Scarlett Jackson

My parents died in a monster attack 7 years ago. Who are my parents, you ask? Well, nobody other than the famous Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase, Saviors of Olympus. No, I'm not bragging. Anyway, ever since they died, I've been traveling with my best friend, Calliope, and her parents, other Saviors.
We have to keep moving, to avoid monsters, and, I guess the Fates have been happy since Mom and Dad died, because, we haven't gotten a lot of attacks. Maybe once every two days. And this is with 2 Saviors, a Legacy of Mars and Pluto, and a Legacy Poseidon and Athena. Yeah. Power.
So far, we've been to France, Italy, and Russia. Once, when we were in Italy, we saw Uncle Nico. He Shadow Traveled for mine and Cal's birthday. We laughed, because his face landed in my blue birthday cake.
We're going back to the U.S. now. Mother (Callie's mom) and Father (Callie's dad) said we have do go to Camp. It sorta sucks, because I have to go to a different camp than Cal. I'm Greek, and she's Roman.
"SCARLETT MAGDALENA SOPHIA JACKSON!" a voice screeched in my ear.
I jump, and instinctively put my hand on my back pocket, where my last present from Mom was. A Celestial Bronze knife.
"Gods, Scar," Calliope said, sitting down next to me. "I just wanted to tell you we're here. Ma and I are going to drop you off. Pa's gonna get our stuff ready. We need to leave tonight if we make it to Camp J by the end of this week."
I relaxed, though I was going to miss Callie. "'Kay. I wonder which cabin I'll go in. I'm Poseidon and Athena."
"I'll help carry your bags, Scarlett. You help too, Callie. Scar, you carry this one. Camp's just over this hill," Mother told us, as she lifted one of my luggages out of the trunk.
We walked over the hill, and a sign that read Μισό-αίμα στρατόπεδων caught my eye. From Calliope's raised eyebrow, and Mother's barest hint of doubt, I could tell they couldn't read it.
"Camp Half-Blood," I read, feeling a twinge of sadness, knowing the last time I was here, my mom held my hand and my dad made me laugh.
I followed Mother as we passed campers climbing a wall pouring lava, and jousting. We also pass this gigantic house. Then, we enter a village of sorts. There are these big Greecian villas, and a beautiful Cherokee woman and a blond guy with striking blue eyes that should intimidate me, but don't, are talking comfortably on the front steps of what I guess is their home.
The Cherokee woman looks up. When she sees Mother, she runs toward us. "Hazel!" She embraces Mother, then looks at me and Calliope. Miss Cherokee smiles warmly, then hugs us both. At that moment, I realize this is Aunt Piper, and Blue Eyes is Uncle Jason.
"How are you two?" Aunt Piper asked when she pulled back from the comforting embrace.
I didn't really know what to say, but, luckily, Calliope saved me from embarrassing myself. "We're doing very well, Aunt Piper. You?"
"I'm doing fine," my aunt replied. "Thank you for asking. Um, Scarlett, your parents' villa is the one to the left of ours. You can stay there, but you're welcome anytime at my house."
"It's my house, too," Uncle Jason said, stopping beside Aunt Piper. "but I agree wholeheartedly. Your house is untouched, after all these years, except for the cleaning harpies."
I laughed. "Well it's nice to know that nobody tried to mess up my childhood home."
Mother called Callie. "We have to go know. Sorry. Bye, Scar. See you in 3 months. Oh! I also told Chiron that you're here."
"Bye, Cal!"
"See ya, Scarlett!"
"Well," I said, after Mother and Calliope were a spot on the horizon. "I'd better unpack. Nice seeing you guys again!"

After I had put away all of my stuff, I changed from a simple grey tee, jeans, and black Converse into a low-cut halter top, Renegade Blue Denim shorts, and kept the Converse.
I went outside, heading for the archery fields, Father taught me, hoping to practice, when a brown-haired, tan-skinned, electric-blue-eyed guy walked toward me and wolf-whistled.
"So," the boy/man said. "you're Percy's kid. I'm Tristan Grace. I'd tell you the rest of my name, but it's too long."
He stuck his hand out for me to shake, but not in a polite way, more like a cocky, swag, 'cool' way.

I took it hesitantly. "Yeah. My name's Scarlett. I'd tell you the rest of my name, but it's also too long," I mimicked.

Tristan laughed. "Well, I've got time. Just in case yours really is too long, I'll go first. Tristan William Johnathan Grace, at your service, Miss Jackson." He fake bowed to mock royal politeness you, supposedly, gave the gods.
"Scarlett Magdalena Sophia Jackson, the royal highness herself."
He followed me to the archery fields and rose a quizzical eyebrow at me. "Archery? I've been told your dad sucked at it."
"Well," I said. "that's true, but my mom didn't."
To prove my worth, I took a wooden bow and some arrows and walked to the target. I took a deep breath. The arrow whizzed past Tristan, and hit bullseye with a TWANG!
"Wow. I've been proven wrong. And I hate being proven wrong."

Well, this is just an idea I had. Percy and Annabeth get married. They have a kid. They get attacked my a rogue monster, and, supposedly, get killed. The kid gets raised by Hazel and Frank, who the kid calls "Mother" and "Father." She's BFFs with Frazel's kid, 'cause she's been traveling with her for, like, ever. The kid, who I named Scarlett, meets Jasper's kid, Tristan Grace, and Caleo's kid, Theo Valdez. The rest would be a major spoiler alert.

I hope you guys liked it. I'm already writing the second chapter, but I might not finish writing the chapter and/or update for a while, because school starts Monday. As in, Monday, March 31st, Monday. The tomorrow Monday. So, yeah.

Love,

Lexi

P.S. This stuff is MINE!

***UPDATE: SUNDAY, MARCH 30th, 2014, 7:37 PM***

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