Hi everyone :) This is my first story so cut me some slack... it's intertwining with SonOfHephaestus118's "Son of Hephaestus".
Enjoy !
My name is Arianna Montgomery, Aria for short. I'm 16 years old, a little on the short side at 5'4", with dark black hair, cut choppy with layered side bangs, deep purple eyes, and pale white skin. I'm not very athletic, but I've had to be.
And oh yeah, I'm a demigod.
Since I was 6 years old I've been on my own, on the run from every monster in the book. I mean seriously. I didn't have time to grow up as a normal kid and believe they're all fairytales like most people. I was just thrown in head first to a big pile of Greek Mythology whether I liked it or not. With all the trouble that surrounded me, I used to think that's why my parents left me as a baby. Man was I wrong.
It really started when I was around 4, my social worker- Who I later found out was my guardian- Jennifer Lockwood, had me packed up and moving constantly. We were hiding for years, until my 5th birthday when she disappeared. Since then it's been me, a half-full suitcase, and a hell of a lot of improvising.
I got to camp when I was just 6 years old. Chiron, our camp activities director helped get me back on my feet after some problems with a Hydra hot on my tail, and then I was thrown into camp life. It was okay at first, I was tossed into the Hermes Cabin with the rest of the unclaimed kids, and the cabin was pretty full so I was never alone. At least not physically. I mean, after everything I'd gone through, fighting and running and hiding and losing everything I ever knew, and my godly parent still didn't think they should claim me. I used to think I wasn't important because of that.
And I still wasn't claimed either, not until 5 years ago, when I killed a minotaur single-handedly. No one knew what it was at first, a silvery purple smoky crescent moon swimming in the air above my head. It even took Chiron a little while to figure it out. I mean, having a demigod with one of the Big Three- Poseidon, Zeus, and Hades- is powerful enough, but my mom...
"That's Nyx's symbol." Clovis mumbled between yawns.
"Sorry, what?" I asked, still lying on the ground in the ashes of the minotaur I'd just slaughtered.
"Nyx, the Goddess of Night," He repeated, "My grandmother."
I stood up and looked to Chiron but he just gave me a wide eyed blank stare. It was a mixture of confusion and absolute terror.
And I soo did not like him directing that look at me.
"Oh dear Gods," My best friend, Rainie, whispered, "Nyx is a-"
"Protogenoi," Chiron suddenly interrupted, "One of the original Gods born of Chaos. More powerful than an Olympian. More powerful than a Titan. Her power rivals with Gaia."
Suddenly my legs went shaky and I had to sit back down again.
"Hail Aria Montgomery, Daughter of the Goddess of Night, Mother of the Fates, the Hellhounds, Styx herself, Nemesis, Hypnos, among others."
"Damn." Was all I could manage to say.
Suddenly we heard a low grumbling roar in the distance and Chiron turned to me.
"What, exactly, were you being chased by?"
"A minotaur and half a dozen of his Lastrygonian buddies."
"Everyone inside, now." He ordered.
Rainie helped me stand up again and guided me inside, where Dinner was just being served at the Dining Pavilion. I headed to my cabin to get washed up a little first, well, the Hermes cabin. I was still coming to grips with the fact that my mother was more powerful than the Titans. And besides, she didn't exactly have a cabin around here.
I washed up, and, feeling refreshed after my most interesting day, started walking to dinner.
And then it all went black.
Classic.