A/N: Hey! It's 2:26 in the morning and I'm wide awake, so I thought I'd upload this story! This will be my first Percy Jackson fanfiction, despite the fact I have always wanted to write one. I'd be the heroine and be loved by billions, but this isn't the case. This will be OC-Centric, which I tend to hate, but maybe I should be less judgmental …Maybe that's my fatal flaw!
Black Skies With Lightning
Fifteen; I had always disliked that number. There was no real reason; I just preferred a lot of numbers over fifteen. I was fifteen, that young, when my family was taken away from me. I was one of the youngest members of that family. That's both for my immediate and extended family. I was the third youngest of the six children of Benito and Carlene Schmidt. I had two half siblings, Terrence and Shannice. I loved them as if they were my full siblings and vice-versa. The order of the children went like this: Shannice, being the oldest, Perez, Jeremiah, Terrence, Rebekah, Jaha, Audrey, and Azuriah. I am Jaha, meaning dignified, or proud.
To be honest, I'm not a very proud person. I mean I am, but not enough to make me lose sight of what was important, like my family did. It was because of their proud, dignified ways I became the last remnant of my family left on the world, and I have been cursed...
A/N and that is the prologue! I usually start all my stories off with prologues because they tend to spike interest. I hope you liked it and feedback is appreciated (unless it's a flame or something very rude, I will flip out on you.) I never know if I was to put the punctuation mark outside the parenthesis or inside...I'll have to ask my English teacher that, ha-ha!
