Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or HOO. But I do own Mel.
The goddess looked at the buildings in camp. "Where do you want me to stay Chiron?"
"Wherever you wish ma'am, as long as the counselor is willing to take you in," he said respectfully. She swept her eyes over the cabins. I don't think my mother would want me to stay in my father's cabin. I don't think she even wants to the other gods to know I exist. Mel also knew that in wouldn't be wise to choose her mother's cabin; she might be found out.
"I think, I should like to stay wherever the campers want me."
He nodded. "If you would give me a moment to change Lady Melecia, I will take you to breakfast and introduce you to the other campers." She agreed and waited patiently in the parlor. When he returned, wearing his normal ensemble, Chiron invited her to follow him to the dining pavilion. "Milady, forgive me, but what exactly are you goddess of?"
"Chiron, call me Mel please." She waited for him to nod. "Well I'm goddess of heroes, celestial bronze, and chariot racing. That's why I was sent here, to help run the camp."
The old centaur looked at her closely. He couldn't quite figure out who her parents were, she looked a bit like Poseidon, but she had an air of calmness to her. He would ask the counselors to assess her abilities; maybe they could piece something together.
When they finally reached the pavilion, it was almost silent. The campers had seen them approach and were whispering about who she could be. Some looked to Percy who simply shrugged, if he had a new sibling no one had bothered to tell him about it.
"Good morning all, I have an interesting new guest for us." The campers quieted down. "Mr. D? Are you listening?"
The god looked up and grunted.
"All hail Lady Melecia goddess of heroes, celestial bronze, and chariot racing!"
The campers were silent, but luckily for them it was Mr. D who broke the silence. "You expect me to believe this little brat is one of us?"
Mel only smiled. She wasn't scared of him; after all he was her nephew, and also her uncle but that wasn't the point. She spoke calmly, liquids bubbling in their cups as she stepped closer to the camp's director. "I'm afraid, dear relative, that you are wrong." She laid her arm, palm facing upward, in front of the god.
He looked. Instead of seeing blue veins of a mortal, the veins appeared orange a sure sign of golden ichor pulsing through her body. "So little one, whose child are you?"
"I don't know."
Mr. D smiled. "You look like Poseidon."
She kept an even face. "I look like you," she stood up straight, "in fact I look like the entire Olympic Pantheon. We're all related though, right?" She looked to the campers. "How can you tell who my parents are by looking at me?"
The older god grumbled before turning back to his oatmeal.
"Well, on that note…who wants Mel in their cabin?"
"We'll take her." Everyone turned to see Percy and Tyson sitting with their hands raised, both covered with orange juice which had apparently exploded when she walked by.
Mel looked mildly worried, but she nodded. Mr. D stood up. "Well, now that we've cleared that up I have to go. Father wants to see us all up on Olympus."
Zeus looked around the throne room. "Where's Dionysus? The meeting was supposed to begin twelve minutes ago."
As if on cue, he entered the room grumbling under his breath. "Stupid kid made me late," he threw himself into his throne, "why if she wasn't immortal…"
"If who, wasn't immortal, son?" Zeus asked.
"That stupid little kid who came to camp today, claiming to be a goddess! Oh, well at least she drenched that Perry boy, even if it was on accident."
"A goddess?" Zeus asked.
"Ichor and everything," Dionysus sighed. "Just when I thought my job was getting easier."
"What's her name?"
"What are her powers?"
"Who are her parents?"
"Her name is Melecia," everyone turned to see who was speaking, "she doesn't know her powers."
"Apollo?" Athena asked. "How do you know this?"
He shrugged, "The Fates thought I'd want to know."
"Do you know who her parents are?"
"Nah, they wouldn't tell me. They said we would find out in due time." He started flipping through songs on his iGod. "All I know is that she was sent to CHB by her mother." Apollo didn't know why this was such a great big deal. "Chiron will probably figure it out."
Zeus looked at his agenda. That would have to wait for another day. "Where is the child going to stay?"
"At camp," they looked toward the wine god. "That Perry boy and his brother volunteered to take her in."
Poseidon sat up straighter. "My cabin? Why mine?" Athena was worried he might figure something out. "Can I see her?" He looked towards his brother.
Zeus sighed in annoyance, but eventually obliged and opened up a portal.
"And finally," Percy said, "here's our cabin, Cabin 3." Mel stepped inside eagerly, it smelled like the ocean and it made her feel at peace.
She smiled at her older brother. "Thanks, where should I sleep?"
"Anywhere you want, Your Highness."
Her grin grew and her eyes momentarily flashed grey, making Percy jump slightly. "Well than Mortal, I want to be there by the fountain."
He motioned for Tyson to set her things down. "You like it? It was a gift from my dad. You can use it to IM if you want."
"I talk to fish ponies!" the Cyclops announced proudly.
Mel laughed and the fountain gurgled slightly. Percy noticed, but didn't say anything.
"Do you have a weapon?"
She nodded and pulled out a bronze sword. "Plymmarma-Flood Chariot," she said reading the inscription. Could you have made it more obvious Mom?
"Ah, that one. I think it belonged to a daughter of Athena. Queen Elizabeth the 1st I think." Percy inspected it closely. "I heard they used it to behead her "mother" who was a daughter of Hectate."
"Can you imagine?" Mel shuddered; she knew her mom couldn't die, but still the thought… "Did she know?"
Percy shrugged. "Annabeth might know. I'm not the type of person to ask when you're looking for facts."
The half-blood looked at her discretely. Coloring wise they could have been identical twins, but her features were much different. She looked almost exactly like Annabeth. She had even curled her hair like a princess. The weird thing was that he felt like he needed to protect her from harm. The same way he felt with Tyson. However he knew she was a goddess and could handle herself.
"So how about we go practice with that fancy new sword of yours?"
"Ready to lose?"
He laughed.
Much later after everyone had fallen asleep, Percy had awoken. He didn't know what his dream had been telling him, but before he could ponder it he noticed something. His new friend was snoring and with each small noise the water in the fountain quivered.
He didn't know what to think of that.
A/N: I don't know what it is with these quick updates but don't begin to expect it.
I don't think the PJO or HOO series say anything about Queen Elizabeth I, but she would totally be Athena's kid. Also I completely made up that name, I just combined the Greek words for flood and chariot and that's what I got.
So if any of you know Greek maybe you could tell me what Plymmarma actually means.
