Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or The Heroes of Olympus.

Author's Note: Hey guys! This story follows canon until Percy jumps off the Princess Andromeda and Beckendorf dies in the explosion in The Last Olympian - except for the fact that Percy's a girl (fem!Percy). I'm not sure about pairings yet, but I'm open to suggestions (although I'm already leaning towards fem!PercyxKronos). This will probably be the shortest chapter since it's more of a prologue than anything, although the next two chapters will be short as well! After that, the length will increase. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

Percy POV

Persephone Jackson ran through the forest, leaping over small bushes. She glanced down at her bleeding side. Dark liquid was gushing out, despite the pressure she was putting on it with her hand. The demigoddess pressed down harder, gritting her teeth and ignoring the pain radiating from the wound.

She continued to run, occasionally glancing over her shoulder. The hellhounds and dracaenae she was running from were gaining on her, she realized. Terror and adrenaline ran through Percy's body, pushing her to keep running, despite the blood loss.

The girl suddenly tripped over a rock and fell head first into a clearing. She tried to scramble back up, but something - a hellhound - pounced on her from behind, raking deep gouges down her back.

Percy screamed in pain. The weight lifted and she took the chance to sit up, only to find herself surrounded by the monsters that had been trying to kill her for hours.

"Not ssso ssstrong without your friendsss, are you, daughter of Possseidon?" hissed a dracaena.

The others laughed, closing in on their prey.

"I'm no daughter of Poseidon!" shouted Percy angrily, forcing herself up. She pushed down the pain with skill that could only come from being a demigod who was constantly hunted by monsters. She pulled Riptide out of her pocket and uncapped it.

The monsters looked taken aback for a moment, before one shrugged. "It matters not. Today, we shall feast on demigod flesh!"

With that, the dracaenae and hellhounds, all leapt at the half-mortal.

Percy ducked, making a few monsters kill each other. Golden dust rained down on her.

The demigoddess smirked at the small victory, and then beheaded a distracted dracaena with an easy swipe of her sword. The girl became a whirlwind of destruction, slicing and blocking, disintegrating monsters left and right. She paid no heed to the injuries being dealt to her, knowing that if she stopped for even a moment, she would die.

Finally, Percy plunged her sword through the chest of the last dracaena still standing.

The demigoddess sighed in relief even as her legs gave out from under her. Percy collapsed onto her hands and knees, panting heavily. She took a moment to take stock of her wounds. In addition to her side wound, Percy had cuts all over. A few were shallow scratches, but most were deep gashes. The gouges on her back were bleeding heavily. A hellhound had bit her left arm, practically tearing it off at the shoulder, before she'd killed it. A couple of her ribs were broken.

All in all, Percy knew she didn't look good. She knew her clothes and skin were smeared with blood and gold dust. Her hair and face were most likely covered in both as well. The demigoddess doubted she would last long - she didn't even have nectar and ambrosia. Normally, in such a situation, Percy would pray to the gods, but even that wasn't an option in this case. They had betrayed her, as had all her friends. She didn't even know what her own mother thought of her - Poseidon had told her his side of the story. On the other hand, she did know what her father thought of her. He thought she was a traitor - a worse-than-useless daughter.

All the gods and demigods of Camp Half-Blood thought she had fallen in love with Luke and was spying for him.

'What a joke,' thought Percy, bitterly. 'My teammate dies on a mission, and suddenly, I'm a good-for-nothing traitor. I get that Beckendorf's death was hard on everybody, but they didn't have to turn on me! I did nothing wrong. In fact, I tried to save his life! How could they just betray me like that? The gods had me banished from camp, and flashed me into the middle of some forest. At the very least, they could have flashed me somewhere safe! But no-'

Percy cut her thoughts off. It wasn't a good idea to think like that, she knew. It wouldn't help her in the long run. It would just make her bitter and hopeless. And no matter what happened, she had to remember the promise she made to Hestia, the only person - mortal or immortal - who still believed she was innocent. She had to keep sight of hope. She could never give up.

And because of that promise, Percy forced herself back to her feet. She took a few staggering steps forward, and leaned against a tree. Percy rested for a moment, leaning her forehead against a tree. She was getting dizzy from the blood loss. She'd die soon, she knew, if she didn't get help.

Percy growled. She needed to get to civilization. Maybe a doctor could help her.

Percy pushed herself off the tree, stumbling forward. The demigoddess trailed her hand along the tree trunks, using them to balance her and help support her weight. She took frequent rest stops, battling the blackness that was seeping into her vision with every step.

If Percy fell unconscious, she wouldn't wake up again. Instead, she'd find herself in the Underworld. And knowing Hades, he'd try to get her into the Fields of Punishment. She definitely wouldn't get into Elysium, let alone have a shot at the Isles of the Blest.

She refused to be miserable for as long as her spirit survived, so she kept moving, taking small steps forward.

One of those steps led to her tripping over a small bush. Percy fell, letting out a small scream as her wounds protested in agony. The demigoddess lay on the ground for a moment before trying to push herself back up.

She didn't make it.

Before she even managed to get into a sitting position, the blackness that had slowly been encroaching on her vision, took over.

The last thing Percy saw, before succumbing to unconsciousness was a pair of concerned golden eyes.

A/N: One thing you should know: I will try to update once a week, but there is no guarantee since this is my second priority story. (My first priority is The Sea's Battle, which I totally suggest you read!)

Anyways, please let me know what you thought through reviews!