Key points:

Marinette is now Percy's little twin sister (same father).

Sally dies at the Minotaur.

Marinette has powers but they're like... Really weak.

Like the most she can do is control the air molecules because of the water in them.

Which isn't actually that weak but she can't really choke anyone.

More like... make it hard for them to breathe and enough to help her aim and tell her where someones moving (really useful during capture the flag).

After TLT Percy decides that the gods can go screw themselves and hell if Marinette gets hurt one more time.

Since Marinette isn't that well with swords, she teaches herself to use knives and daggers and other sharp throwing things.

Percy self teaches himself to use his powers more and how his sword works. He figured out he could control people's blood and create storms and earthquakes.

After Thalia's tree gets poisoned, the twins convince Grover and Annabeth to join them. It was actually more like 'if you help us, we'll cure Thalia. And hey who knows? Maybe you'll figure some things out' and Annabeth and Grover agreed but after a few weeks in the twins company, they understood.

Annabeth saw what the gods caused to her family and how messed up they actually are. She became obsessed with trying to see what else she missed. Marinette teaches her how to use her knife more efficiently and vice versa.

Grover was outraged when he saw the disregard the gods gave the wild. He figured out that different tunes could lead to a vine squeezing the life out of someone.

And the quartet saved Thalia. And it was only a few words until she was joining them too, learning the different types of voltage. Which ones could harm and which ones could kill.

Nico was a nice surprise. Running from a hellhound with his sister dying as his backstory? Not to mention his aura was absolutely sinful.

Along the way, they saved Leo from the streets, stumbling upon them with a half crazed look on his face, fire lighting up his hands.

Piper was next, running away from home, away from her fathers' neglect. Her voice left many in a daze.

And then they met Jason. A boy who was fighting a squadron of dracanae from Luke's army. Knocked out, they discussed what to do to him. In the end, they decided to keep him. And Jason could not have been happier. He learned so many more addicting things than how to swordfight.

Hazel was found by Nico though he never told anyone how except Marinette and Percy.

Frank was found fending off feral wolves. An absolute beast just waiting to be unleashed.

After Kronos found a foot hold in the war, the demigods left for Paris.

Thanks to Annabeths smarts and tutoring they're all in the same grade. And they are terrifying.

Key Points end here.

Wow. That could have been a whole chapter. But you know, we need to get on with the actual story which is probably less than the backstory honestly...

STORY TIME!

Everyone worth their salt had heard of them. A large group of transfers in the middle of their schooling? Gossip material for miles. Rumour has it that some of them don't even speak French! No one exactly knew for sure, but that theory and the theory that it wasn't their native language were some of the top ones circulating the school.

Of course, it wasn't exactly easy to get near them. The whole group screamed an off putting aura that awarded off anyone who dared get closer. It wasn't their clothing though. Most of them wore natural colours like blue, green, orange, even pink! No, it was the look in their eyes and the firm expressions that gave off warnings.

Naturally, everyone stood away from them. But wasn't it unfortunate that one blogger was new to the school that year.


Alya huffed as she checked her phone for the time. It was nearly class time and she still hadn't located her first class. Giving a low groan, she resigned herself to asking for help. Looking around, she spotted a group of kids hanging near the stairs. Alya picked up her place, lightly jogging towards the group before hesitating. Something felt wrong.

Shaking her head, Alya convinced herself that she was being paranoid. Tapping one of the girls shoulder, she couldn't help but notice how the entire courtyard quieted down. She cleared her throat. "Excuse me could you please show me where this classroom is?"

Alya awkwardly showed the blunette her schedule. "Please," she shyly added on. Normally, Alya was usually loud and bold, but something about this group's aura threw her off. The girl's blue eyes seemed to appraise her, as if judging how much she could get at the market for a medium sized high school blogger. She smirked after a moment and tilted her head.

"Of course, I can," she quietly said. "The question is: will you allow yourself to owe a favour?"

Alya blinked, aware of the baited breath of the crowd. One of the boys - a small Latino - cleared his throat, attracting attention, and glared at everyone. Suddenly, everyone in the area seemed rather busy with their own things. But the thinly veiled fear and apprehension as still there. Alya bit the inside of her cheek, feeling very alone at the moment.

"Lu-lu-like what kind of favour?" Alya stammered.

The girl pursed her lips, leveling a slightly disappointed gaze towards her. "I'm sorry, I do not appreciate when people stutter. If you can, may you please repeat your statement?"

Alya felt embarrassed. "Like what kind of favour?" She repeated.

She risked a glance at the others and found that the others in the group were barely paying attention. One of them were playing a gain on their phone and others were conversing. Alya wasn't naive enough to think they weren't at least listening in though.

The girl smirked. "Oh relax, little fox. I won't make you kill someone. No, it's just if I or someone I hold in good light gets lost then you'll help find the way. Deal?"

The blogger wondered if she should just cut her losses and find her way herself. But the bell was about to ring in a few minutes and there were hundreds of doors she hadn't checked yet - she didn't even know which hallway it was! Alya made a sound in the back of her throat.

Alya outstretched her hand in agreement. The blunette shoved her hand out instead of taking Alya's. Alya knew that if she didn't do it soon, then she would be late. And she doubted this particular group would care if they were late or not.

She shook her hand.

And the bell rang.


This little fox was very amusing, Marinette decided. She huffed the entire time to the classroom, especially when she saw that they were all heading to the same place. Of course, Annabeth and Leo split off to their advanced classes, but the majority of the group stuck together.

Opening the door, Marinette let the little fox in first, then went in, leaving her family to keep the door open themselves. The teacher, Ms Bustier, looked up from her attendance sheet, opening her mouth no doubt to tell them off when she caught sight of who exactly she was about to tell off. "Ah, well, choose an empty seat, everyone."

The demigods headed for the back, where most of the empty tables lay. Piper stopped by Ivan and whispered, "Ivan. Move to the front row next to the new student." Ivan nodded hurriedly and moved his stuff, making his way over to Alya, where she nodded and smiled at him. He hesitantly smiled back before staring straight ahead, ignoring the teens who're making themselves comfortable in the back.

Marinette smiled from where she was situated next to Percy. This year was going to be interesting, she could tell.


In Alya's defense, she didn't do it on purpose. In fact, she didn't even know what it is! But it must have been something since everyone in the class didn't meet her eyes. Everyone seemed skittish, fearful even, of the group Alya came with. And, by association, Alya!

"Hey," she whispered to the person next to her. The large boy flickered his gaze towards her, then hurriedly returned it towards the board, despite the lack of words marking it. Alya narrowed her eyes. "Hey," she pressed.

"Excuse me, since there is a conversation going on, let's wait until they're finished."

Alya flushed and looked down. Ms. Bustier hummed and restarted the lecture. "As I was saying, the era of fairytales is widely acknowledged as the late..."

Alya huffed quietly and set her head on the table. She resigned herself to the next ten minutes of no talking. Maybe when the bell rings, she could corner another student?

She was humming to herself distractedly when the bell rang and everyone started to put away their books. Standing up quickly, Alya jogged towards the door, pausing once out of the classroom. Looking left and right, she spotted one of her classmates, a blond, walking with another student. Jogging closer, she grabbed the blond by the arm.

"Hey, what's everyone's problem? You guys are acting like I'm an evil overlord." Alya questioned. The blond looked away awkwardly, while his friend scoffed.

"Like you don't know," he scoffed.

"Actually, I don't! Quite the opposite, in fact!"

The blond glanced to the side. "The group you were with," he explained with a low tone. "They're bad news. I'm Adrien, by the way. That's Nino."

Alya nodded distractedly. So, she somehow made a bargain to a teenage mafia. Great. "Well, could you-"

"Hey! New girl, over here. Please."


Marinette ignored the amused looks her family gave her as she called out the little fox. The politeness was not what she usually used unless the person was going to be someone of interest. In her family, politeness was something used for either flattery, mandatory, or mockingly. Sometimes all at once.

The little fox squared her shoulders and refused to turn around to face Marinette. She pursed her lips. That simply mustn't do. The little sentence hasn't caught attention yet. It would be even worse if it did. Alya's companions were nervously watching them-though, Marinette noted, Adrien seemed more confident and Nino seemed to be a bit more resentful.

She tugged on Percy's shirt. "I'm gonna hang out with our resident mikrí alepoú."

He kissed the top of her head. "You die and I'll laugh."

They all knew it was a lie. If Marientte or anyone else died there would be a tsunami of death following it. She smiled. "Love ya, too."

She got up and walked to the trio frozen near the steps. The new girl still hadn't turned around, though she was quite tensed, Marinette was pleased to note. Her companions wouldn't be a problem. Nino was a DJ, or aspired to be. Not without talent, but could learn more. Adrien had a job at the moment, all the money going to his trust fund for now, working as a model for his father. His father has connections, better watch out for him.

"Hello y'all," she drawled.

Mikrí alepoú turned to face her and huffed a bit before responding. "Hello."

"You don't seem very happy to see me."

Mikrí alepoú whipped around. "Who would've guessed!" she spat then proceeded to storm out the front doors.

The boys next to Marinette were dead silent as she raised in eyebrow at the doors. In the inside she was beaming. Oh yes, she thought happily, this year will be very interesting indeed.

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