HELLO! Welcome to MY LIFE IN THE UNDERWORLD (see below)

A/N: Yo! This is a Percy Jackson Fanfiction (duh)…and I own nothing. Except my OCs. Now, usually I'm not a huge fan of OC stories, but most of them don't play major roles and there's very slight AU. Give it a try!

This story follows Bree and, to some extent, her "siblings". Bree is the main character and most of the story will be from her POV.

Bree's POV:

I suppose everything started the night of my tenth birthday. Well, not everything, but most of the chaos. I don't really like talking about it, so I'll give you the abbreviated version.

Mom ran a sort of foster home for demigods. Yeah, demigods. Half mortal, half godly kids. We lived about fifteen miles from their big camp place, so a few of them found us first. Six of them continued to go to camp in the summer and return for the school year. Molly, Jesse, Danny, Jake, Lily, and Fred. Then there's my younger half-sister, who's mortal, Jenny.

The first demigods started staying at our house before I was even born. I've always known about the Gods, and how they have kids with mortals, creating a lot of havoc on the surface. Mom's not a demigod herself, but her voice was so beautiful, the muses took notice and gave her their blessing.

Anyways, that's all really far in the past. I suppose you want to hear the real story now, right? Fine. We should have expected it, I mean, always be prepared and all that stuff, but we weren't. Monsters don't usually attack our house.

So they burst in blah, blah, blah, and my siblings shove Jenny and me to the back of the room as they grab their mist-disguised weapons. Only, mom couldn't get out of the way fast enough and one of them caught her with its claws. And then, mom wasn't exactly in one piece anymore. But we were all in too much of a shock to register this.

One of the monsters, I think it was a manticore, snuck away from my brothers and sisters (well, they're not really my brothers and sisters, but you get the point) and slunk back towards me and my only blood-related sibling. I didn't have a weapon—what was the use, they said—so I did my best to protect 7-year-old Jenny. One of its claws caught the side of my head, and the beast easily sent me flying across the room, where I crashed into the wall and fell down, already unconscious.

This is my biggest regret. My defenselessness cost my sister her life. While everyone else was preoccupied, the manticore slaughtered Jenny. I was unable to do anything. Danny says not to blame myself, I couldn't help it if a manticore threw me across the room, but there's no one else to blame. Jenny was my responsibility, and I only wish I could have done my job properly.

While I was still unconscious, one of my brothers—I think it was Fred—carried me as they ran from more monsters (they were waiting outside) and towards Camp Half-Blood. Although my siblings knew the truth of who I was, they had to keep up the pretense and say that I was a mortal who could see through the mist. It made sense since mom was blessed and all, so I never questioned it. At least not until I disappeared from the sickbay the night we arrived.

Draco: DEMIGODS? Seriously. How much more ridiculous can you get?
Me: So you don't question the existence of wizards, goblins, and all of that crazy stuff, but you don't believe in demigods?
Draco: Well of course. The Wizarding World makes sense.
Me: Not really. But that other statement's going to get you in trouble. Zeus doesn't take insults lightly, and I'm NOT rescuing you from Tartarus. So watch your mouth.
Draco: Haha. Sure. Like the Greek Gods really exist. They're just muggle myths.
Me: Draco...
Draco: So what? It's not like I can get hurt! *disappears*
Me: Great. Now I have to go rescue him. Idiot. Please review! And ignore Draco. He's really...there's no word for how idiotic he is. Just hope that I don't have to go to the underworld to get him. That might delay updates.

Until Next Time! Love, Samsstars