A/N Polychromatism here! To bring you a new story in which I own nothing except my OC's, enjoy!

Hello, cold world! Daughter of Hecate speaking! I'm Ivette Blake, but the very few friends I have call me Ivy. My goal is to get less lectures from Kiara, more snogs from Seth and more pranks with Sirius, I'm not sure how this will work out, but hey, anything's possible with a bit of magic.

I was walking home from school when a shady looking character appeared from behind a coffee shop.

Bugger. Why are they coming, I'm a daughter of Hecate, they shouldn't care! Minor demigod here! I thought. I turned into a small boutique, trying to lose the man in the clothing racks. I turned to the window to see him outside smoking a cigar, looking at me. Now he knows I know he's here, it's a race now, not hide-and-seek.

I sped off toward the side doors, which led me into a crowded cafe, the smell of coffee wafting up into my nose. I fingered my purple knit scarf, trying to decide on what to do. If the monster got impatient, he might just attack the coffee shop. I didn't even know what kind of monster he was, though I was fairly sure he was a cyclops. I decided to walk casually out of the cramped shop, try to lose myself in the briskly moving crowds of London.

Bloody hell. Maybe I should have attended that American camp. I really didn't want to leave Britain or Dad though. I thought, the monster still tailing me.

I feel happy, I feel sad, I feel like running through the walls

I'm overjoyed, I'm undecided, I don't know who I am

Well maybe I'm not perfect, at least I'm working on it

My Paramore ringtone blared, causing passerby to glance at me for only a second.

"Hi, Dad. Right now isn't really a good time, I also might be a little late coming home, okay?" I quickly said.

"Are you in danger-" He didn't get to finish, I hung up and turned my phone off. He would worry, but he was mortal and I couldn't let him get hurt.

I suddenly spotted another monster, on the sidewalk opposite to me. They had gotten smarter, and were trying to trap me. I couldn't let that happen. Making a left I turned down a shady alley, then swiftly climbed a fire escape, my hand on a double tipped cylinder the size of a spray paint can, but thinner. It would expand as soon as I pressed a button on the side. I crouched in anticipation until the two monsters lumbered into the alley way.

"I smell her, where'd she go?" Grunted one.

"You boys looking for me?" I asked, jumping down to land between them. Instantaneously I pressed my spear and it expanded, right into their craniums. I was covered with dust, so I shook out my hair and bright green jacket as best I could, while wiping my grey jeans. I stepped out of the alley into the beautiful sunset, the sky streaked.

*(OOH! TIME IS PASSING :O)

"Hey Dad!" I called into the apartment.

"You are covered in monster dust." My dad accusingly pointed a spatula at me, the threat was ruined by my floral pink apron, which he was wearing.

"And you are covered in flowers." I gestured to the pink monstrosity that I loved.

"I can't have you being almost killed every other day." He said.

"Yeah, I think I would have a better social schedule if I wasn't being hunted, but it's your fault for messing around with a goddess." I said, throwing my school bag down. "I'm going to take a shower."

"I can't take attempts on my daughter's life so casually!" My dad cried, grabbing my arm.

"You have before." I put a hand on my hips. I could feel a throw-down coming on.

"Things have changed." My dad said. "I'm sending you to Camp Half-Blood."

"No." I said, walking off to take a shower.

"This isn't up for discussion." The spatula was waved in a sort of war gesture.

"Exactly, because I'm not going." I hissed. My temper was not to be tested.

"I'm your father." He growled.

"And I'm magic." I smirked.

He laughed. Laughed!

"We both know you couldn't pull a rabbit out of a hat!" He gripped the table.

It was true. I was a failure at magic, I couldn't direct it for my life, everything went willy-nilly when I tried.

I growled, promptly shorting out every light in the apartment.

"Ivy. Really?" My dad was pretty much a the end of his rope with all the power outages I caused.

"I'm taking a shower." I stalked off into the bathroom and was soon overwhelmed by warmth and steam.

I don't want to go to camp. I thought. I may be lacking in the friend department, but my life is here. I don't know anything else. And what would happen to me if I didn't eat Dad's cooking? I would shrivel and die. I just can't go.

I mulled over how to refuse to go to camp, it would be easy, but it honestly wouldn't be fair for my dad. One day, a monster would find out where I lived, and kill or torture him or some other grisly scene would play out. I couldn't let that happen. So I would go to camp, if only for my dad. I turned off the soothing waterfall and acknowledged the power was back on. My dad was pretty much a jack-of-all-trades. I wrapped a towel around myself and stared at my reflection. My long, curly pink hair went well with my porcelain skin, and made my green eyes stand out. I was pretty happy with the way I looked, except I was too skinny. I ate like a bear after hibernation, but couldn't gain any weight, which led to my fighting to be excessively acrobatic and fast. I tried not to end up in a situation requiring strength. I threw on my pajamas, which consisted of aqua waffle (the breakfast food) pajama pants and an orange tank top that clashed with both my hair and pants.

"Dinner's ready!" Dad called down the hall.

"'Kay!" I shouted back, sprinting into the dining room and jumping onto my chair.

"One day you'll fall off that." Dad warned.

"Never." I was too confident for my own good.

"So, about Camp Half-Blood, you have to go, you'll be safe there." Dad set down a plate of roast lamb in front of me.

"I'll go." I sighed.

"It can't be that easy. You blew out the lights for this!" he exclaimed.

"Just drop it Dad. I'll go, isn't that enough?" I asked.

"Are you sure everything's alright?" He asked.

Yeah, everything is bloody dandy. "Yes, I'm fine Dad." I reassured him.

He took my word for it and moved on. "Okay. So how was school?"

"Same old thing. I did work, schooled everyone in gym, and got picked on." I answered, shoving my face with the roast.

"Was it Minnie again?" He asked.

"Yeah. Let's just say she found a dog running off with her new Alexander McQueen heels.

"Always a dog." My dad shook his head, oh, how I loved our oh-so-normal dinner conversations.

"Yeah, we should really get one." I looked up from my plate hopefully.

"You know we can't, and where would the dog go if you were at camp?" Dad asked.

"With me!" I cried, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

He chuckled.

The rest of dinner passed with idle conversation broken up by me packing the stuff I needed for camp, and after a few Yorkshire puddings filled with ice cream, I went to bed.

I ran into my house to find it empty, I was frantic. I needed to find Dad. I ran down what seemed like and endless hallway. I finally reached a single door at the end, I turned the antique handle and my eyes adjusted to the diminished light. I wished they hadn't inside I found my father, mangled. I cried out, rushing to his side.

"Are you okay? Dad!" I felt his pulse. There was nothing but blood and cold flesh. "Daddy!"

I turned, hearing heaving footsteps. Behind me was the cyclops who followed me, the first one. He plunged a sword right through my heart.

The last thing I felt was the sensation of dying and cold metal, slick with blood, before I woke up.

"Ahgh!" I gasped, breathing heavy, listening to things fall and explode around me. I had to get my fear under control. "It was a dream." I mumbled. Finally calming down.

The most disturbing part of my vision was not me dying, it was my dead father. This was why I needed to go to Camp Half-Blood. My father had gotten the earliest flight he could last night, hell bent on protecting me. I decided to take an inventory of my suitcase.

Four pairs of my wonderful grey jeans, four pairs of regular ones. A few brightly colored tee shirts, pajamas, my spear, a flashlight. I continued to take a silent inventory.

"Hey, Ivette, are you ready to go?" My dad interrupted, pointedly ignoring the wreckage of my room.

"Yeah." I pulled on my leather jacket and wrapped a turquoise scarf around my neck.

Most people would drive to the airport in silence, but I honestly couldn't take silence. It spoke volumes, though it shouldn't have.

"Will you miss me?" I asked, grabbing my suitcase that my dad had handed to me.

"Of course." He hugged me and kissed the top of my head.

"Good." I smiled and grabbed his hand, feeling like a little girl again.

"How many bags?" The woman at the counter asked.

"Two. And one carry-on." My dad answered, while I fiddled with my keychain. I guess I wouldn't need them anymore.

"You can have they key back." I started to take it off my keychain. We were at a little coffee/book shop inside the airport.

"No, when it's safe to come home, you'll come back, and you'll need that key." He gave it back to me.

"Thanks Daddy." I was becoming more clingy as each minute slipped through my fingers.

"No problem. I have something for you." He pulled out a jewelry box.

"You didn't have to." I opened the box. Inside was a necklace, consisting of a compass charm that was fully functional. My eyes teared up. "Thank you."

"So you can always find your way home." My dad smiled. "I think it's time for you to get on your flight."

"I guess so." I sighed, then went through the regular procedure of boarding a plane, which I had done many times before, as my dad was an artist.

And so I flew into the unknown. Alone in a corrupted world. But if things got to hard, I could always find my way home.

A/N Good? Bad? If you have any suggestions or corrections or just plain praise, drop them in the review box! I am not English (though I wish I was) so if I got something wrong, please tell me! Oh, and I don't own the lyrics to Hello, Cold World. Paramore owns that.