Hello guys, thanks for checking this out. I suddenly got really into this idea after re-reading the Percy Jackson series for the 182737383847th time.

I'm going to write this as if it was an actual book, by chapter. The chapters will be about the length of a regular, booky-chapter. Also, it will follow start around The Lighting Thief's timeframe.

Brief overview; There's a demigod boy, another demigod boy, a demigod girl, and a bunch of other demigod boys and girls. Hope that helped with your questions^~^

Disclaimer; This is a pretty popular series, and a lot of people have written stories, maybe even some similar to this one(more than likely), so I just want to clarify that this was my own idea. I researched my own chosen god-goddess parent and I stuck to the descriptive, 1st person narrative the original series used. I have not actively stolen ideas from anyone else.

I'm open to suggestions for original characters to include, monsters to fight, and any and all critiques you may have through private messaging. Thanks!

I spent my 10th birthday with a human-faced pigeon.

The day had started as normal as usual; I woke to screaming, dressed while kids had crayon wars around me, and brushed my teeth while avoiding spurts of projectile paste. Unfortunately, some still managed to *splurt* into my messy chestnut hair.

I should mention that I live in an orphanage in Texas. Also, my name is Mitchell Roark, an orphan. You probably already guessed that though.

The orphanage is known as "Fosters' Orphanage". Well, maybe not 'known'. El Paso wasn't exactly a hot spot in Texas, let alone a run down orphanage.

Oh yeah. Everyone here is insane. Totally crazy, except Ms. Celaeno. Myself, I'm not so crazy as just being ADHD. And dyslexic. And introverted. You get it.

Treading expertly down the mangled staircase, of which about half the steps were splintered or missing entirely, I maneuvered around Ed(a 6 year old cannibal), Marshall(a 13 year old serial killer), and Lucy(16, resident bully of Fosters').

I had just made it past Lucy when she tripped me, sending me tumbling down the remaining few stairs.

"Watch it, pipsqueak," she called. Huffing away dust and strewn paper shreds, I stood up, turned, and hurled a loose stair-plank at Lucy's back.

It shouldn't have even got close, but just as it reached a step feet below, I imagined that vines suddenly sprouted from the stairs and caught her ankle. They were gone just as quick, leaving Lucy to bang her chin against the next step.

I turned tail and ran before she realized i had somehow caused her fall.

'What even was that,' I thought to myself. 'She must've just caught her foot,' I decided.

The rest of the Orphanage mirrored the stairs, unfortunately. Walls had missing sections, giant holes and faded paint that cracked freely. The ceiling sagged with mold, and looked ready to collapse any moment. The floor was missing boards, leaving sinkholes to the basement.

No one went into the basement. Ever.

"Mitchell!" A voice calls, coming from the kitchen. I entered to find the caretaker, Ms. Celaeno, busy with a rusty knife and almost spoiled fruit, mixing a fruit salad.

She was a young-ish woman, around 25, with a sharp, hawklike face and short, choppy brown hair. It sometimes reminded me of feathers, like she adorned them in her hair. She wore an apron that read "Kiss the Cluck", which I never understood.

"Yes, Ms. Celaeno?" I thought she might ask me to help prepare breakfast, like she usually did. I discovered I had a small talent for cooking, so I helped the caretaker quite often.

"Will you get the grapes from the fridge?" She asks. "I think we'll have Grape juice and citrus parfait for breakfast, to celebrate your birthday. Ten years old, right?"

I gave a polite 'yes ma'am' and took the grapes from the rusted fridge. Opening it was a struggle, but I always felt strong when I did.

"Got 'em," I say, bringing them to the faulty blender. We called it grape juice, but it was really more of a light grape smoothie, as we didn't have the tools to squeeze them.

"Annnd, done!" Ms. Celaeno exclaims, in her usual excitable way. Lucy appeared in the kitchen then, heading straight for the fridge. She opened it easily, and my pride from doing so earlier drained in an instant.

Ms. Celaeno made a 'cluck' sound with her tongue, staring intently at the bully.

"Now Lucy, no snacks before breakfast. I'm almost done, go into the hall and wait." Lucy looked like she was about to snap at her, but instead she suddenly turned and stiffly walked away.

Ms. Celaeno nodded in satisfaction, finishing up the bouquet of fruit. She told me to set the table, so I collected the chipped plates and dull silverware, carrying them to the long, warped table.

Were those twigs on the legs? I blinked, and they were gone. Weird.

I finished the table set, and after Ms. Celaeno placed the food and drinks, she called the horde to the table.

Ed raced in, but was shoved aside by Lucy, followed by Marshall and a pack of other clambering, biting and ravenous orphans.

The seats were filled in a rush, and was it my imagination, or were there some empty? I shook my head, everyone was there. Ed, Lucy, Marshall, Sarah, Kevin, James, Lucas, Brady, Cheyenne, Hannibal(yes, he bites too)...

There were more, weren't there? No. I was just confusing myself.

Before anyone dug in, Ms. Celaeno cleared her throat, silencing the table.

"Everyone," she started," today is Mitchell's birthday. He's finally turning 10!" She announced happily. The rest of the children shrugged, or just muttered 'happy birthday Mitch' under their breath. Then we were allowed to dig in.

We ate, cleared the table in sync, and headed outside to the dismal environment of El Passo; hot, barren and yellow. Broken play ground utilities littered the surrounding field.

In the distance, a town sat cloaked in waves of heat.

"Enjoy your break, children!" Ms. Celaeno said, unleashing the orphans upon each other.

Ed sat atop the monkey bars, reenacting the lion king with Kevin, who was struggling to hold onto the bars while Ed kicked his fingers.

Lucy and Marshall had cornered a few other littles at the metal, molten slide. They liked to bully snacks out of the younger kids.

Hannibal sat alone on the sole swing, held aloft by chain and rope alike. He stared intently at me, which wasn't out of the norm.

I walked to my favorite spot; a single, uneven bench around the side of the orphanage. I liked being away from the terrors I lived with.

"Mitchell? Are you here?" Ms. Celaeno's head poked around the corner, and she smiled brightly upon seeing me. Ever since I was brought here 9 years ago, she had seemed to favor me.

I absolutely loved Mrs. Foster...no, wait...Ms. Celaeno. For an instant, her young face was replaced by an older, more gray and weathered face. It was gone the next instant.

'What was that? I can't remember what it was...I guess it's nothing,' I reassured myself.

"I'd like to ask you a question, Mitchell." I simply nodded at her smiling face; this wasn't the first time she'd started a conversation like this. "Do you have anything you'd like to tell me about Lucy? I know she gives you trouble, you avoid her like the plague," she says, prompting me.

She had done this a few times before, like with Rodney, a-

Who was Rodney? I shook my head, and shrugged to the kindly woman.

"She bullies the other kids too, just not when you're around. She knocked me down the stairs this morning," I tell her. Her eyes crinkle in what I take for concern, her lips pursed.

"Did you retaliate, Mitchell?" She questions. I stared at her for a moment, thinking it was odd, the tone she had used. It sounded almost...expectant. Excited.

"I-I threw a loose stair plank..," I confess, head downcast. Her fingers brush my chin as she raises my eyes to hers.

"Did it feel good to hit her?" I feel confused with her questions now, but I shake my head.

"No," I say, and she frowns a little, as if disappointed. "But," slipped out before I could stop it.

"Yes?" Ms. Celaeno asks. I think back to the vines that grabbed Lucy's ankle.

"I thought I saw...something grab her ankle. She tripped and hit her chin." I await a rebuttal, for her to say I had simply imagined it. Instead...

"Remarkable boy," she says fondly. "You're finally ripening." She strokes my hair tenderly, but her yellowing eyes seem wrong. Hungry.

Dangerous.

But that can't be. I've known her since...when did she get here? She got here right after I turned 9...no, that wasn't right. She'd been here long before I was. She'd always been here, but she'd only gotten here after my 9th birthday...

The older woman's face pops into my mind again, as does the name Mrs. Foster. I remember Celaeno arriving right at 12:57 on my 9th birthday. Which seems really weird, cause I miss was born at exactly 12:57. The next day, Ms. Celaeno took over for the retired Mrs. Foster, who had left without a goodbye.

I remember because Cody and Luca had cried their eyes out...where were they? Maurice? Jenny? Chris?

"Mitchell?"

My eyes focus back on Celaeno, who suddenly made me extremely uncomfortable. Then her face started to morph.

I yelped aloud at what I saw.

Her eyes were definitely a harsh shade of yellow, glaring ravenously into my own amber eyes. Her birdlike features became more pronounced. The feathers in her hair became her actual hair, her hawkish face even more angular and bird like. Her arms compacted, thinned to skeletal width, then began to sprout feathers themselves.

Her teeth, always on display in welcome, now indicated a different sort of 'pleased to see you vibe', sharpening to grotesque points.

I threw myself backwards off the bench, just as her head snapped forward and chomped the air where my neck had been.

"Ms. Celaeno?" I say, terrified beyond belief.

"Oh my dear Mitchell, you look delightfully panicked!" She squawked. Her arms stretch and unfurl her wings, before she hopped the distance I had been crawling in a single leap, feet now wicked talons directed to slice my stomach open.

"Aaaaaahhhh!" I scream, scrambling away and to my feet. I sprinted as fast as I could to the playground. Maybe I could hide behind the slide?

Too late, i thought as I felt Ms. Celaeno's talons clutch my shoulder, agony overtaking my body as her claws embedded themselves deep.

"GYAAAHHHHH," I screamed at the top of my lungs, before I felt an even more painful sensation. She was pulling me into the air, and it HURT.

The children now several yards below seemed completely oblivious to my peril, and my screams. This is a truly awful birthday, I manage to decide through the haze of pain.

"They won't help you, little Half-Blood!" She sets down atop the Orphanage, throwing me onto my back. "You're tasty flesh is mine! I have waited too long to let you get away!" Her foot moves from my shoulder to my chest, her "kiss the cluck" apron on display, pinning me as she lowered her fangs towards my neck. I tried to shove her foot. It didn't budge.

She was strong, way too strong, it felt like trying to move a steel slab as I struggled in vain.

My vision began to fade from the pain, my shoulder, and now chest, hurt so much! The last thing I saw was my caretaker-turned-monster/murderer lunging for my throat.

'Worst Birthday Ever', I decide once more before I black out.

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