PJO (Earlier this Year/Late 2013)

Hidden Daughter

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Prologue

(Un)Happy Reunions?

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Annabeth's POV

Hades' Throne Room, Underworld.

I cannot tell you how strange it felt to walk into the Throne Room of the Underworld. On one hand I was terrified at why I was here and here itself, on the other hand I was looking at the architecture and comparing it to Olympus. I must give Hades his due, he did a brilliant job of recreating Olympus. Even if it was differing in color it was still impressive.

Then I looked at Hades himself, like last time when I saw him on the Winter Solstice, he is around twelve feet tall and dressed in black silk robes and a crown of braided gold. His skin was albino white, He lounged on his throne of fused human bones, looking lithe, graceful, and dangerous as a panther. His aura wasn't like this on the Solstice, but I guess in his home he doesn't have to let himself appear weaker than his younger (and insecure) brother.

I notice that he's starring at Percy Jackson like he was surprised or shocked, surely he knew that Percy would come to the Underworld for his mother. Right? I sneak a look at Percy, he's very short around 4'5" with effeminate features, his raven black hair is rather long and straight and his sea-… wait, why are his eyes Onyx now? And why is he pale, I thought he had a tan?

Hades suddenly bursts from his Throne, shrinks down to a mortal size and… Grabs Percy in a Hug? My mind goes blank and I just stand there staring. I must look like a total idiot but considering I'm watching one of the Big Three embrace another's son like they were their long lost child is enough to make anyone's mind short circuit.

Then Hades delivers the knockout blow.

"Daphne, where have you been? Your mother and I were so worried?" Yep, that's it. My mind's going bye-bye.

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Percy/Daphne's POV

My dad had just hugged me and asked me where I'd been, but what really got my attention (and my dad's) was the loud THUMP. We turn to face the direction the sound came from to find Annabeth unconscious on the ground. I turn back to my dad and say "You managed to break her mind dad. Cousin Athena won't like that!"

My dad chuckles nervously, I don't know why the rest of the world is so scared of him, he's a big softie for me… Then again I am his youngest daughter, so that might be why.

Maybe I should explain everything, since I'm sure you're wondering what's going on, Simply put my name's Daphne, I'm the goddess daughter of Hades and Persephone and I decided to run away from home, disguise myself as the Son of Poseidon and live the life of a Demi-god.

But I bet you want to hear the whole story, it started about a year ago…

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Chapter 1

I Run Away from Safety and Comfort for Danger and Excitement…

Then I Vaporize my Pre-Algebra Teacher (On Purpose)

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About a Year Ago

Hi, like I said before my name's Daphne, no I'm not the Daphne from the myth. But anyways, I was born around twenty to twenty two years ago, but I look (and act) twelve, probably because I am a goddess. Now you might ask what my Domains are, but I don't know. You see a God or Goddess has to earn their domains, there's no free ride even for Gods. But I can say that I'm ninety-nine percent sure one of my Domains (a minor one that I'm only just stronger then a Demigod in) is the Underworld. Considering my father that's not a surprise, after all he is the God of the Underworld.

Although to be fair I'm also sure I have Springtime as a minor Domain as well thanks to my mom. I think because of that I hated my early life, you see I hated being stuck in the Underworld, even if it was to keep Zeus (the almighty Drama Queen) from finding out I existed. I mean surely he wouldn't notice me if I stayed on the other side of the country from Olympus… would he? Wait, he doesn't discriminate when he goes out man-whoring. So I guess he could run into me while he was on the lookout for a cheap date or with a mortal. But then I'd have blackmail on him, it's so unfair.

But anyway, aside from the gods of the Underworld, only two other's knew about me. My uncle Poseidon and my aunt Hestia. Aunty Hestia found out through the Hearth, apparently it informs her whenever a God or Demigod is born. Thankfully Aunt Hera doesn't know about that, if she did I wouldn't be able to blackmail Uncle Zeus with knowledge of his infidelity(ies) making its way to Aunt Hera.

Uncle Poseidon found out I existed when I was wondering around the underworld close to the River Styx and he came across it having business with my dad. He was nice, he gave me a blessing and promised on the Styx to my dad that he wouldn't tell the (in his words) 'Bolt Boy' about my existence, I wonder why my father gave him such a glare for that. He gives me such nice presents on every birthday.

But even though I loved haunting around with Melinoe and helping Charon move the spirits of the dead. I wanted to leave, I wanted to feel sunlight on my face. So I found the little crevice in the Underworld that was the Door of Orpheus, playing a little flute my uncle had given me for my birthday. I snuck out into Central Park. Right into my Uncle Poseidon.

He'd been amused by my little escapade (although now I think of it he probably had an ulterior motive) and had brought me to one of his former lovers. Whose name was Sally Jackson, she was the nicest lady I ever met. She was a writer who'd written several awesome fantasy novels that I just loved (What? Even in the Underworld we still get books) I agreed to pretend to be her son by Poseidon and she agreed to be my fake mother.

Although I hated it I had to cut my hair, which probably brings me to the point where I tell you what I look like. I'm only 4'5" a midget (for my age) and my skin alternates between tan and pale white (depending on the season and location, so it doesn't look that strange) My hair is (or used to be) long enough to touch my butt, now it's in a short 'pixie' cut (at least that's what Sally called it) My eyes are Onyx black (although when I'm near plants they tend to be golden or green) but I'm hiding them behind the mist to make them look like they are Sea-Green.

In order to fit in Sally had me enroll in school, it turned out the school I was enrolled in was a boarding school named Yancy Academy, I was cool with that, that way no monster would turn up at Sally's house looking for Goddess ala carte.

I met a nice friend there, his name was Grover, Grover Underwood. I knew immediately upon seeing him that he was a Satyr, a sort of scout for the Gods that find their Demigod children and takes them to Camp Half-Blood (Which I'll talk about later), but I decided to play dumb, although I must admit I loved making small comments that lead him to believe I knew about the mythological, right before yanking the carpet out from under him with a deadpan statement about it just being a story or a dream. His face was so adorable the way it would shift between hope that I knew about the mythological world and despair that I didn't… My Gods, I really am my sadist of a Father's daughter! Oh well… I have better things to worry about.

Then my Latin teacher, an interesting man by the name of Madrius Redorius, he almost entirely ignored the Greek side of it and focused on the Roman. Considering he was Roman (a descendent of Apollo I think) it wasn't surprising, was replaced by a man in a wheelchair named Mr. Brunner. I wonder if I should call Chiron out on his disguise, but since he went to all the trouble to make said disguise, I decided not to.

That brings me to the final mythological being hiding in the school (other than myself of course) My Algebra teacher decided to go funny in the head (although now that I think about it, she was kinda funny in the head to begin with…) and she was replaced by 'Mrs. Dodds' who was in fact the Fury Alecto (Luckily age had caught up with her and she didn't notice me!) as a joke I mentioned to Grover that she was 'Hell spawn' (Yes the Hypocrisy/Irony of me saying that didn't escape me) and he looked at me with absolute seriousness and said "You're absolutely Right" I'm swear that I'm gonna sucker punch whoever is in charge of training these Satyrs, they're absolute crap.

So the merry three had an absolute ball (Read: Miserable year of torment and suffering) as I rained merry Tartarus down upon them, pranking, alluding and outright stating things that should have screamed that I knew about the mythological world and when questioned acting dumb as a two by four (or cousin Apollo). Eventually the fun had to end and that brings me to the last field trip I ever had at Yancy.

It was a field trip to a museum.

Gods I know what you're thinking, absolute torture.

Considering it was a Yancy field trip you aren't wrong, but mister Brunner was leading it. So the old war horse ought to have some good stories to tell. I liked his class, but probably confused the hell out of him as I was always the best in class, yet no monsters had come after my 'Demi-divine' ass (Nothing strong enough to do so had come within range). Then again he didn't know that I was actually a god, so I guess it was a fair point.

Without even looking I used my book (Pre-Algebra of course) to redirect a chuck of peanut butter and ketchup sandwich back at the little pig… I mean charming… I mean… ah screw it, back at the red-haired bitch that sent it towards Grover. I'd warned her not to start this crap again. Guess I'll have to 're-educate' her in what is acceptable and what isn't. But in the meantime I turn around and give her my so-called 'Sadist Stare™' that only a God or Goddess of the Underworld can do correctly.

The bitch, Nancy Bobofit, immediately paled and slammed her fat ass down on the bus seat so fast I'm surprised that she didn't break a bone. Ah… sweet justice.

Soon we were at the museum, it was kinda awesome I must admit, all those interesting Roman and Greek artifacts (I ignored everything else, after all I am biased).

Not long after we entered the Greek section of the museum, Chiron took us to a Stele and started to tell us about it. I must admit, the name on the side is kind of familiar, I wonder if I ever met the girl it belonged to… probably, the Underworld is a big place… that's reeeaaaaallllly over-crowded.

My father's rants on how much money it's costing him to keep the Underworld running and how big it is getting aside.

I soon heard Nancy Bobofit snickering about the naked man on the side of the Stele (Adonis, if I'm not mistaken) and getting irritated I turned around and told her to "Shut up, freckle face,"

Chiron managed to hear me… somehow, I can't imagine how he heard me when the museum attendant on the other side of the room managed to… so I can't play innocent, so sue me.

"Mr. Jackson, did you have anything you would like to say?" Chiron chided.

I nodded "Yep, Nancy is being a loud mouth and I told her to shut her pie hole or else," Never let it be said that I bow to anyone's authority… except for my mom, she scares the hell out of me.

Chiron gaped for a second before he shook off his shock and said "Well then Mr. Jackson, would you like to tell us what this picture represents?" Chiron gestured to a picture of… oh come on, at least make it interesting.

I groaned mentally before saying aloud "That's a picture of the Titan King Kronos eating his children,"

Chiron raised an eyebrow in surprise, Was it really shocking I knew something that basic about Greek mythology? Chiron then said "Very good Mr. Jackson, now would you like to tell me why he did so?"

I smiled widely "Yep, he was given a prophecy by his mother Gaea, the Primordial Goddess of the Earth, that one of his children would rise up and overthrow him like he did his own father Ouranos, the Primordial God of the Sky, so he ate his children. From the Eldest Hestia to his youngest daughter Hera, but Rhea angry and upset at her husbands actions gave him a rock instead of his youngest son Zeus, although I have to ask how dumb was Kronos to fall for that?" Was it my imagination that I heard six people laughing their asses off?

"And Zeus was raised in a secret location where he was hung between Earth and Sky to prevent Kronos finding him. Once he grew up he managed to trick his father into drinking a mixture of mustard and wine that made him vomit up his elder siblings… although I must say, those poor Gods and Goddesses. I hope at least one of them tried to hug Zeus while still covered in vomit," I had to stop here when the entire class (including Alecto and Chiron) started laughing or gagging at the mental image. I can't help but hear a slight crackle in the air surrounded by the sounds of five people laughing, nope not my imagination after all the Gods (at least the Eldest Six) are listening in. Looks like I hit the nail dead on the head… crap, Zeus might come after me for that.

Oh well, worth it.

Not long afterward Chiron had us break for lunch, he said it was for us to clear our minds and get ready for the next part of the trip, the fact he was still snickering from earlier kinda ruined it though.