AN: The start of grand adventures!

Chapter 2

New York

"Myea, wake up. Oh come on girl do not leave me hangin', wake up!" It took me a while to claw my way to consciousness, and when I did, I found my friends waiting for me. Jason gave me a huge smile. "See Luke, I told you she wouldn't keep me in suspense."

"You're full of shit Jason."

"I don't have the brown eyes idiot." I smiled even though the action kind of hurt my face.

"You're both idiots." I ached all over but if felt like a healthy ache (believe me, I know the difference). Jason got me to a sitting position and I got my first look at myself. "Why am I not in a full body cast of something?" Luke got a frown on his face.

"You've been unconscious for a day. Your wounds healed remarkably fast." Jason's face darkened.

"I'll kill them." I frowned.

"No Jason."

"Slash their tires?"

"No."

"Light their yards on fire?"

"No."

"Can't I do anything Myea?"

"You can right angry letters or burn their pictures. That's it." Jason pouted.

"Party pooper." Luke laughed.

"You two are hilarious." Luke looked outside and his face fell. Grabbing Jason by the arm, he dragged the protesting teen outside. Someone flew into the room, sweeping me into a hug.

"Oh my Myea, my beautiful lily flower, why did this happen? I've been so horrible, I should have known better. She taught me better. Oh my beautiful, strong daughter…"

"Dad?" It was m father, my real father, not the horrible shell of a man I had been living with for years. My father pulled back and I could tell he hadn't slept and that he was crying.

"I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry." I just hugged him, unsure of what else to do. I stayed at the hospital for another couple of hours before I went home with my dad. "Galgeus, hey buddy," cooed my dad. Galgeus was in our front yard, nearly as tall as our small tree and clearly not able to fit in our house anymore.

"I was unconscious for ONE DAY?" My dad laughed as my huge dog came and licked me. I got to walk at graduation the next day, much to the disappointment of my classmates. I was happy. My father was my father again, and slowly my step-mother was becoming a mom. At the same time, however, I felt like I was being smothered by my dad's…father-y-ness. So when Luke suggested me and Jason go with him on a road trip, I immediately agreed. "Watch them for me Galgeus," I said to my dog as I said goodbye to my family. Then I hopped into Luke's care and I was free.

"So where are we gong Luke," I asked as he drove out of our rural Michigan town.

"New York," he explained. "I have family there who offered us a place to crash." I was just happy to escape my tormenters and the strange new father I wasn't used to. We took our time, taking long visits in cities to site see. One day, we stopped at a gas station. Jason went on a snack raid, Luke filled up his car's gas tank up, and I leaned against the trunk and stared into space. There was a flicker in the corner of my eye. I turned to see Ms. Zolif standing at the corner of the gas station, which was weird.

"Luke," I said confusion in my voice. "Ms. Zolif is here." He whipped around so fast that I was afraid he broke his back.

"Shit," he whispered. Without taking his eyes off the woman, he spoke to me. "Go get Jason." I quickly ran into the gas station.

"Hey Myea," greeted Jason when I ran up next to him. "Do we want original or honey mustard Pringles?" Then he looked at me and saw whatever weird expression was on my face. "So we get both and leave quickly, got it." I hopped up and down impatiently while he paid for his armful of food. We both climbed into the car quickly, me riding bitch and Jason riding shotgun as Luke drove away before we could even buckle our seatbelts. Luke was still muttering curses under his breath.

"Luke, what's wrong?" He ignored me. "LUKE, TELL ME OR I SWEAR I WILL TELL JASON!" Luke glared at me and answered.

"We need to get to New York as fast as possible."

"Wait, tell me what?" I ignored Jason for the moment.

"Does it have something to do with that and is it life or death?"

"Yes, on both accounts."

"Then we better get to New York." We took no more detours. We had reached New York State and seemed to be nearing our destination when Luke swore loudly. "What?"

"She found us." He parked abruptly at the foot of a large hill. "Everyone out of the car now!" We all scrambled out of his car. "We need to get over that hill." We started running but Jason got hit on the head with a rock. Me and Luke quickly grabbed him and started dragging him. We were almost there when I heard a screech from above.

"Take Jason, I'll hold her off!"

"No Myea! Don't be another Thalia!" I had no idea what he meant but there was no way in every Hell imaginable that my friends were going to die on me.

"Go!" Luke did, dragging Jason as fast as he could while I ran in the opposite direction. "Hey Ms. Zolif!" No answer. "Hey ugly bitch!" There was a screech. "Apparently your teaching habits haven't improved." I reached into the pockets of my athletic shorts but all I found was a pair of nail clippers. "What, afraid your former student's gong to kick your ass?" That's when I got knocked to the ground. I was turned around quickly to face my old teacher. It had Ms. Zolif's face but with fangs instead of teeth. It also had wings and talons but I had no time to consider it. I snapped my nail clippers menacingly. "Let's do this."

She went to take off again but I grabbed onto her neck. As she rose into the air I swung around so that I was clinging to her back. She screamed again as I wrapped my left arm around her neck in a head lock, mail clippers clenched in my right hand. I started attacking her face with it and she swatted at me. I couldn't beat her, not with clippers. Then I got a dangerously stupid idea. She swatted at me again and I abandoned my nail clippers to grab at her hand. I caught one of her talons, and with a horrendous rip, tore it from her body. She screeched viciously, but it was cut short as I stabbed her talon into her eye. She turned to dust and I dropped twenty feet. Somehow, I managed to roll and land on my feet. Talon clutched in one hand, I found my nail clippers. "Failure my ass," I whispered. Then I noticed the others.

Twenty some teenagers were standing at the top of the hill, string at me in shock. As I watched, Luke pushed his way through and started making his way down to me. To my right was a black haired and green eyed boy holding a sword. "How," he tried to ask. "How did you do that?" I raised an eyebrow. "Who are you?"

"Myea Sortis."

"But who's your-"

"Shut it Harry Potter!" Luke had reached me now and I was in no mood to talk to a stranger. "Luke, explain." He opened his mouth but the other kid cut him off.

"Who are-"

"I said shut up Harry Potter or can you not take orders!" My face took on a dangerous look and both boys visibly paled. "Luke," I warned.

"You're a demigod and you just killed a Kindly One, who will eventually regenerate since she's a monster from Tartarus."

"Well that explains why you made me and Jason take that Greek mythology class." He nodded. "Jason-"

"Is being healed as we speak." Luke gave me a once over glance. "You should be too." I knew I was bad. I had scratched along my face and arms as well as a long gash on my left calf.

"Who's the other guy," I asked, jerking my thumb at the boy to my right.

"Percy Jackson, Son of Poseidon." I walked over towards the teen and clapped him on the back.

"Come on Sea Foam, let's go meet our admirers." I marched up the hill and stood in front of the staring people.

"How did you do that," one asked.

"Nail clippers of doom." Then I passed out again.

AN: So who is Myea's mom? How long will she call Percy Sea Foam? You'll have to wait for the next chapter. ;D