Heeeey! This is the rewrite previously mentioned, I hope you liked it, and await your thoughts and inputs! I feel like this is a story I could work with and actually build it and not just make it really monotonous.

~Rose

A girl with porcelain skin, silky black hair that fell free, rosy lips and swirling Aegean blue eyes swirling with power and danger walked toward the barrier that protected the inhabitants of camp half-blood from the bloodthirsty nasties that wanted to eat them. She wore skinny black jeans, a black shirt that said 'I have better shit to worry about' and a red-checked shirt with leather sleeves. Her boots were heeled slightly, and concealed a number of knives.

A ferocious roar emerged from the surrounding forest, making her tense and pull out a seemingly innocent ballpoint pen. She stood in a stance, anticipating an attack at any moment. Another roar, and a huge humanoid beast, burst through the forest border and was charging toward her at impossible speeds. The creature was seven feet tall, his arms and legs were like something from the cover of Muscle Man magazine, his skin was vein-webbed. He wore nothing except his tighty-whities, which made her think that he was woken up from sleep to chase her. Poor guy. His top half was of coarse brown hair that started at about his belly button and got thicker as it reached his shoulders. His neck was a mass of muscle and fur leading up to his enormous head, which had a snout as long as her arm, snotty nostrils with a gleaming brass ring, cruel black eyes, and enormous black and white horns with points someone couldn't get from an electric sharpener. Thunder boomed overhead, the seas raged at the danger to their sovereign. A storm was about to hit.

Oh, oblivious readers and innocent people of this story. You have no clue how true that is. For this girl was the Princess of the Seas, Champion of Aphrodite, Firstborn Daughter of Poseidon. Her name was Sophia Jackson.

I dove to the side, narrowly missing the Minotaur's sharp horns and deadly strength. I backed up against an enormous pine tree, the very tree in which the spirit of Thalia Grace resided. "That's all you can do? I thought the great Minotaur would be more of a challenge!" Sophia taunted, smirking when he bellowed with absolute rage.

Yes, rage made people, or in this case ugly human and bull hybrids, super dangerous-but also sloppy. Plus, I had a plan.

It stampeded toward me, filling my nostrils with the smell of acrid and rotten flesh. Seriously. When does this guy take a shower? 12th of never?!

I had planned to dive out of the way once he was close enough, and then stab him with riptide-easy right? WRONG. The Minotaur had lived for many centuries. It should have seen this tactic coming, and it did. It's hands reached out and stopped me from diving out of the way. Time slowed down. Rain poured down in sheets, the sea and sky raged even more. Distantly, I heard a conch shell blow three times. The water filled her with strength and I did the most stupid thing I could have ever done.

I grabbed the Minotaur's horns and pushed.

I caught it in my hands and pushed with godly strength I had no clue where I got from, and took one shaky step forward, just out of reach for the bull-man's meaty hands. I knew if I lost even a teenie tiny bit of concentration, I would be trampled in seconds. So she ignored the panicked shouts she distantly heard through all this blessed rain, I ignored the blonde hair I could make out from my peripherals that was coming toward me, fast. I moved another step, staring into the huffing, puffing, and shocked Minotaur's cruel eyes. I glared and with a burst of unbelievable strength, took another wobbly step. I knew I couldn't hold out anymore, and leaned back as if I were about to give up.

Hook, line and sinker.

He fell for it and rushed forward, and I ducked under him and his beefy hands, bringing up riptide in a deadly and painful upward motion, impaling him where the sun doesn't shine.

With a pained shriek, the Minotaur disintegrated, and I fell to the ground, my hands bleeding and utterly exhausted. Someone skidded next to me, making sure my head didn't hit the stone under me, and peered at me curiously and anxiously.

He had blonde hair that became whitish under the moonlight, concerned blue eyes. In my delirious state, I had assumed that this handsome blonde was someone entirely.

"Legolas?" I murmured before drifting off, puzzling this guy to no end.

Three Years Earlier:

Gabe had drunk a lot today.

I thought, detachedly as I wiped the blood from the lacerations that the broken beer bottle had made. I slowly fished out the tiny glass pieces, trying not to wince. The bruises would be a problem for a few weeks, the lacerations would just add to the battered minefield- my skin. Meh, I was used to pain.

I got up from my secret perch on the roof of our building and climbed back down. Mom would be home soon, and she might suspect something. I tried to put weight on my broken ankle, but spectacularly failed. I was dead on my feet, but I needed to keep going.

That was one of my mottos; Keep going, never give up, always be careful, never tell Mom about Gabe, and Never Cry. It's a bit extreme for a 10 year-old, but it's what I need to do to survive. Our neighborhood was merciless sometimes, sometimes the kindest souls you'll ever meet. We had little money, Mom was almost never home, and I got kicked out of another school yesterday, for being 'disrespectful'. Nobody even remembered that yesterday was my birthday too. Mom had to work again.

I tried. I tried really hard each time. I even got a B+ this time! And the meanies in school always push me around. It hurts where Gabe already hit me. I was just a ten-year old girl with bad grades, ADHD and Dyslexia, a freak, a nobody from a family of nobodies and no money.

Hot tears slipped down my face as I desperately tried not to cry. Gabe hated crying-he would punish me for it. Silent tears turned to hiccups and then full blown sobbing. I couldn't hold it in anymore, and I gave up.

Giving up was always so easy.

I held my bruised and battered body and shuddered and sobbed, curling into myself for comfort. I blindly reached for comfort that my mom would usually give in the solitary and still air, hoping that someone would come and make it all better. I rocked back and forth, clutching myself like a life-line. Because that's the only person I had, the only person who cared about me. Myself.

I heard their whispers. About how they thought I was a freak, a dumb girl who couldn't even read. Maybe they were right. Gabe said so too right? My eyes- 'Natural kohl' lined Mom would say- would glow sometimes, and my fingernails would become sharp claws wherever I was really angry.

I dug my fingernails into the palm of my hands, hoping that the pain would bring me back to reality before I plunged into another panic attack.

No. I will not allow for it. I thought firmly as I brought myself back from the edge of a panic attack again.

"Sophia?" A gentle and deep voice asked, making me whip around and then wince as my wounds flared up in pain again. A tall man with silky black hair, and ocean green eyes like mine was looking at me in concern. In fact, the only difference between the both of our features was my button nose, the one noticeable thing I inherited from Mom. So….is this my Dad? I tilted my head to the side, looking at him suspiciously, and wiping my tears away.

"Yes? Who's asking?" I asked, eyeing him, hands reaching toward the knife I carried even though he looked like my dad. You can never be too careful.

"Um. I am your father." He replied, looking at me hesitantly and awkwardly. I giggled and said-

"Luke, I am your father." I must be even more out of it than I originally thought. I looked at him for a long moment in mistrust, and then the dam broke.

My eyes welled up with tears, and I looked at him with hurt in my eyes.

"I'm so sorry daughter." He whispered, opening his arms. Without another thought, I dived in, feeling my tears soak his shirt. He lifted me up and plopped me in his lap, whispering and rambling nonsense in my ear. I didn't mind. I was glad, delighted, relieved to see him too. Maybe my dad would make everything better, make everything that made me sad go away.

He caressed my hair, blanketing me in an aura of comfort and love I had craved since the beginning. A blue light covered me, healing all of my wrongly fixed bones, bruises and lacerations. I clutched his shirt harder and buried my face in his neck, intending to never let go. I felt tears in my hair and he buried his face into my hair, both of us so extraordinarily glad. I eventually fell into the first dreamless sleep I had in ages, my hand snaked around his neck, head snuggled trustingly in his shoulder. I felt warm all over, even smiled a little in my sleep.

He still had hell to pay.

Poseidon stood still in the middle of the Olympian throne room, eyes far, far away.

He still clutched his daughter close, never intending to let go. Her head was still buried in the little niche between his neck and collarbone, her muscles completely relaxed in his arms, something that made his heart warm. Because he knew that his daughter wasn't the person to trust easily, thanks to the way she was raised.

An uncontrollable fury gripped him for a moment, at-at the thing that abused and verbally berated his daughter mercilessly every single day. How could Sally have married such a thing? He raged at her as well. How could she have been so oblivious and narrow-minded? Recently she had begun drinking as well, neglecting his daughter, because that's exactly what his Sophia needed. Another drunk parent. Where did the woman he loved so dearly go?! It was a raw wound in his heart, knowing he would have to wait ten years. Wait ten years to meet his daughter, to save her from her hell. It tore him apart, knowing he couldn't, even then completely save her from her wretched mortal half, and his family noticed.

He had summoned the Olympian council just moments ago, along with his eldest brother. And no, he did not want to murder his child. The Ancient Laws stated that the firstborn demigod child of the children of Kronos, can be sojourned and visited by his/her godly parent, after the age of 10. He knew his brothers could do nothing to her. She looked extraordinary like their mother after all, and was his first daughter. A daughter Poseidon revered, looking at the lovely, but broken child in his arms. A daughter he would summon every single water droplet from the world to protect. He also hated the fact that she still needed to live in her mortal home, if it can be still called that, and not just whisk her away to Atlantis.

All of them flashed in at once, making him cover Sophia's eyes as she might wake up from the surplus of light. She stirred minutely, which made him rock her gently. This was not something he would want his daughter to witness.

"Brother? Who is that?" Hestia asked, looking at his daughter and himself curiously.

"My firstborn daughter." He replied, looking straight at Zeus.

Their reactions were immediate. Ranging from disbelief to shock to slight anger and fondness. He turned her head ever so slowly, presenting to the children of Kronos and Rhea how she looked like the clone of their long-lost mother. He heard sharp intakes of breath and looked at them seeing a strange mixture of devotion, confusion and hurt. For a moment he showed his siblings his true emotions, ones he had shut off for a long time from the world.

The younger Olympians were ignored.

Demeter was the first one to get down from her throne, first to approach him and his little daughter, but soon was followed by his siblings.
"Father? What are you doing? You must destroy the sea spawn!" He distantly heard Athena exclaim, making him shake in anger. He was surprised to see his siblings also glaring at her, promising pain.

She promptly shut up. Oh thank heavens, at long last-Peace from idiocy.

"Look through her memories." He gruffly said, looking at them sorrowfully. They saw her memories, the years of abuse she went through the hands of her step-father and partly her mother's and let their domains loose. He too finally let free his rage and sorrow on the earth, authorizing the sea to annihilate.

Hestia-as always- was the first to calm down and put a comforting hand on mine and Hades-who were closest to her. I took a deep breath and composed myself, reminding myself that Sophia was asleep in my arms.

I caressed her hair lovingly, and looked up to see Hera's outstretched arms. She was looking at me, pleading silently to let her hold my little girl. Poseidon tried not to pout-and failed, judging by the amusement that glittered in her eyes- but he was reluctant to give her to someone else. He didn't want her to wake up in an unfamiliar environment with a complete stranger holding her, and tried to communicate this to his sister with his eyes. At her relentlessness, he ever so tenderly transferred his daughter to his sister, who held her lovingly.

Aphrodite came down from her throne, her eyes shining with power from the love in the room, Poseidon guessed, and kissed his little one's forehead-causing a pink glow to engulf her.

I inclined my head in respect to the eldest Olympian born from Ouranos, knowing that my daughter would have love's favour in her endeavours. His daughter stirred slightly once more, but this time Hera swayed from side to side, lulling Sophia back to blessed sleep.

I looked at my siblings, and a silent understanding passed through them. They would protect my child with all of their strength, nurture her and heal her.

Sooooooo? Tell me what you think, no hurtful flames please-it would be pointedly ignored-just politely point out the mistake and I'll correct it. I really wanted this fic to be more than what the Sea's Daughter was, and this one has even more potential for character development-in my opinion. I will include adorable and important snippets from her past, so you can learn about it and simultaneously continue on with the present. Also, I apologize if it was confusing, please tell me how I should correct it.

Review, and I hope you liked it.

UPDATE: I'm sorry it's taking so long, I have a huge amount of school work, and I can only find 15-20 mins of my day to actually write… I'll definitely update on Monday, and again, I'm really sorry!

~Rose.