flames erupted. A couple of new campers shrieked and tried to run, but the older campers told them to stay. When the fire died down, there stood a woman in red and orange robes, constantly shifting colours, like a fire. She had long brown hair going cascading in waves down her back. She had warm, hazel eyes and a face that screamed royalty.

Chiron and the leaders, along with the cabin counsellors knelt reverently in front of the woman, except Percy Jackson. "Lady Hestia, to what do we owe your gracious visit?" Chiron asked while kneeling, well, at least as much as a centaur can.

"Rise," Hestia stated whilst walking towards Percy. As everyone stood up, they all watched as Hestia went up to Percy and look him in the eye. Percy took her hand and kissed it, making a slight blush appear on the goddess' cheeks. They held each other's hands and stared into each other's eyes with complete adoration until Percy cleared his throat. Hestia looked away from his eyes and had a sudden interest on the floor.

"Must you claim him now, my love?" Percy asked. This earned many shocked gasps across the campers, none more than Theo, to learn that his father has an affair with the goddess. However, this was not the case for Natasha, who looked at the goddess with longing, wishing that she had a mother like her, one who wouldn't abandon them.

"Yes, Percy," Hestia stated, "And so to answer your question, Chiron, I am here to claim my son." This earned gasps from everyone, none more so than Theo.

Could she be…? Theo thought, Could she be my…? Theo was snapped out of his musings when Hestia spoke.

"Theseus 'Theo' Jackson, son of Percy Jackson" She boomed, "Come; give your mother a hug."

Theo fainted.


So guys, how was it? I'll try to post every weekend, probably on Sunday nights.

Mr. Nifty signing out.