A/N hopefully it comes out good! And by the way It's kinda like a crossover just because it has very basic elements from the nightworld like Maya and that stuff! XD Disclaimer: I'm not Rick Riordan, sadly! Why can't i not be. Well mostly because i'm not a middle aged male livng in NYC making stories about gods. Well at least I'm human and I live in NYC. Well I simply CANNOT be because life is tough then you die. Oh well, hope you like my fic.(atleast I own that) btw this is very breif I'm not done with the first Cappie(*mishcievious grin*)

Chapter One

If you are reading this because you think being a demigod is cool. Or because you think you are a hero. Return this diary of events back to the shelf you picked it up from, or close the website you saw it from, cause trust me being a demigod is not all it's cracked up to be. Going from a simply and calm life to one filled with death all around you. I mean come on everyday you wake up knowing that a monster is waiting AND looking for you. Knowing that a lot of people want you dead for just being you. They want to feel your blood on thier tounge. They want to feel your bones snap under their weight as they tear you limb from limb. But if you simply want to read it because you simply do, then look no ferther. This is the unfortunate events that happened when I was dicovered.

It all started on the day of the winter soltice, December 21, 1992 the day I was born. I was due March 20. But stupid me wanted to come out later well who cares, I know you don't. Well I was born of two very important people who I will name later if I do now it will ruin the story.

So, it all REALLY started the day of June 20, 2010:

I heard a knock on the door. This isn't good. I was having a theraputic swimming session and someone has the nerve to nock on the door. Oh well it's probably Percy or Grover. My two only friends from my new (it's not so new since I've been their since September). Googe school, the weirdest school EVER! Well not the weirdest. I have been to different schools. Cross countries. From California to Wasington to Nevadah to Texas Lousisiana, more specifly New Orleans I went to the creepest school that the natives said was haunted and it really was!) from Florida to New York. I quickly chang from the black two peice I was wearing (WHAT I HAVE A SWIMMER'S BOD LET ME LIVE A LITTLE!) and sliped on shorts and an oversized tee I tied at the waist in case it was Percy, I've developed a crush on him, even though he has a girlfriend, becaus ehe was the kindest person I met in Googe and the first who talked to me. I walk swiftly to the door and open it. To my pleasure it IS Percy.

"Hey,"I say using the sweetest most innocent voice I can muster up.

"Hey," he said,"we need to talk like now." I can tell he was in a rush. Like if dear life depended on it. Well boy did it!

"Come in. What is it?" I looked at his beautiful deep green eyes. I grabed my mane of long hip length black hair and twirled the straight end around my right index finger. He looked nervouisly at the window across the door. I look up the stairs to the right of the front door that lead upstairs, Don't worry, I told myself, I'll get back to the water soon enough. It was hard to resist the call the water made to my soul, but it's PERSEUS JACKSON STANDING IN FRONT OF ME, things like this don't happen very often, so of course the water can wait! I walk to the long couch positioned right in front of the window facing the door. I pat the seat to my left signifying that he should follow. And he does.

"You. Are. In. Danger." he said his voice trailing off. All of a sudden he throws himselfto me, like literally, with such force that he knocks me out of my seat onto the floor in and on top of me in just enough time to save me from the sharp arrow that peirced the window shaddered the glass and stuck to the front door. It was angled so perfectly, if Percy hadn't thrown himself that damn arrow would've pierced my skull right in the middle.

I look at Percy on top of me. He crawls off and helps me up. I walk over to the door and hear shuffling of feet and objects behind me. I asses the damage done. Not to bad but mom and dad will freak. My mom and dad are foster parents they aren't really but they are really close to me. My mom is really my aunt she's my mom's sister. I walk over to the bathroom to the left of the door."Wait, where are you going, Selene?"I heard Percy's voice call. I look at the full mirror in the bathroom. I'm not a beauty, but some have told me. I look at my porcelan skin that many have told me makes me look like an american girl,
but what that really translate into for me is: WELL, GIRL YOU NEEEDDD A TANNN! AND FFASSTT!I look at my gray eyes, nothing compared to Percy's girl's eyes. Beautifully gray like marble, but the pretty kind, hers are. Mine are a glob of ugly clound that fell out of the sky. Well I couldn't really tell. For every time I look into the mirror I see a different colour. Well, at least that is what I see now. My tall height most tell me statuesque, graceful, and sports illustrated type even. But that doseen't fool me. Sure I might not have a blob of fat hanging over my pants, actually on the contrary, and I may be C-cup but people these days, real people, look for more then that in a person. Now you might say I have low self esteem. And it's true. But my observation is also true. People have come up to Percy, Grover, and I and asked Percy and I if we were related! I swear I thought I was ugly. And now people where telling me that I looked like a guy. My aunt told me, as if she coulde read minds (I wonder why? SARCASTICLY) that it was beacuse we both have pale skin we are both becoming and at that moment I had green eyes.

I walk at of the bathroom to see he has a huge camping bag set and ready as if I were going camping for seven monthes."What is that for?"

"We gotta go."

"What do ya mean GO?"

"I mean we gotta GO. Throw on a jaket, leave your iPhone here, throw on shoes, grab the keys to your mom's honda and come with me."He grabs a coat and throws it in my direction. I grab the knee high combat boots that was just to my right. He grabed my wrist and started to run as a volley of arrows srang from the di-glassifyed window almost nailing me in the heart. He pulled me as he raan don the stairs and I ran,stumbled more like it, after him.