This is Chapter 2 of my story, I'm considering just leaving it with about 8 chapters.

It was fun to write but if it doesn't bring in a lot of viewers there really is no point in making it a story.

I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians!


5 years later….

I expected something to happen in the next five years of my life. Nothing ever did though, I at least expected my mother to send me to Camp Half-Blood or a monster to attack me. But nothing happened, mom always tried to ask me about things, like how my school was going or how I felt about my father being a fucking god...But I always gave her the same answer, silence.

I didn't mean to lapse into how I was towards my parents in my old life. But I still did, I started to wear dark clothes like I did before, if I wore colors it was neon. I know it was wrong, and that I should know better. I was technically an adult!

But in all honesty, I didn't care, I still rebelled against her. When she told me not to color my hair, I black tipped it, when she told me to stop wearing black, I started to wear black makeup.

She thought it had to do with my father not being there but after she told me about my father being a god I started to accept it. I mean come on I am a demigod, didn't I want that more than anything a lifetime ago?

Not having anyone home a lot and my mother always trying to find a job to make ends meet really took a toll on my belief in the gods. My mother and many other single parents had to raise superpowered and monster magnet children with no damn help from anyone. I'm sorry but it really made me doubt the gods were in the right here.

Honestly, it made me think that Luke really wasn't in the wrong when he joined Kronos. I wasn't about to go join his cause or anything, he was much worse that was shown in the books. But I didn't blame him for trying to find something better to believe in considering the alternative. I know it's wrong to think this way, and you probably think I sound treasonous. But I wasn't about to let go of how they leave their kids all alone.

Although the bright side is since no one came to get me when I turned 12, I made a guesstimate that it was before the Battle of Manhattan. I actually thought that maybe I would have a nice boring life, one with no depression. It sounded wonderful, sadly that is not what I got. That is actually around the time my life changed, when I ran into a couple of troublesome Hermes children. That's right ladies and gentlemen, the Stoll brothers.

It was my third school my freshman year, we were on a field-trip in New York City. Our class was by Rockefeller Plaza, around the middle of June. I was checking out the statue of Prometheus. It was quite interesting you know, how he gave fire to mankind against the gods' will. I found it kind of cruel that he was chained for trying to help people, then again it was the gods we are talking about.

"Hey Robin, you staring at a long lost relative or something!"

I sigh at the remark and turn around to face the person who said it. Unsurprisingly it was Sarah, or as I call her the bane of my existence.

"Sarah, just because my eyes are gold and the statue is gold doesn't mean we are related!"

I always hated when people made fun of my eyes and complexion. If I wouldn't have known any better I would have thought I was biracial, but I did know better. I knew my father was a god, which explained my eyes, the complexion though through me for a loop. I had trouble remembering anything to do with a god that had dark skin.

In reality, I'm sure we were related in some way, but in all honesty, when I was growing up mom made it very clear that the god side of your DNA doesn't count. I was about to call her a bitch and tell her to go fuck another senior but a voice stopped me.

"Hey my wallet is gone!"

I hear one of the girls in my class yell. I turn my head and see two figures about the same height and hair color standing by me laughing.

Well there's my answer on this being the world of Percy Jackson.

I stare at them, slightly shocked that this was even happening. Finally, it seemed my time of calmness has come to an end.

The taller one was the first to turn to me, "hi I'm Travis and this is my little brother, Connor. You're gonna have to come with us, that is if you wanna get out of here without dying."

Connor shoved Travis towards the skating rink, "dude don't scare her. She probably doesn't even know what in Hade-Hell is going on!"

I smirk slightly when Connor catches himself. I had been preparing for this moment for the last 5 years of my life and knew exactly what to say.

"Actually I do know, my mom told me when I was 10." They stopped their mini-squabble and look at me oddly.

"Really?"

The taller one Travis I think his name was, (It really was hard to tell them apart) asked. The one I assumed was Connor smiled, "awesome! This makes our job 10 times easier. I can't wait to see Annabeth's face when she sees nothing bad happened."

Suddenly I hear a loud growl, almost as if it was waiting for Connor to say those exact words. Travis turns to him, "you had to say it! Didn't you?" Connor grabs my left hand and Travis grabs my other. Soon I was being dragged by two boys across the plaza, getting strange looks from people left and right.

My teacher looks up from a statue she had been staring at and looks at me. "Robin what are you doing? Stop horsing around with those boys and come here!"

It didn't matter what she said, the brothers continued to drag me towards the road. They stop suddenly and Travis lets go of my hand. He runs over to the nearest car (a rather new-looking Ford Fusion) and waves his hand over the lock. It opens without a problem and he leans down and starts to mess with wiring.

How can he do that to new cars? Then again he is a son of Hermes...

"Travis hurry up man, are you losing your touch or something!"

Conner yells as he looks the other way, he lets go of my hand and reaches down to his scabbard and pulls out a celestial bronze sword. Oh my nice boring life was so over… A large dog runs towards us, and Connor jumps up and starts to attack. I was in complete awe of his speed and agility. He raises his sword when he reaches where the hound's heart would be. He stabs through its chest and it suddenly erupts into a the yellow dust I remember reading about over 15 years ago. The dust rains all over Connor and I.

"Got it!" Travis yells as the engine revs to life.

The dust crusted Connor looks over at him, a dubious look on his features.

"REALLY? THANKS BECAUSE THAT HELPS SO MUCH NOW!"

Connor grabs my wrist and stalks over to the car, he and I jump in the back seat. Travis, now in the driver's seat starts to back up and drive us to what I can only assume is Camp Half-Blood. Travis drives down the road, well over the speed limit. Any cop car I see doesn't stop or even look like they see us.

"Let me guess," I say as soon as we are driving out of the city. "You guys are sons of Hermes."

Connor started laughing, "what was your first clue, the hot wiring or unlocking the car door?"

I sent a smirk his way, "you stealing the girl's wallet."

Connor's brow furrowed.

"-that was me!" Travis said from the driver's seat sounding rather happy with his accomplishment.

"I mean come on it was just too easy, she had about three hundred dollars there! Plus she just left it in a shopping bag, I mean who taught you guys how to carry money in the city?"

I scoff, "we're from Pennsylvania. We're not even from the city area either, we're from the rural areas. I swear I've seen more amish in my life than should be legal."

Connor almost did a spit take while drinking his water bottle.

Wait, isn't that my water bottle?

"Amish r-really?" He said through a fit of coughing.

"Sorry not all of us can be from the highly populated areas, city boy!" I rip my bottle out of his hands, " and that's mine!"

Connor shrugs, "you just left it in your backpack like that. I thought you were offering…"

I start to yell at him but then I just sigh, "you did save me from that dog. I guess I can let it slide."

"Hellhound," I hear the word and it sends a shock through me.

"What?"

Travis looks at me through the rearview mirror, "it was a hellhound that tried to kill you."

So that's what they looked like…

"Shit! I could have died!"

I say suddenly, realization hitting me. I start breathing heavily and I hear Connor sigh.

"You win Travis…"

"Yes! Told you she was the denial type! I'll take my 5 drachma when we get back to camp."

Wait, what?

"You bet on me?" I ask, my fear almost forgotten.

"Duh, we always do! We need to be amused a little bit with this job."

Travis says happily, obviously still happy with his new found riches. Connor stays quiet for a time until we finally make it to the dirt road I remember reading about.

I still can't believe it's real…

Travis stopped the car and we all get out. Travis starts to walk up alone, "we'll have to hide that later...Chiron told us not to take a car."

Connor grabs my wrist and we start walking up the hill, "yeah but he said we could if it was necessary. I'm pretty sure a hellhound counts as necessary!"

I sigh, I really hoped I wouldn't have to deal with these guys for long. But I knew that wasn't going to be the case. When we reached the top my breath caught in my throat. The camp was even more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. The twelve cabins were definitely described perfectly. Not to mention the sword arena, chariot track, and lastly the lake. That lake was beautiful…

"What, never seen a camp before?" I hear Travis ask, and I shake my head.

"My mom told me this place existed and what it looked like. But still...it doesn't even compare to seeing it in person."

"I'd like to think that as well Miss Benson."

A new voice cuts in, I turn towards it and see a man well not entirely a man. From the waist down he had the hindquarters of a horse. Someone I also knew as…"Chiron."

I say his name before I can stop myself. But come on who could blame me, the Chiron was right there! I only hoped I wasn't going to announce Percy or Nico's name before the tell me them. Chiron looks slightly surprised but quickly smiles, "it seems you know your myths Robin. Yes I am Chiron." At this point I wasn't sure if I wanted to pass out, scream, or ask if I can call my mother. Maybe I'll do all three…

"Uh this is amazing…" I manage to say.

Chiron smiles, "welcome to Camp Half-Blood Robin."


That's it for this chapter!

But like I said this is probably going to be a short story if it doesn't gain any interest.

It depends how easily the chapters come to me...

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