Before I start: this is a story I wrote about a year ago and that I edited since to accommodate for FanFiction, to know where I can improve my writing. I of course do not own the rights from Percy Jackson and the Olympians, property of Rick Riordan bla, bla, bla. Please comment.
Trouble came to me like any respectable visitor. He knocked on the front door and apologized for calling at such a late hour and introduced himself. He even wiped his hooves on the doormat. Yes, hooves. When Bark the satyr walked in my door, my world turned upside down. At first I didn't notice the hooves, the Mist took care of that, but I could tell something was wrong from the way he walked. And maybe I knew even then. Why else did I listen at the door when he went in to the office to talk to my father? I'd crept up the stairs in time to hear the end of their conversation.
-I knew she was a witch but you say she's a goddess. That seems hard to swallow." I heard my father's calm voice say.
-She's not the only one." Answered the younger voice of the visitor, "The gods still live and still have their enemies. Your child is a half god and so is a target to creatures I won't even name. Now what is most important is that she doesn't know; this whole town reeks of soot and monsters."
-I don't think I understand." My father said, a tone of menace creeping into his voice.
-If she realizes what she is, her aura, her power if you wish, will manifest itself. It will act like a flare to friend or foe for miles around. It is already starting to show, I noticed it by chance. Now, I know somewhere safe, a camp. It's a bit far but we can tell her when she gets there and train her to use her skills. Incidentally, do you know the true identity of her mother? It can help."
-And why did she not tell me of these problems, this camp herself before she left seven years ago?" Dad erupted, without warning. It was a habit. One second he's a nice advanced literary teacher, the next he's a volcano, bitter for having being abandoned. "Why is she sending some school-age runt instead? Where is- what was that?" I imagined his head snapping towards the door, ready to tell me off for eavesdropping. But then I realized it wasn't me. Somewhere downstairs, a window had smashed. And instinctively, I knew that had been telling the truth. I was child of a goddess and monsters were after. Retrospectively, I think it should have surprised me more. But I had always felt as if there was something more, something hidden in me and in the world. Ever feel that your life is too small for you? If so don't think about it too much, you never know what might come knocking at your door. And I suppose that mortal danger puts surprise out of mind. My father opened the door in a rush, the goat boy trailing behind him. Already the Mist was fainter, I couldn't see past it, but I knew it was there, knew where it was. My father saw me crouched in the corner but he didn't seem to care. My little brother (my dad's favorite) was downstairs. He rushed down ready to fight the world. Bark picked me off the floor and brought me downstairs, a grim look on his face. Downstairs was a mess and a horror. Five or so humanoid figures had invaded the sitting room. They seemed to be cut out from dark smoke and their eyes and torso glowered like menacing embers. The lights went out and they seemed to blend into the night, smudges in the dark. Whatever they touched blackened or took fire from the wallpaper to the floor, from the branch Bark hit them with to the books my father threw at them. My brother had fainted at their feet, his clothes singing. I thought I saw handprints burned into his chest. I'd like to say I courageously threw myself into the fray to protect my family but I didn't. I wasn't stupid enough to believe I could win without help. I ran out to the kitchen at the back of the house, and, in a daze gathered what I would need. Like a sleepwalker, I grab the half empty bottle of milk and added water from the tap. I whipped the flour out of the cupboard and took from the fridge a bottle of red dad had bought at the supermarket. Why was I doing this? I ran out of the back hoping they would ignore the others to follow me, hoping they wouldn't. I ran out on to the road without looking and kept going until the junction. A crossroad. As if I done it my whole life and knew what I was doing, I drew the inscriptions on the ground, poured everything on to the dirt and then added some of my blood even as the dogs started howling. It was a mournful cry that had echoed across the town, a cry designed eons ago to terrify, so that no mortal witness what was to happen. It didn't stop them. I didn't know what had kept them but they all knew where I was now and I was a target. They ran towards me, some with a head start, charging at me, others trailing behind cautiously. I counted six. The first two stepped on the circle and disappeared, their energy used to open the gate. The ground turned black separating me from my pursuers. They were wary of what looked like a dark pit into which two of its brothers had disappeared. It came out of the ground slowly, first a paw probing, then the goat head, then the lion head, then the body and last, the serpent glued to its backside. The Chimera looked around for a moment and then pounced, destroying the closest of the bizarre creatures of smog and sparks. When it had ripped them all apart and determined that they were not edible, it tried to reach me in two long bounds, but it made the mistake of stepping on the circle once again. It fell through as if nothing was there and was gone. The darkness faded, I could see the ground beneath it again. I squinted through tears to make sure it was gone for good. Somewhere in the distance I heard the siren of the fire engine as it rushed to put out the fires that raged around my house.
First Chapter is a bit too short as it was added after. Originally, the story started in Camp Half-Blood and we learned Abigail's past in a nutshell. Keep going, I've got more!