Hey guys, in response to eatsleepspellwrite, I just want to say, the sisters will be featured in their own stories, and the beginning of the story is in the past, I just kinda got carried away with the tenses. And the boy will be revealed soon. And sorry, no Percabeth or Percy and Annabeth. Sorry. Whatever, here's the chapter. And sorry for the delay, I had like, ten exams, no joke.

Disclaimer: Oopsies, I forgot it before, but here it is! I do not own Percy Jackson. The only thing I own is Violet. And thanks to pjoroxs for letting me use Jaycee.

Violet's POV

"Grandpa?" I was in shock. What was grandpa doing here? Dionysus smiled wanly at me.

"Hello dear, how's your mother going?" He lazily waved his hand and a coke bottle appeared. I stared at him in shock. How come he had never done that before? Whenever he came to our house, he would literally command us to buy him drinks. Thanks grandpa. You really helped our social and financial status. Still, whatever. I had always thought that mother was strange. Guess he just confirmed that.

"My dear, you must answer my question. How is Evelyn?" The smile on Dionysus' face had disappeared, to be replaced with a frown. "She's…." I trailed away, not knowing how to describe my mum (Australian here :P)nicely. "She's as she always is."

Dionysus smiled. He seemed to realise that I didn't like my mum. "It's ok. I know she's changed." He smiled sadly, and then hardened his voice, "but that doesn't mean that I still approved of her fling with your father. Robert is a much better man, even if he is fully mortal." My head was reeling. Fully mortal? Who the hell used those terms these days? My grandpa had evidently taken one too many knocks to his head. Still, family was family, and I guess I owed him this much. I flung my arms around his neck, and was surprised that he didn't resist. He always does. It's just this thing my mum's side of the family has. Grandp… I mean Dionysus tolerated my mutual feelings for what he deemed a long enough time, then subtly removed himself from my embrace. "Get Jaycee to show you around." He muttered, though I couldn't help but hear a decidedly pleased tone in his voice. A smile crept onto my face, and I let myself be led away by a girl with this really awesome hair that glowed red even though it was brown, eyes that sparkled in the sun, and really, really pale skin.

I kinda stared at her hair while she toured me around the place. She didn't really seem to care. In fact, Jaycee kinda liked it. She was laughing at me for about the sixth time when she suddenly stopped and swore really strongly. Even my elder sister Lana who worked as a bar maid and had around a boyfriend a month would have been impressed. But back to now. She was staring at something around my neck. As I craned my neck and almost twisted it, (hey, you try seeing your own neck), I felt the laughter that had been echoing from the basketball courts dwindle to a halt as everyone stared at me. Slowly, I realised that the choker necklace my dad had left me was pulsing with light.

"OMFG(oh my f** gosh)". Someone around me cursed.
"Get Chiron." Jaycee ordered.

I was going to stop here but I thought I owed you guys a very long chapter.

Violet's POV

Wow. Wow. Wow. CAMP IS AWESOME! The size of my cabin itself is overwhelming. It's like, ten time the size of my caravan. And the walls….OMG. Whoever built this has taste. I plonked myself down onto one of the beds, and spent an eternity looking around. On the other side, someone had stuck up old, black and white photographs of a boy and a girl, smiling at a camera and having a good time. More recent photos of the same two kids, this time in colour, were tacked up next to the other photos. The person had evidently been here quite recently, as the bed was rumpled and, when I felt it, still warm. As I sat there, eyes closed, drinking in the feeling of a home, a door slammed. My eyes flew open. An Emo/Goth looking guy, with a skinny, scrawny build and heavily eyeliner lined eyes, was staring at me, mouth agape. I instantly reached for the glass dagger my father had left me, before I realised that the boy carried a similar looking weapon.

"Wha? Oh, you must be Violet. Jaycee said I would find you here. You caused quite a commotion."
He sat down next to me on the bed and looked around.
"I'm gonna need to fix up the cabin. The walls need fixing up. Oh, I need to install the bathroom…"
What? Install a bathroom? Is he insane? He looks like it. But then, as if to prove me wrong, the guy pressed a button on the wall, and with a grinding sound, the cabin cracked in the middle, and a bathroom came out of the floor. He must have seen my stunned face, because he grinned wryly.
"I had Leo install that for me for when Hazel was here. By the way, the name's Nico. Nico Di Angelo." He extended a hand, and I cautiously shook it.
"Cabin's changed a lot since I built it." He mused.
He built this place!? He must either have deceiving looks, or else he planned the place, while someone else built. That sounds about right. A bell chimed in the distance.
"Awesome!" Nico leapt to his feet.
"Long time since I last had a good meal."
I looked closely at my half-brother. Only now did I realise that I could see his bones in his chest, and that his arms weren't skinny, they were literally skin and bones. His shirt hung off him, and his pants were tied at the waist by something I was betting came from the hem of his shirt.
"Wow man. What's with the hobo look? "
I wasn't joking. I had seen the village pariah, and no, that wasn't us, dress in better fitting clothes than that. And these clothes looked like they had been quite fresh and, well, EXPENSIVE looking once. Whatever he had done to them, if his aim had been to look homeless, he had succeeded. Still, a meal was a meal, and I wasn't going to miss one for my life. I hopped off the bed and joined him.

Waddaya guys think? And I updated this story by adding three chapters at once. :P Also, I need characters. *cries* feel free to offer any OCs.