KIERA
"So, where 'ya from, Mila?" I asked. It seemed like a good way to start. "My family's been in a couple different places, but the farthest back I know of was twelve generations ago, in Spain." She said. "The story says that my great-great-great-something-something grandfather 'fell in love with the river' and built a house on her banks. It became my family house- the Lopez house- for a decent chunk of time. One day my grandfather fell in love with a UK tourist where they lived in the house 'til my mom was about seven. They moved to America, Washington state to be exact. When my mom was eleven, my grandfather and grandmother divorced. She moved back to England. When my mom was about twenty-seven she had my sister with this dude who turned out to be a real psycho. A couple years later my grandfather died. When my sister was five my mom met... whoever my dad is. Then when I was about five, she had my brother with my step-dad. He was great. He died of lung cancer a year ago. I met Percy and Annabeth a couple months ago, and here I am. What about you?" I blinked trying to soak up the last bit of information. "My family has pretty much always been in Germany, 'til WW1. Then we moved to France. My father grew up there and got a degree in Interior Design. That's when he attracted the attention of my mom, the glorious APHRODITE!" I said, figuring she'd appreciate the sarcasm. Sure enough she giggled. "Anyways," I continued. "When I arrived on my dad's doorstep, He decided to move somewhere a little quieter. That's when we migrated to America. We went to Oklahoma. He married a Native American baker. When I was six my little sister, Cerise, was born. When I was twelve we moved here and I," I gestured around me. "Came here." Mila hit a bullseye. "Nice!" I said.
A little boy came running into the room, a little boy whom I recognized as Dylan West, a seven-year-old, son of Ares who was pretty much obssesed with me. "What is it Dylan?" I asked. "Come look what I made for you!" He exclaimed. I looked at Mila apologetically. She waved me off. "You go. I'll be fine here." She reassured me. I frowned. "Okay." I said as Dylan dragged me off to show me gods-know-what he made me.
A/N: So, there's that. I actually had trouble starting that chapter, like, I had no idea how to word it. Also after my next post or so, I won't be posting for a WHILE. Now this dosn't mean the story is up for grabs literally, but it would be cool how you would interprete the end of the story. PLS don't hate me, BYE!