PLEASE READ! So I'm thinking of doing a sequel series... Not now, obviously, but when this is finished. Review if you think I should! Only own OC and the plot! The characters to Uncle Rick and James Patterson. To the story!

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"Orabelle," gasps Annabeth, "Your eyes!"

I guess it wasn't a dream after all.

"Yes! I knew it wasn't a dream! I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!" I chant, happily standing up and dancing in a circle, "I knew it!"

"Knew what?" asks Annabeth cautiously, "What exactly do you know? And I'm 100% sure your eyes were different yesterday."

"Mr Poseidon, Trite and Mr Zeus and Mrs Hera adopted me!" I say, still dancing, "I now have 4 sets of parents!"

"4? How do you have 4 sets of parents?"

"My first mummy and Mr Hades, Percy and Annabeth, Mr Poseidon and Trite, and Mr Zeus and Mrs Hera!" I explain, counting them on my fingers, "The last three adopted me!"

"Zeus adopted a child of Hades?!" cried Percy, "How? What?"

"Oh yeah, Mr Zeus said that we are allowed to fly and he won't hit us with lightening!" I add, "He is really nice! So is Mrs Hera, Mr Poseidon and Trite!"

"Poseidon, sure," muttered Percy, "But Hera, Zeus and Amphitrite? Not so much."

"I heard you Percy," I scold, "That's not very nice. And they were very kind to me. Also, can I call you daddy and mummy now? Or, can I call you Anna and Perce?"

"Definitely mum and dad, " answers Annabeth, "Otherwise everyone will call me Anna! Especially the Stolls!"

"Fine," sighed Percy, "I won't be rude about them."

"Good," I nod in approval.

The Flock were laughing, probably because a 6 year-old told off her 21 year-old adoptive father for being rude.

Kit snickered, and extinguished the fire.

"Lets learn how to fly!" she said, creating a seat out of fire, and sitting on it, without letting her clothes burn. The fire chair floated up, and zoomed around in circles, going upside down, and jerking about.

"Bells, " said Max, "Get the rest of us up high."

I solidified a plat form of air under our feet, and we flew up, far into the sky. When Max said we were high enough, I stopped. Gazzy, Iggy, Nudge, and Angel jumped off the platform, and flew around, chasing Kit. Only Fang and Max stayed behind to teach us.

"I think Percy should calm down, and Annabeth can help him with that." said Fang, looking at Percy hyperventilating, and Annabeth rubbing his back and whispering in his ear. "We'll teach Orabelle first, so if you two need help, she can save you."

"Just call me Bells," I tell him, smiling. "You too, Max."

He blinks, surprised that someone he's known for less than 24 hours let him use a nickname.

"Okay." agrees Max. Fang just nods.

"How do fly?"

"Well, we would usually just push people off a platform, and let their instincts do the rest, but you'd just be able to stop yourself mid-air. So, if you promise not to, we'll try to surprise you. That okay?" Max asks, worriedly.

"Yep."

"Stand on the edge," instructs Max, "And we'll stand on either side of you."

I do as she says, and Fang stands on my left, and Max on my right. We just stand there for a few minutes, when I'm suddenly shoved of the platform. I spread my wings in an attempt to slow my falling, which fails, and only succeeds to hurt my wings. So, I flap my wings, and angle them forwards. I'm no longer outright falling, and slowly, but surely, I travel forwards. I'm getting the hang of this!

Soon enough, I'm flying in circles, and doing loops and tricks like the rest of them. I guess being the adopted daughter of Zeus has its perks. I fly up to the platform, where Fang ad Max are talking to Percy and Annabeth. I do a loop, and gracefully land on the platform, with my wings out, making me look like an angel. I can feel surprise coming from Max and Fang.

"Don't be so surprised," I say, "I'm the daughter of Zeus."

They roll their eyes, and tell me about the developments with Percy.

"He's stopped hyperventilating, but he refuses to fly."

"Percy," I say sternly, "Look at me."

Strangely enough, the 21 year-old, took the command of the 6 year old.

"You are the adoptive dad, of the adoptive daughter of Zeus. Calm down. Zeus won't fry you, and I'll get the air to catch you if you can't figure it out. The same goes for Annabeth," I say, reassuringly," You'll be fine, dad."

He takes a deep breath, and nods. "Lets do this," he smiles, and grabs Annabeth's hand, "I'm good. Better catch me."

They stand at the edge, and Fang goes behind Percy, and Max behind Annabeth. After a few moments, they push them off the platform, and jump off after them. I join Max and Fang in flying, just above Percy and Annabeth. Annabeth straightens her wings, and flaps, just as I did. Percy just flails around, not doing anything in particular. I roll my eyes, and slow him, but not stop him. I fly next to him and create another platform for me, that moves at the same speed as his. I retract my wings, sit and dandle my legs over the side.

"Dad," I sigh, "You're supposed to try. Start flapping your wings, or I'll let you fall. I'll just summon water to heal you. But it'll hurt while it lasts," I threaten.

"Alright," he says, and gingerly starts flapping his wings.

"Try harder," I snap, and start to weaken the platform he's on.

He feels it, and his eyes widen. He thought I was kidding. Thats cute. He thought I would let him get away with it.

"I will drop you," I reaffirm, "I'm weakening the platform now."

He flaps his wings harder, and rises a little. He looks at his wings in awe, and continues to flap, rising higher. I dissolve the platform, as he's figured it out now. He whoops, and flies to Annabeth, who is a little more graceful than Percy. I float up, and join them.

"... I'm telling you! The 6 year old threatened me! It's terrifying!" he says to her, bobbing up and down with his wings.

Annabeth just laughs, and hi-fives me.

"Good job," she compliments, " You got him into it."

I form a platform under our feet, and float us to the height of the original one.

"We should practise more," I say, then glance at Percy, "You, sir, need to get the hang of it. I think Annabeth and I have got it."

And with that, I dive off, and retract my wings in, so I'm just falling. At the very last second, I open my wings, and rise up, laughing with joy. I fly over to Nudge, who looks a little lonely.

"I love flying!" I exclaim, "Isn't it great?"

"I know!" she replies, looking happier with someone to talk to, "It is so fabulous!"

"Did you see Percy before?" I ask, leaning in, "He looked hilarious!"

"YEAH! He looked like he was trying to do the chicken dance!"

"Oh yeah! Could you go get the others? We need to get to talk about the next part of the quest."

"Sure!" she agreed.

I fly up to create another platform. I stand on it, create a seat out of grass, and sit on it. I create 9 more, for the others to sit on. Soon enough, they sit down, and look at me.

"We have to continue the quest. We can't stay here flying, we've been here for about an hour already. We gotta move on to Central Park." I address.

"Central Park?" asks Iggy, "Why?"

"Thats where the rest of the army is." answers Kit, "They need to come too."

"Lets fly there." says Percy, "I've decided that I like flying!"

Annabeth rolls her eyes, "Percy, we were already going to, it's the fastest way there."

Percy blushes as the rest of the group snicker.

"I'll go down and get the weapon bag." says Kit, and she floats down on a board of fire.

"Weapons bag?" asks Max, immediately suspicious.

"To fight the monsters. Also, you guys need to choose some weapons. I have a dagger and back-up sword, Percy has a sword, Kit has throwing knives and a spear, an Bells has dual axes and a shield." says Annabeth, "I used to recommend weapons at camp, so, I would say a spear and shield for Max, a long sword for Fang, a short sword for Gazzy, daggers for Nudge, trident and net for Iggy (so when in battle he can catch people and there is a code word to say if you are a monster or nah), and hunting knives for Angel, which are slightly longer than daggers."

Kit comes back, lugging the large sack over her shoulder like Santa Claus. The Flock take Annabeth's advice, and choose the weapons she suggested, finding that she was right. Their weapons were mostly Celestial-Bronze, except for Max's spear, which was Imperial-Gold. Annabeth coaches Nudge, Angel, Kit, and Max, and Percy teaches the boys, all while in air. I expand the platform, so they have more room and get rid of the chairs. I pray to Ares, and my godly fathers for someone to teach me how to use the axes properly. Poof! There is a puff of red smoke, so I use the wind to blow it away. Where the smoke was, there is a brown haired girl, with an angry look on her face. She's wearing a black shirt, black pants, camo jacket and combat boots. She notices Percy and Annabeth, and smirks.

"Since when did Prissy have wings?" she asks, "And since when did the Princess have wings? Why isn't Prissy a pile of ash?"

"Clarisse?" asks Percy incredulously, turning around.

"The one and only." she says, mock bowing, but when she looked down, she noticed she was a few hundred meters off the ground ,"OH MY GODS! WHAT THE HADES IS GOING ON?"

Annabeth snickers, and tells her whats going on.

"We got genetically mutated, and we're learning how to fight in the air, thanks to Orabelle, who can control the elements. She also controls ice, snow, metal, has regenerative healing, is incredibly intelligent, has wings, an shape shift into any animal, can feel emotions, and has better sight, hearing, smell and strength than a human (avian DNA). She is a Hades kid, and was adopted by Poseidon, Amphitrite, Zeus, Hera, and Percy and I. So she also has even more power we don't know about." She answers, "Everybody, tell her what you can do, and what your name is. All of the others here, including me, have special powers, plus the sight, hearing, smell and strength, but we have less of a spread than Bells."

I smile and wave at Clarisse, laughing at her surprised face, impressed with my power. "I'm Orabelle, but call me Bells. You just heard the powers we know of."

"I'm Max, and I can move up to 300mph, I am stronger than the average bird mutant, and have gills that let me breathe underwater."

"I'm Nudge! I am like a human magnet! I can sense left over emotions on inanimate objects! I wish that-mmph!"

"I'm Iggy, I have all my senses heightened except for sight because I'm blind, I can feel colour, and I can make bombs."

"I'm Fang, and I can blend into surroundings if I stay still, I also have gills, and I can survive things most people can't."

"I'm Gazzy, I can copy any voice, I have atomic farts, and," he raised his hand to hi-five Iggy, who met it, "I can make bombs!"

"I'm Angel, and I can read and control most peoples minds, breathe underwater, change my appearance and mentally communicate with animals."

"Can you read my mind?" asked Clarisse angrily, annoyed that a ten year old could read her mind.

"No," said Angel, her face screwed up in concentration, "I can't read demigod minds."

Clarisse sighed in relief, and sat down, on the invisible platform.

"Well, my dad sent me here to teach someone how to fight with axes. Who is it?"

I raise my hand, and get the axes off the bracelet, signalling that I am the one that needs teaching. I form a ring of vines, and tie my rainbow strands out of my face.

I smile at her, and gesture for her to begin. She begins with teaching me how to hold the axe properly. Then she teaches me how to throw them, and have them hit the target blade first. Then she teaches me to fight with them at the same time. She also teaches me to do tricks that take the maximum amount of enemies. When she said 'maximum', Max turned around and scowled. Hmmmm. The others occasionally come to me to create targets out of hay. When we are done, Clarisse compliments me on being a natural. We finish training after about an hour.

"Well, how do I get home?" asked Clarisse, scratching her head.

Annabeth shrugs, and asks" Do you want to join us in the battle?"

"Hades yes!" she says, pumping her fist. "Wait, I don't have wings, and can't fly any other way."

"I'll let you sit on this platform. It'll just float along with us." I create a small wall out of rock, to signal where the platform ends. The others spread their wings, and leap off. I join them, and use the winds to push along the platform with Clarisse on it. Our group now has 11.

TIME SKIP: 4 HOURS

We just arrived on the outskirts of Manhattan.

"We have to land, and walk the rest of the way. People would notice." says Annabeth, drifting closer and closer to the ground. I follow her, retracting my wings and free falling to catch up to her. At the last moment, I pull out my wings to catch the draft she's gliding on. We land in an empty field, and wait for the others to land.

A few moments later, they land near us, and walk over. and voldemort turned up and killed them all

"Retract your wings under your shirt. We're going to be in public, "said Annabeth grimly, "Make yourselves presentable."

We pat down our hair, and brush off the dirt. I make a brush out of wood, use it, then pass it around. I create bands out of vines, and pass them to the people with long enough hair. I make a cubicle out of rock, and go inside it.

"I'll be out in a minute!" I call to the others. I take off my clothes, soak them in water, and use the water to control them to keep it above a fire so the water in the clothing evaporates. I summon more water to clean myself, then control the water to get off me, and water the grass. Once my grey jumper and black sweat pants are completely dry, I put them on, snuggling into the warmth. I walk out of the cubicle, feeling refreshed. The others gape when they see my clean clothing and dirt-free face.

"How?" stutters Gazzy, looking amazed while Clarisse picks at her fingernails. She probably showered before she was forced over to teach me.

"Would you guys like to shower and wash your clothes too?" I ask, looking innocent. They give me one look, and I go back inside the cubicle to prepare in for them. I create another cubicle next to it, with a chute connecting, which I make the word, 'clothes' appear above, so I can wash and dry their clothes. I don't want them accidentally burning their clothes. That would be bad. I create a bath out of smooth stone, and fill it with water. I make a towel rack out of rock, and make some towels out of absorbent moss. I tighten the moss, to make it stronger. I also cover the ground in stone, make a bath mat out of more moss, make an alcove in the wall and fill it with fire, and put a roof on the cubicle. I walk out, and see them chatting amongst themselves.

"Hey!" I raise my voice, getting their attention. "So, you'll walk in, put your clothes in the chute, get in the bath, and stay in until I push your freshly washed clothes back through. Then you dry off, and put your clothes on. Then I go in, and replace the water. Got it?"

They nod in affirmation, and push Max in first. I go into the washing cubicle, and wait. Soon enough, her clothes are pushed through. I decide that I don't need to waste my power by putting the water mid-air, so form a bowl under the chute and fill it with water, sos that when the clothes come through, they'll land in the water. I then put Max's clothes in. I use my power to spin it around, and wash out as much dirt as possible. I need to take out her clothes and refill it with new water twice, because she had a lot of dirt trapped in her clothes. When I've finally dried it completely, I push it through the chute, and wait for the next person. I do this 8 more times (Clarisse didn't need to, and Max and I had already been), and finally, I exit the rooms, and make everything disappear. I look at the rest of the group, and nod in approval. They were much cleaner and smelled less than before. I once again passed around a brush and hairbands, and we were finally ready to leave.

"I'll lead the way, " offered Percy, "I grew up here."

"Sure," says Max, "Better not get us lost."

Percy just smiles, takes Annabeths hand, and leads her down the street, with the rest of us following in two lines. I stand next to Nudge, listening as she occasionally, comments on passersby's clothes and fashions in shop windows.

"We're here!" calls Percy, pointing at a beautifully manicured massive garden, that was 5x larger than the School. It had a blue lake, and lots of people swanning about, reading and having picnics.

"Where could they be?" asked Kit, sighing, "I shouldn't have chosen such a large area."

"Where is the area that is the densest, that is close to the lake?" I asked, "Because, they would stay close to that, for the water mutants, and they would hide in the dense area so they wouldn't be found."

"Thats what I was about to say!" beamed Annabeth, "Good thinking."

"Its on the left side, near the oval." answered Percy, concentrating.

"Lets go!" said Gazzy excitedly, "Lets get the army!"

Kit rolled her eyes, and whispered something under her breath so quietly, even my enhanced bird hearing couldn't detect it. The only person who heard what she said was Iggy, who grinned and chuckled. We walked through the park, looking up into the trees, and in the bushes. We didn't find them, anywhere in the dense area.

"Maybe they're somewhere else," pondered Kit out loud, "We should search the whole park."

So for the next 5 hours, we searched the park in sections at a time. when we were done, we sat near the lake, and watched as the sun set behind the high-rise buildings. They would be here by now, so where didn't we search? Did we... Wait!

"We didn't search the lake!" I exclaim, jumping to my feet from sitting crosslegged (with a little help from some solidified air, of course).

"Yes we did, " said Annabeth, looking at me strangely, "We searched all around it."

"But not in it." I said, watching smugly as her face dawned with realisation. "Ha! Told you."

"Are you kidding?" groaned Nudge, "My feet hurt from walking around all day, and from where we started we could have walked, like, 5 meters! OMG! I am so annoyed right now! Why didn't I think of that before! IT WOULD HAVE BEEN-mmph!"

Fang had clamped his hand over her mouth.

"Orabelle and Percy can search." he said quietly, slowly retracting his hand from Nudge's mouth, who glared at him but said nothing.

I stand up, and without thinking, jump straight in. I accidentally breathe in, and find that I can breathe normally, and that I'm not wet in the slightest. I use the water to push me to the surface, and bob up, completely dry.

"You coming, dad?" I ask pouting at the surprised faces.

"You're dry?" asks Angel.

"Poseidon." I remind them, "Hurry up, daddy."

Percy shrugs, and jumps in. I'm about to follow him, when I realise they might not trust us without Kit.

"Kit, come in, I promise you won't get wet, I'll let you breathe." I call, gesturing to her to enter.

"Okay, can I get in now?" she asks, eyeing the water. I nod, and as she jumps in, create a bubble of air around her.

"Cool," she says, underwater, inspecting the bubble.

I create another bubble, and light a fire in it, creating a little light for her. Because I can see perfectly well in the darkness. Must be a Poseidon thing. I see Percy, waiting and smiling.

"Lets go." he says, then swims away, towards the bottom, which is far down. I follow him, using the water to push Kit's bubble.

In the water, something is moving towards us. I point at it, and signal for Percy to go behind, while Kit and I go in the front.

As they got closer, I realised that they were two somethings. They were, humanoid?

"We're going closer, " I tell Kit, who nods. As we swim closer, we can see they are surrounded by a jelly-looking (jello, for americans and stuff ) substance.

When we're close enough to see their faces, Kit gasps out, "Spike? Is that you?"

"Kit!" the one the right calls out, "How are you?"

"Good! How is the rest of them? And how are all of you underwater?"

Spike gestures to the jelly substance, "Michelle here," he gestures to the girl next to him, "Can create and control this stuff, so we created a large bubble underwater for us all to live in, until you got here! We brought down a few small trees and plants, to keep oxygen flowing."

"Dad!" I yell, "It's fine they're who we're looking for!"

"Who's your dad?" asks Michelle, "How did you find him?"

"He adopted me when he got mutated, and chucked into the same holding room as me and Kit, with his fiancé. He's only about 21."

Percy swims over.

"Who are these guys?" he said smiling at me as he stretches his wings. I feel Michelle's emotions, turn from curiosity to shock.

"This is Michelle and Spike. Hey, I forgot to ask last time, but what animal are you guys mutated with?"

"I was mutated with a chameleon," says Spike.

"And I with a turtle," answers Michelle.

"Percy and I were with birds," I say, confused when their emotions are shock and awe.

"What?" I ask, "Why are you shocked?"

"Barely anyone survives avian DNA. It's the biggest killer." answers Michelle, staring at my wings.

"Anyway, lets go back to the bubble," says Spike, "They'll be excited to see you."

So, did you like it? Tell me in a review if you want me to write a sequel when I'm finished. I already have ideas. Please review!