"Scarlett, I'm taking you someplace where people like you belong." A woman declared coldly as she drove her red convertible.
"Are you coming, Mom?" A twelve year-old girl, with long dark hair, electric blue eyes, wearing an oversized grey hoodie, black jeans, a baggy red t-shirt, and combat boots asked.
"No. I'm not like you." Her mother stated. "Your father is to blame. All those monsters coming after us... Now you and I will both be safe from his world." The mom took her to a Long Island strawberry farm, handed her a backpack and a suitcase, gave her a quick hug, and drove away. Scarlett sat down and cried, when someone put a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey." Scarlett looked up to see a girl a few years older than herself, smiling. A muscled girl with long dark hair and brown eyes. She wore black shorts, an orange camp shirt, a black vest, and black combat boots under bronze armor with a bronze sword in her free hand. "My name's Clarisse LaRue. I saw you get dropped off. What's your name, kid?"
"Scarlett O'Harra." Scarlett sniffed. Clarisse tried not to laugh.
"Scarlett O'Harra? Like the Gone With the Wind lady?" Clarisse asked. Scarlett's temper flared.
"I HATE WHEN PEOPLE MENTION HER!" She yelled, glowing red. The symbol of a red spear appeared over her head. Clarisse stepped back, then grinned. A new sister, and one like her. Finally...
"Hail, Scarlett O'Harra." Clarisse smiled broadly. "Daughter of the warlord, Ares. Nice to meet ya, sis." The red glow didn't fade. It stayed. Clarisse looked confused. "I don't understand..."
"What's happening to me?" Scarlett asked, getting scared. Clarisse stared at the red glow surrounding her.
"Kid... I think that our father gave you the Blessing of Ares... And the ability to access it forever."
"Huh?"
"You are the most powerful child of Ares in history... And I have to explain this to Chiron." Clarisse took Scarlett's hand and pulled her past a large pine tree. Scarlett gasped.
"Whoa!" The Camp below was amazing. "What is this place?"
"Camp Halfblood." Clarisse replied. "AKA... Your new home." Scarlett looked up, confused.
"What did you mean, daughter of Ares?" She asked. "I don't have a dad." Clarisse sighed, her grip on Scarlett's smaller hand tightening slightly.
"Kid... Everyone is this camp has grown up without a mother or father." Clarisse explained. "You see... Your dad is a god on Olympus. Ares, the god of war." Scarlett's eyes widened.
"Are all these kids part-god?"
"Yep."
"Even you?"
"Yep."
"Who's your parent?"
"Ares."
"So... We're sisters?" Clarisse looked at the little girl who had just been abandoned by her mother, and by the looks of it, wasn't too shaken up. What had her childhood been like?
"Yeah." Clarisse smiled. "We're sisters." The two made their way to the blue Farmhouse, their adventure beginning. Scarlett Violet O'Harra would grow up very fast... Nothing would stop her, now.
Okay, before I get a lot of crap about Scarlett's last name (it's happened before), I wanna state that it's a HUGE inside-joke. Scarlett Violet O'Harra is based on a close friend of mine who was actually named after the character from Gone With the Wind. The story goes that her parents were trying to decide what they'd call their child if it was a girl, and they saw the movie on the shelf. I know, crazy. Anyway, when I found out, I was a total bitch about it and began teasing her (I was like eleven), and Scarlett threaten me and honestly beat the living shit outta me. She nearly killed me when she learned what I called her in this story, but that's why I did it anyway! So, before I get the hate in the comments, I wanted to explain my reasoning. I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or its characters, and I do not own Gone With the Wind. Enjoy!