Hey guys, Charlie here. Actually, it's Charlotte but everyone calls me Charlie. This is a small PJO spoof I did...enjoy!
I was having a pointless, stupid, horrible day. Add it to my life along with the others. I am an average demigod. Well, Maybe not average. I can't tell you here, right now, but I will warn you that you will be in grave danger and shock after reading this story.
I always knew I was a demigod. I even knew there were others like me. My parents told me that much. One day when I was 9, they left and never came back. I knew they were dead, and that it was me and I only had myself to rely on. I grabbed my weapons from my room, packed my magical always-fitting clothes, and left.
I guess I should elaborate more about my childhood. Secretly, so secretly that nobody, not even the gods knew, there were 16 demigods. 8 daughters and 8 sons, each having a different godly parent. They were all very powerful, and were hid as soon as they were born. The gods themselves thought they had all died. The demigods were Zeus's daughter, and Hera's champion, and they got married. And then there was Poseidon and Athena's son and daughter, and they got married, and then there was Demeter and Hades, Ares and Aphrodite, Hephaestus and Hestia's Champion, Artemis's Champion and Hermes, Apollo and Nemesis, and Hecate and Janus. So, pretty much each god/goddess had a demigod, and those 16 demigods all got married. They had a talk with the Fates, and understood their destiny. They all went on a camping trip and faked their own deaths. The gods and goddesses all thought that their beloved children were dead. The 16 demigods flew to another planet somewhere far away (A/N: COMMENT AND TELL ME WHERE THEY SHOULD HAVE LIVED) and each couple had 1 demigod child, passing on the legend to those 8. Those 8 had 4 children, and then those 4 had 2 children. By now the demigods did not have any powers, only a certain resistance to those powers they used to have. So for example, a child of Poseidon was not able to control water, but if another demigod of Poseidon used water powers against him or her, they would not be harmed. This is where I come in. Those 2 demigod children were my mother and father, and at this time they moved back to Earth. So yes, I am about 1/16 demigod, with only a small resistance against powers. When we reached Earth, I was equipped with many weapons and most of my life learning how to fight. Now, this may come as a shock, but I trained with Charon. No, not Chiron, I mean Charon, Medusa's evil son. Well, so it took a bit of bargaining, but I trained with him for 5 years. You know how in most stories the student becomes better than the teacher? Well this is exactly what happened. After my 5 years were up, I killed Charon immediately and left. Then I spent 2 years mastering the technique of using all my weapons. Now. Back to when I was 9 and my parents left.
I had magically adjusting clothes and weapons, so no matter how tall or big I would grow, they would constantly adjust to my figure. I was wearing a red v-neck t-shirt, a light grey hoodie and a jet black trench coat over it all. My sleeves were rolled up past my elbows, and from my forearm and down there were black wrappings, like a ninja, curling around my fingers and hands, wrapping all the way down my forearm. They were used for protection, plus I thought they looked really cool. I had black leggings that stretched into my tall black boots. Now for the weapons. I had two swords in an x across my back. Both were imperial gold edged with celestial bronze. In the center of my back I had my quiver, where my bow and arrows were carried. The arrowheads were made of pure silver, and the bow was reinforced with silver as well. I had two pistols tucked into holsters on the sides of my legs. They were jet black, and each had one bullet that always returned to the gun. The bullets were made of celestial bronze but covered in mortal iron. It would easily kill or injure any mortal, god, or demigod that it needed to. I had 12 throwing knives in a diagonal sheath going across from my shoulder to my hip. I could whip them out and throw them at anyone. I think my favorite weapons however, were the silver cuffs on each of my arms. I just had to think of the extended blades in each of them, and they would transform. The cuffs were wrapped tightly on my arms, never to come off but never painful. They transformed into two thick knives. Imagine a small garden spade, and then imagine it being slightly less curved. Now imagine a knife mixed with that spade, and you get exactly what I have. A razor sharp knife shovel thing. It was silver, edged with Stygian Iron. It could break through anything and was a dangerous weapon. Beneath my wrapped forearms, there were 20 ninja stars, 10 on each arm. They were pure celestial bronze. The last, and perhaps the most special ones had a strong cord attached to it. If I threw it, it could get me out in a pinch.
So, enough about myself. I was 9, and I ran out into the streets, killing any monster unlucky enough to find me. I had a pet hellhound, who I believe was related to Mrs.O'Leary. I raised it as a puppy, and it has now grown strong and tough. I rode it, and shadow traveled to Camp Half-Blood. I camped up in the trees, stealing a some food here and there. I occasionally let a camper see me, and was happy to see that a rumour started about a mysterious shadow-kid in the woods. That was 3 years ago. Kronos and his troops have surrounded Camp Half-Blood. I knew this was a fight the camp could not survive. I dashed throughout the woods, whipping out both of my swords. I dodged, slashed, dove and slaughtered everything in my wake. The monsters stood no chance. I got an occasional swipe here and there, but I did not let it bother me. My one focus was to take down the enemy. The few seconds it takes to check your wounds are the few seconds that could determine your life. I was covered in head to toe with monster dust. I just kept slashing and dodging, letting my instincts take over. I threw ninja stars, praying they would come back. My routine went like this: Stab two monsters with the sword, leave the sword, overhand cut the next monster with my sword, throw two ninja stars into someone's head, backflip off the next monster, grab both swords, stab monsters and continue. I tried to switch it up, and I didn't stop until I was face to face with Kronos. My hood was up, and the collar of my trench coat protected my neck. Nobody could recognize me very easily. Hopefully. I was face to face with Kronos and a crowd of campers. My wounds started hurting, but I quickly ignored them. I laughed at Kronos. "This isn't even a fair fight. By all means, please attack me." He roared and charged. I ducked and slashed, burying one of my swords into his leg. He bellowed in pain. I used all my power, and leaped up on to his shoulder, quickly burying my other sword in the back of his head. He slowly crumbled into dust, and I picked up both of my swords. I limped over the the campers, noticing now the searing pain in my ribs, and said "Nice Day for A Walk." Before passing out.
A/N: I will update really soon, please fav and comment! Enjoy!
