EDITED: 04 AUG 2017

Author's Note: This story is loosely based on the plot of Lost Shall be Found by SilverMoon2465. Thanks to all of you who followed and favorite and all who reviewed. Sorry for the wait. To make up for it, this is kinda long. I think. Please review if you can.


Anna couldn't remember much else other than Grover insisting he was their protector, and their mother pretty shaken up when Grover said they needed to go. She told them to get in the car, Percy hurriedly called for shotgun to her disdain, so she sat next to Grover. Where they were heading, she didn't know.

"Look, what is happening? I swear, I didn't steal anything!" Percy exclaimed, panicked.

"Honey, I believe you," coaxed their mother, "I believe you."

Anna shook her head and turned to their friend, who was reading a map, "Okay, Groves, where are you taking us? What is this camp?"

Her mother glanced at her through the rearview mirror, "It's a camp, for really special people. Like you."

"Special people?" Anna's eyes were wide in disbelief, "You mean dyslexic?"

"No, Anna."

"Troublemakers?"

"No," her mother shook her head, "Percy, this is about you father."

Percy stiffened. After all those years, his mother had finally decided to tell them about their father. The one who is lost at sea. The one who left.


Somewhere during their mother's story about their father, Anna had fallen asleep. Wherever they were headed was far, since the sun had set and they were still driving. She glanced at her mother, who was talking to Percy like the story was only meant for him. He was her father too, wasn't he? Yet, their mother never mentioned her. Sally only seemed to acknowledge Percy throughout her narrative, it was as though she was speaking to Percy only.

"Leaving you, it was probably the most difficult thing he ever did."

Percy shot her a confused look, "You mean leaving you, me and Anna?"

His mother sucked in a breath, "There's something I haven't told you," she glanced at Anna, "Both of you. Anna… she's—"

"Sally watch out!" Grover exclaimed.

A cow was thrown right in front of them, laying on its back. All four of them screamed as Sally swerved the car to miss the animal and flipped off the road. It skidded into a ditch, and came to a stop beside a forest. Anna tried to breathe, shards of glasses cut through her skin and she noticed the smoke coming from the hood.

"Mom, are you alright?" Percy called out, and Anna sighed in relief knowing her brother was okay. Sally affirmed that she was okay. "Anna! Anna, are you okay?" he asked his sister. "I'm okay, Perce," she lied. Anna tried to ignore to stinging pain where shards of glass embedded into her skin, some big, some so minute one would think they were splinters. She turned to Grover, "Groves, you all right?"

The boy raised his head, "Is it me or is it raining cows?"

Suddenly, the car shook. Something very big was coming towards them. Anna looked through the broken window and saw cows being thrown into the air, flying left and right. A monstrous thing was plowing towards them, heading for the car. "Oh my god, what is that?" she exclaimed.

Sally, panicked, urged them to open the doors and exit the car. Anna noticed Grover taking off his pants. "Jesus Christ, what the hell do you think you're doing?!"

Grover looked at her, "My job." Truthfully, Anna did not want to know what Grover understood his "job" to be, but taking one's pants off while they were stuck inside an upturned vehicle did not seem the most appropriate thing to do.

He lifted his feet, only that they were furry hooves.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Percy exclaimed first, "You're half-donkey?!"

His best friend looked at him straight in the eyes and said, "I'm half-goat." Grover sounded mildly offended. He kicked the window and it shattered, he quickly got out and pulled Anna, and then Percy and then Sally.

"Come on, that thing's getting closer!" Anna yelled, dragging her brother into the woods.

They followed Grover deep into the woods, and they heard Sally telling them to duck as their car flew over their heads, missing by a few inches, and crashed just a few feet in front of them. Grover ran, pointing just ahead of them. There was an old wooden archway, leading into a small clearing. Faded Greek letters were engraved across the top of the arch. Grover, Percy and Anna reached the gate. They turned back and saw their mother standing at the entrance. She didn't go through. Anna ran towards her, "Mom, come on, let's go!"

"This is as far as I can go," she replied. Anna shook her head violently as she tried to pull her mother in. Something invisible was preventing her mother to get inside. "I can't go through, I'm not like you."

"Mom, we're not leaving without you!" She pulled harder as Sally tried to break free from her grasp.

"You have to," she said, "Anna, I'm sorry, I should've told you this. You're not my daughter."

Anna stared at her, eyes wide in disbelief, anger, hurt. "I found you when you were six, delirious, no memory of where you're from. You didn't even know your name. You told me you were six years old, but that's all. I didn't think you would be like Percy, but... I think." She glanced at Percy, then shifted her eyes back on Anna. "And if you can get through," she motioned the arch, "it means you're just like Percy. Anna, I'm sor—"

Sally yelled as the monster grabbed her. Percy and Anna both yelled for their mother. She melted into light, becoming a shimmering, golden form. And she disappeared.

Anna drew out a distressed yell and ran towards the monster, to her mother, but the monster easily threw her. She hit a tree, which broke in half, and she closed her eyes, dissolving into unconsciousness.


The woman was standing in front of the garden, looking very regal and beautiful, her black hair flowing down her back. Her eyes were soft, and brown, and sad. She was wearing a glowing white gown, a cloak of peacock feathers over her shoulders. She held golden lotus-topped staff in her hand, and on the other, a baby blanket. Her daughter was six when she was lost, but the smell of her lingered in that blanket. She traced the lettering on it, crying quietly. Leia.

"Lady Hera," a voice called behind her. She turned and gave the young boy a sad smile. "You miss her."

She nodded. "Every day."


Anna felt like she woke up after a week of sleep. Her body was sore, and hot, and she felt disoriented. What's worse was that she woke up in a hospital bed.

"Thank goodness you're awake." Percy was sitting on the bed, hands wrapped around her own.

"Y-yeah… I had this… weird dream. Groves was some sort of half-donkey…thing."

"Anna," Percy looked at her sadly, "You weren't dreaming. All of it happened."

"Ha ha," Anna closed her eyes, "Stop pulling my leg."

"I wasn't."

"What?" She shot up the bed. Then that would mean that their mother was gone. And worse, what their mother—what Sally—told her just before she died must be true. She wasn't her daughter, she wasn't Percy's sister.

"You're at the infirmary. We've been asleep for three days. I woke up about an hour ago."

Anna lay a hand on her throbbing head, "Oh god, what the hell happened? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. That thing—the minotaur—threw you to a tree and you fell unconscious. Luke and the others brought you here."

"Mino-what? Luke?"

"Come on," Percy held her hands and pulled her up, "Let's go outside."

The camp was spread across several acres of a beautiful, lush landscape surrounded by the forest. The architecture of the buildings was straight out of Ancient Greece, constructed of stone and marble, with weathered, well-worn facades. A small coliseum was visible in the distance. They passed kids their age firing arrows in an archery range, others were throwing javelins, forging weapons in a furnace, others making vases in a potter's wheel.

"So, I'm gonna tell you exactly what Grover told me. First, he's a satyr. Half-human, half-goat."

"Not half-donkey," Anna stated.

"Not half-donkey," Percy clarified, smiling. "Next, this is Camp Half-Blood. "Half" meaning 'half mortal, half god'. All the myths about Greek gods and goddesses, they're not myths."

"Uh-huh."

"I'm being serious, Anna."

"Mr. Brunner," Anna pointed out, "He said sometimes they come down to earth and fall in love with mortals and have kids. Demigods."

Percy sighed, "Yep," popping the "p".

"Okay, so who's your father?"

"Poseidon, God of the Seas," he answered, before turning to Anna, confused, "Wa—wait, don't you mean our father?"

"Percy," Anna looked at him, sad, "Mom, before she…died, she said something to me."

"What is it?"

"I'm not your sister. She… she found me when I was six."

"No," Percy shook his head, "No you've been with me my whole life! You passed through the gate, you're a demigod!"

"Or she may not be," a voice answered behind them. They all turned around and saw Mr. Brunner, who, instead of sitting in a wheelchair, was sporting the lower half of a horse.

Anna closed her eyes, "Oh my god… Mr. Brunner is half-stallion." Her head started hurting. Either this was a dream, or she had gone completely crazy.

"Centaur, Anna," Mr. Brunner smiled, "Here, I'm known as Chiron."


Chiron talked to her for almost hours, answering all her questions, explaining and elaborating. Anna was pretty shaken up with everything that has happened.

"Hey Anna!" Grover called, and she couldn't look at him without being bothered by the lower half of his body, "You didn't watch Percy kick some ass during Capture the Flag?"

"What?"

Chiron answered for her, "No, I was keeping her company."

He told her that Percy's godly parent was Poseidon, and that he and Grover had kept an eye on him. They knew he was the Sea God's son because of his fondness to water, and his ability to stay under water longer than an average person. He also informed her that they didn't know who she was, they didn't even think that she was anything more than a mortal.

"And yet, you are here, inside the camp."

She smiled sadly. "This means I can't stay in Percy's cabin, can I?"

"Unfortunately not. But there are others like you, those whose parents hadn't claimed them yet. All of those children stay at the Hermes cabin." Hermes' Cabin, or Cabin Eleven was the largest cabin in the camp, and it was also the most worn-looking of the cabins. Its dull brown paint was chipped off and there was a caduceus overhanging the door.

A boy ran to greet Chiron and Anna. It was a sandy blonde boy with a mischievous smile, about Anna's age, wearing ragged makeshift leather armor over his T-shirt. "Hey Chiron," he looked at her, "Anna, right? How you feelin'?"

"Okay, I guess." Anna answered with a small smile. The boy reached out a hand and she took it, "Luke Castellan, councilor of Cabin Eleven. I take it you'll be staying here?"

"For the meantime, Luke," Chiron said, "Dinner's almost here," he glanced at the setting sun. "See you at the Mess Hall."

Anna thanked the elderly man and followed Luke to the porch. "And Luke!" Chiron followed up, "Take care of her."

Luke grinned, throwing arm around Anna's shoulders, "You got it, Chi." Turning to Anna he nodded towards the door, "Come on. It's pretty crowded, but I got you a bed Well, I stole you a bed. Marcus would have to bunk with his sister."