AN: Hey everyone! Thanks for reading. Warning I'm not sure how long this story will last. Reviews would be very much appreciated. I'm going to try to update every Tuesday, but I can't update EVERY Tuesday, so don't shoot my head off if I don't. Also, any plot ideas are welcomed whole heartedly because I have no idea where this story is going. It was kind of a spring of the moment idea and I have no idea what… really anything. Also, I am not very PJO literate, so I will probably mess up with a lot of the details about camp and stuff. I'm looking on Wiki's though, so…
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Beffy/Lisa/Kelly
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I woke up the next morning with an insatiable desire for answers. Answers to the questions from yesterday, answers to the questions from yesterday, and for someone to tell me who the heck I am and why I got here.
I opened my suitcase and grabbed a simple t shirt and jeans. I slipped my feet into plain black ballet flats and, after brushing my hair, teeth and putting a little bit of make up on, stormed out of the cabin.
I opened to a mass of kids about my age meandering towards what looked like a mess hall. I hurried up to a pair of campers. One was a girl with fire like red hair and blue eyes like the sun. The other was a boy, tan with dark hair and green eyes.
"Um, hey." I said. "I'm Dalila, and I'm new here. I don't really know what's going on, could you help me?" I felt extremely awkward. The girl turned and smiled.
"Hi. I'm Renee. Daughter of Persephone. Nice to meet you. This is my friend Charles, Son of Apollo. We're on our way to breakfast. You can walk with us."
"What do you mean 'daughter of Persephone' and 'son of Apollo'?" I asked, beyond confused. They looked at me like I was crazy, then laughed.
"You're funny." The red head mused dreamily. My look must have convinced them I wasn't kidding.
"Has no one told you? You can't be here without knowing. I'm sure you were in the Herme's cabin at least. Someone there would have told you." Charles said, his green eyes looking me over, probably to see a hint saying I was lying.
"No, I stayed there." I motioned to Cabin 3, where I had stayed the night. Their eyes got big.
"Another of the Big 3?" they started whispering with each other.
"You can come to breakfast with us." Renee said, motioning towards her.
"Alright." I sighed, resigning to the fact that I wouldn't be getting answers from them, no matter how hard I pressed.
We walked for a while before I heard my name being called.
"Dalila!" I turned and saw the Centaur my mother had been talking to earlier. He walked up to me. "I'd like to talk to you. I'm sure you have questions."
"Yes, please!" I was so relieved that I might be able to learn what was going on.
We walked along the rows of cabins for a while.
"Alright, ask away." My mind started going a million miles a minute. I just looked at him with wide eyes, trying to decide where to start.
"Ah. I guess I'll just start with the basics. Have you heard of Greek mythology? Yes? Good. Because it's true. Each of these cabins is dedicated to a God or Goddess. This is Camp Half-Blood, home for Demigods, children of the Gods. All, well, I guess most, of the campers here are half god. They stay in the cabin dedicated to their parent." He took a breath.
"Does that mean I'm," I looked back at what I now thought to be Poseidon's cabin.
"Yes, you are Poseidon's daughter." I suddenly understood what Renee had been talking about.
"How did you know my mother?" This question had been burning inside me. How she had known about this world but never told me.
"Ah. Well, your mother was a demigod too." I felt like I was going to throw up.
"Who?" was all I could choke out.
"Hades. Another of the Big 3, I'm afraid. I'm not quite sure what your father was thinking there." He shook his head.
"So, does that make me?"
"Yes, I suppose so. Three quarters goddess, one quarter mortal. Quite an interesting situation."
"So, my dad is Poseidon- God of the Sea, and my grandfather is Hades? God of the Underworld?" I shook my head in disbelief. "How did I not know this before? And how did I not know about the whole… Greek Mythology thing? How does anyone not know?" All of my questions started coming out.
Chiron explained the Mist and almost everything I would ever need to know about Greek Mythology, and my dad and grandpa, and everything.
We walked into the main office building.
"You haven't had breakfast yet, have you?" I shook my head. He sat me down at a mahogany table. I tried to soak in all of the information that had been shoved in my face in the past 24 hours.
I had never thought that my life could go from point A to point β in so little time. I didn't even know who I was anymore. I wasn't who I had always thought I was. I wasn't even MOSTLY who I had thought I was. I might be one fourth who I had thought I was. Who am I? I'm three fourths goddess? What does that even mean? Am I supposed to have these new crazy powers or something? Water and death. That's what my family could boast. Water and death. Reign of the Sea and the Underworld. I hate it. I hate that I'm not normal. That's all I've ever wanted, but I changed schools so many times, and I could never have friends. I knew there was something not right about me, and now I know. I'm mostly Goddess.
From what Chiron told me, I could tell that my dad and grandpa didn't really like each other, that being the understatement of the year. And my mother was familiar with the staff, so obviously she stayed here at one time. So my father must have known who my mother really was when they met. What were his motives in creating something like me?
I sat, picking at some scrambled eggs in utter confusion and frustration. A lock of my hair fell down on my face. I shoved it back angrily. I didn't want to be here. I was so completely sick of being a freak and I wanted to get out of this place before I became the chew toy of camp.
"Chiron?"
"Yes?"
"Do campers ever… Leave?"
"What do you mean?" He looked at me skeptically.
"Like, I don't know. Take a vacation for a little while." I shrugged and threw an innocent smile.
"Well every once in a while campers go on quests in groups of three. But you'd have to talk to the oracle about that."
"Could I?" I practically shouted. Chiron looked at me like I was insane.
"Quests are usually very dangerous, I don't know if you're ready for something like this. You've only just realized who you are." He was talking to me like I was a baby.
I am not a baby. And I still don't know who I am.
"Please, Chiron. I want to go. I don't care how dangerous. I'll go."
"Alright. I'll have to let you see the oracle."
