Hello everyone! This particular story is kind of a Teaser Trailer to my upcoming series about Percy and Annabeth's oldest child. It doesn't really have anything to with the plot of the actual story, but I figured this would be a pretty fun thing to write. Please, let me know what you think! I'm especially curious to know how you like the narration style. I tried something a little different for Percy and Annabeth's narrative voice. Do you like it? Hate it? Let me know! I really am very curious, and I want to refine her voice as much as possible before I release the actual story. Anyway, enjoy the story, and DFTBA!

Summary: Look, I hadn't exactly meant for us to get attacked, honest. Unfortunately, it comes with the territory of being descended from the Greek gods. Sorry, sorry, you're probably wondering who I am. My name is Elizabeth Jackson.

Rating: T for minor swearing + some violence

Main Characters: OCs

Spoilers: May contain minor spoilers for the entire PJO and HOO series.

Disclaimer: I am not the individual known as Rick Riordan

My Best Friend and I Get Attacked by a Psycho Nun

Look, I hadn't exactly meant for us to get attacked, honest. Unfortunately, it comes with the territory of being descended from the Greek gods. Sorry, sorry, you're probably wondering who I am. My name is Elizabeth Jackson. I'm twelve years old (though I'll be thirteen in three days) and I go to Goode Junior High.

Anyway, my best friend, Sierra Grace, and I were trying to enjoy the first nice Saturday in April when it happened. We were down in Central Park, skate boarding. (Well, I was. Sierra was trying and failing miserably.) My curly black hair was tucked into my Red Sox baseball cap (Gasp! The daughter of Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase is a Red Sox fan?! I know, I'm a rebel like that) and my unzipped hoodie rustled in the wind.

"Come on Sierra, keep up," I called over my shoulder. Sierra was skating along in an uneven s-pattern, a look of concentration and consternation on her face. She was the older by fifteen minutes of the Grace twins. Because of her Aphrodite ancestry, she was absolutely knock-dead gorgeous (my younger brother lost all sense of the English language whenever she was around) with her perpetually tan skin, chocolate colored hair, and sky blue eyes. Some people might look at a beautiful girl and think that she was dumb or weak or both (such a sexist attitude, and to think that we live in the 21st century), but that definitely didn't describe Sierra. She was a total badass, and if you tried to mess with her or if you treated her like a ditz you could expect a face full of lightning courtesy of her grandfather Zeus. Jupiter. Whichever.

"I'm trying, Elizabeth," Sierra called back at me. "This is way harder than you make it look!"

I rolled my eyes. I came to a stop and popped the board into my hands, going to a bench to sit and wait for Sierra to catch up. When she did finally catch up, she tried to pop her board, too, but she just ended up falling flat on her ass. I laughed.

"Shut up," Sierra grumbled. "This is hard."

"Skateboarding? But skateboarding is easy!"

"For you, maybe," she retorted. "You've been skating since the day you were born."

"Well that's just ridiculous," I joked. "I couldn't even stand the day I was born. If Dad had tried to teach me how to skate then, he probably would've been arrested by CPS."

"Oh shut up!" Sierra said again, hauling herself to her feet and sitting next to me on the bench. She rolled her eyes at me (my ability to annoy people is one of my best skills). "Gods, this happens every time you try to teach me something. Remember when you tried to teach me how to play basketball?"

"Basketball is easy," I rebutted. "I honestly don't know why you couldn't get the hang of it."

Sierra scoffed. "Speak for yourself. I couldn't make a basket to save my life."

"Your hand-eye coordination is pretty shitty," I responded. Sierra punched me in the shoulder playfully.

"Watch it Jackson," she said. "I could still take you any day of the week."

We both laughed and lapsed into silence, taking in the nice spring air. After weeks of constant rain following a miserable winter, having the sun around for once was kind of nice. I sighed. I wished it could always be like this. But alas, it could not. "Are you sure I can't change your mind?" I asked Sierra quietly.

She smiled sadly. "I'm sure. After school ends, I'm off to Camp Jupiter. I just feel like I'll fit better there than I will at Camp Half-Blood." This summer would be the first summer we'd be able to go to one of the camps that our parents had told us so much about. It was amazing to finally have the chance to go to Camp, but unfortunately, it also meant saying goodbye to Sierra. Okay, so technically I could go to Camp Jupiter, but just as Camp Half-Blood wasn't a good fit for Sierra, I felt like Camp Jupiter wouldn't be a good fit for me.

"But I'll be at Camp Half-Blood," I said, half joking. "Doesn't that make it worth it?"

Sierra laughed (we did that a lot). "Almost, but not quite. Besides, it's not like we'll never see each other again. The camps visit each other."

"I know," I sighed. "But at the end of every summer, I'll come home, go back to school, and you… won't. Who am I supposed to hang out with during the school year?"

"Augustus?" Sierra suggested (no, not the emperor; Augustus was Sierra's twin brother).

"Gods shoot me now," I said. Gus (I called him that because it got on his nerves) and I didn't always get along very well.

Sierra chuckled. "What about your mortal friends?"

I shrugged. "They're cool and all, but you know…"

"It's not the same," Sierra finished. "Yeah, I understand."

I felt a little guilty about being so upset about this. I mean, this was Sierra's choice, and I should've been happy for her. She was going off to begin having amazing adventures of her own this summer, same as me. "I'm sorry I keep bringing this up. You're my best friend; I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you, too," Sierra said, hugging me (well as best she could sitting next to me on the bench). "But come on, enough of this for now." She stood up. "It appears that I still don't know how to skate. Care to continue my instruction, master?"

I snorted. "Alright, young padawan, we shall continue your instruction." I stood up, too and placed my board on the ground. That's when we were interrupted by a voice calling, "Excuse me?"

Now, in retrospect, we probably should have just left, but that's not what we ended up doing. We turned towards the voice and found a nun walking towards us. She was pretty, I guess, in a regal way (though with the black dress she wore it was kinda hard to tell). Her eyes sparkled a beautiful shade of gold. Only Aunt Hazel and her kids had eyes quite that color. In her arms she was carrying two clipboards. "Children, could you spare a moment to fill out a survey?"

Sierra and I glanced at each other and shrugged. "Sure, why not?" I said. Now I know what you're thinking, Elizabeth, you can't just do something like that! You're a demigod! Well two things to that. I'm technically not a demigod, I'm a legacy. And second, she was a nun. What harm could she do?

"This is merely a survey from my sisters and I at the convent," the nun said, handing us the clipboards. "Answer the questions to the best of your ability."

Sierra and I took seats at the bench again and looked at the clipboards, pulling the pens from the tops of the boards. Some of the questions were typical survey questions (name, age, sex, ethnicity, etc.) But some of them were quite strange. They weren't like any survey I'd ever filled out. Rather than open ended questions about services or opinions, this survey was multiple choice questions about the weirdest things like Who was the 35th president of the United States? (John F. Kennedy)and Solve for x: x2+ 2x +1 (x = -1). What kind of survey was this? This was like a state test (not that any of these were particularly difficult questions). But I did as the nun asked. I answered the questions and handed the clipboard back to her. She looked over the form approvingly, nodding at me. Sierra, however, was taking longer to finish her "survey," her eyebrows knit together, but she, too, handed the survey back to the nun after a few minutes. When the nun looked over Sierra's survey, she frowned, clearly unhappy. "I'm sorry my dear," the nun said, "but I'm afraid you got some of these wrong."

"Oh, um, I'm sorry?" Sierra said, clearly confused about why this was so bad. "What does that mean?"

Now the nun grinned viciously, and all of my warning signals started blaring in my head. "Well, dear, it means that I get to eat you. So sorry." The nun started to transform, bending over onto all fours. Her dress transformed into fur. Then a tail sprouted from her rear. Her teeth turned into fangs and her pupils became slits, but otherwise her face stayed the same.

"Pluto's Pauldrons!" Sierra exclaimed. "She's a Sphinx!" We dove in opposite directions as she swiped at us with her sharp claws, actually cleaving the bench in two. Sierra swung her skateboard (MY skateboard that I'd lent her, mind) down at the Sphinx's head. The board split in two and the Sphinx roared.

"Hey!" I yelled in protest.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Sierra spat back sarcastically as the Sphinx turned on her. "Would you rather I die? Would you mind helping me?" The crazy psycho nun did seem to be focusing on Sierra exclusively. Maybe because she'd gotten some wrong and I hadn't.

I found a large-ish stone on the ground and hit the Sphinx with it (okay, look, not my first choice for a weapon, but I'd left my knife at home). The Sphinx grunted in pain and half turned towards me, which freed Sierra up to plant a kick in the beast's belly. I jumped up and kicked off her back, making the monster fall to the ground. I tossed my skateboard on the ground. "Hop on!" I barked to Sierra. She shot me a dubious look but hopped on the board behind me. We sped up, the Sphinx chasing us, but somehow we managed to pull ahead and started to put some considerable distance between us and the Sphinx. I thought we were about to get away when –

"AHHHHHHH!" We skidded to a stop. Behind us, a Sphinx was tearing up the path and was swiping at some mortals. I don't know what they saw through the Mist (maybe she was still a nun to them, swinging her fists around and singing the Doxology), but they were in trouble. No doubt this was a move to very intentionally get our attention. And it had definitely worked.

"Di immortals," I swore. "Well this sucks. You didn't happen to bring any weapons with you, did you?"

"Oh yeah, let me just pull out my spear," Sierra said. "No, of course I didn't bring any weapons with me. What about you? You've got a knife, don't you? Unlike me, you actually have an easily concealed weapon. Why didn't you bring that?"

"I didn't think I'd need it! Look, we need to stop bickering. There are mortals in trouble. We need a plan… Think you can blast our friend over there with lightning?"

"Maybe," Sierra responded. "But I'll need something metal to direct the blast with."

I nodded. "Okay, go find something. I'll distract her."

"Good luck," Sierra said, holding out her hand.

I grasped it. "Thanks. Find something quick, I don't know how long I'll be able to distract her."

I hopped back on the skateboard and headed back towards the monster. The thing about distracting monsters was to talk. Talk long enough and hope that something good will happen. Sounds dumb, but works every time. So far. The one time it doesn't work, I suppose I'll die. But for now…

"Hey ugly!" I yelled. "Leave those mortals alone!"

The Sphinx wheeled on me, an ugly look on her face. "Girl, I have no quarrel with you. All I want is your friend. You answered all of my riddles correctly."

Riddles? Riddles? "RIDDLES? Those were not riddles. Those were trivia questions. No, you know what, those were worse than trivia questions. Those were the most asinine questions that I've ever been forced to stoop to answer."

"Impertinence!" the Sphinx screamed, but I was on a roll. And angry.

"You insult me by calling those riddles. No descendent of Athena should have to stoop to such ridicule." The Sphinx howled at me and pounced. I rolled to the side and whirled around, facing her again.

"Hey, lady!" Sierra's voice called. The Sphinx and I turned. My best friend was holding a metal pole of some kind (a lacrosse stick?). "You're a terrible nun!" Sierra let loose a guteral scream and a blast of lightning shot down from the sky, arced along the metal, and blasted the Sphinx to dust. Low thunder rumbled across the sky, and just like that, it was over.

"You're a terrible nun?" I said incredulously. "That was your battle cry? You're a terrible nun? A two year old could think of more intimidating things to say."

"Oh, shut up," Sierra said walking towards me. "I save your ass, and this is the thanks I get?"

"When you use a stupid battle cry? Yeah, I think that my response is plenty appropriate. Where'd you find that anyway?" I asked, indicating the now-blackened metal pole in her hands.

"Oh," Sierra said, glancing at it. "This? Used to be a lacrosse stick." (called it!) "Some kid dropped it during the commotion with the psycho nun. Speaking of which," she added, "we should get going. Luckily, everyone had run off before I blasted the Sphinx with lightning, but I'm sure the commotion is going to attract the authorities, and I don't particularly fancy charmspeaking us out of trouble. Again."

"Then let's go to the skate shop!"

"Why?" Sierra asked.

"Because you broke one of my boards," I explained. "I believe that means you owe me a new one."