Hello! 'Tis me again, Berrythorn! Sorry for not being able to update, I started school. Meh. Anyways... I don't own Percy JAckson, I half-way own this story with HauntedAngel15, blah-biddty, blah-biddty, blah. Please read, reviewm favorite, whatever you want! Thanks!

Au Revior! ~Berrythorn

Wendy

Elements. All can be explained by simple science, correct? Wrong. My name is Wendy Peters, and all you know is false.

A young girl was walking along the strangest park, if you could call it that, you could ever imagine. It seemed to be divided into four sections, but they were all the same, if that makes sense. The all had the same set up.

In the first section, newly budded flowers grew, the grass was a brilliant green, and small leaves decorated a tree. In the second section, the air was sticky and hot. The grass was slightly scorched, and the leaves were at their biggest. In the third section, the leaves were a mix of red, orange, and yellow. The grass was beginning to brown, and a gentle breeze was flowing. And, finally, in the fourth section, icicles hung from the tree, and snow was falling ever-so softly to the ground. They all represented the four seasons. The girl was in the fall section.

Now, the girl had red ginger hair, pale blue eyes, and freckles all over her skin. She was rather tan for a red-head, but still pale in comparison to others. She was carefully humming a song to herself, holding up a hand to the fluttering leaves in the air. One landed squarely on her head, and she quietly giggled to herself.

A sudden burst of freezing air swirled around the girl, and twirling into a small vortex. When the wind sustained, in its place was a middle-aged woman. This didn't startle the girl at all; in fact, she seemed to recognize the woman.

"Hello Era." She addressed the woman, who must have been Era. "What are you doing here?" She smiled up at her elder.

"Come to collect you, that's what I'm doing." Era said to the girl in a cool tone. The girl's eyes flickered with confusion.

"Does my father wish to see me?" She asked. Era shook her head and answered her question by replying.

"No."

A small frown tried to take over the girl's face, but it was quickly overridden and cast aside. I'm used to this… the girl thought to herself. There is no reason why I should be disappointed.

"But I do have a message for you. It's from… well… it'd be best if I just let you read it…" Era trailed off for a moment, then returned to reality. She reached into a fold of her long, billowing dress and retrieved a small letter. She handed it to the girl with a somewhat sad expression on her face.

"Here it is…"

Era gave the girl a long look, as if she wouldn't lay eyes on her for a long, long time. And then, she raised her hands to the sky, and vanished the same way she came.

The girl looked down at the letter, now in her hands. She sighed, and opened it, knowing it was best not to wait and to go ahead and get it over with. It read:

Dear Wendy Peters,

I am sorry to inform you that the council has once again, declined. I am still trying my best to convince them, seeing that in fact, you are your father's only heir, but they will not open their hearts to the truth. If any further news comes, I will let you know at once.

Until then,

Govad

The girl, whom in the letter was addressed to as Wendy, finished reading and stared down at the paper. Wendy shut her eyes and sank down to the ground. She shouldn't be upset, the answer was always the same. But, it seemed, a small part of her always hoped...

She crumbled up the paper and threw it as hard as she could, but seeing as it was paper, it didn't go very far.

"You shouldn't liter, Wendy." Said a sudden voice from behind her. Wendy jumped up from her position, and spun around.

Behind her stood a boy with red-brown hair, black eyes, and a pale complexion. He was several feet taller than Wendy, along with several years older. Possibly twelve.

"Brian." Wendy said in disgust. "What are you doing here?"

The boy, who Wendy had called Brian, looked at her as if she was the biggest idiot on the face of the planet.

"I live here." He answered. "Duh."

Wendy simply sighed, knowing that it was no use to bicker with Brian.

"And, seeing that I, in fact, do live here, you shouldn't toss waste to the ground as if you don't even care. You know what your father will think if he hears that you've done this."

"My father doesn't care about anything I do, Brian!" Wendy snapped at him. Brian just shot her a look, then walked over and picked up the now crumbled letter.

"Let's see what was so unimportant, Wendy just threw it to the air!" Brian said in a mocking tone.

But Wendy didn't care of his teasing, she cared about him reading the letter. If he reads that, he'll never leave me be! She thought, and lunged for the paper.

"Ha! So now it's important, eh?"

"Give it back, Brian!"

"Never!"

An unexpected burst of wind suddenly tore the two children apart, and a new man stood between them.

Wendy's eyes went wide, and Brain's jaw hung open.

"F-father!" Wendy stammered. "S-sir!" Brian said in a similar manner.

So this man was Wendy's father... Aeolus, Keeper of the Winds.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Aeolus yelled. "I expect better of you two." He turned to Brian. "And especially of you, Brian. When I assigned you to watch Wendy, I meant watch. Not harass. "

Brian hung his head and looked at the ground. Now Aeolus turned to Wendy.

"And you. You are nearly ten. I expect you to choice your actions better. Not to bicker with everyone the chance you get! I am very disappointed in you two, do you understand this?"

The children both nodded and said a "Yes sir."

Aeolus looked at Brian and said. "You may go now, Brian. I need to talk to my daughter... alone."

Brian nodded again and hurried off, leaving Wendy and her father alone. Aeolus turned to his daughter, and sighed.

"Brian… he means well… but…" He trailed off and shook his head, but this was only for a moment, because then he turned his attention back towards Wendy.

She grimaced, knowing a scolding was coming along. But instead, he did the total opposite.

"Wendy…I've been thinking, and I've come to a decision. You are no longer safe here. Don't look at me like that, let me finish. Anyway, according to Govad, the council is angered at us for trying to object you as the heir once again...

"They may send forces to attack, Wendy. We need you out of harm's way, because like it or not, they are going to have to one day face the facts. Govad agrees with this on me, and together we have come to a conclusion. We decided to bring you to a safe haven for children similar to you…"

Wendy gaped up at her father, "W-what?" Was her only reply.

"We are sending you to a camp for half-bloods, Wendy. But under one condition, you cannot tell anybody who you really are, understood?" Aeolus said to her.

Wendy nodded, lost for words. I'm… leaving? She thought.

Her father smiled down at her, and reached out a hand to touch her forehead. Wendy slumped backwards to the ground.

"Goodbye, my dearest Wendy, make your mother proud… until we meet again…"

I remained true to my father's words. No one of this place knows who I am, and that it shall remain. For I am Wendy Peters, the heir to Aeolus throne.