Sara's POV

I stood down in the kitchen as tears dripped from my eyes. It had been years since I last cried. Every time I did, Dave would punish me. He didn't want to see my tears. He said my sobbing was annoying, and he forbid it. Every time I cried, I was punished.

I looked towards the door that led to Dave's room. I shivered as I got closer. I remembered how he whipped me with that belt when I got too close one day. I was never allowed in Dave's room. I slowly pushed the door open before peering inside.

It looked like a normal boys room. Clothes all over the floor, along with beer bottles and porno magazines. I paused when I saw the bed. I remembered all the times he forced himself on me on that bed. I shuddered as I walked by.

I had come in here for a reason.

Years ago, Dave had taken something of mine. Something my father had given me. It was a simple silver necklace with a star shaped pendant on it. It was my treasure, the only thing I had from my father.

I crept over to the desk before looking through it. I felt like a thief even though I was taking back what was stolen from me. I frowned when I found a bit of money in one of the drawers. What had Dave been doing? I ignored the cash and continued searching. I paused at a locked drawer. I pried it open with a crowbar that I found in the room. What a crowbar was doing in his room, I didn't know, nor did I probably want to know. I smiled when I saw the necklace. I took it and clasped it around my neck. I could feel my father's presence all around me. I also found a bag full of what looked like gold coins? I took one out and looked at it confused. What the hell were these things? Though I did have a Greek god and his family as cats in my room. Perhaps they would know what these were? I shrugged and took the bag.

There was also something else at the bottom of the drawer, it was a dagger, a silver dagger. I reached out my hand and touched it. It felt familiar somehow, like it was important. I grasped the dagger and pulled it out of its sheath. There was writing along the length of the dagger. Σαρα κόρη του Χάους μισή αρχέγονη από σφαίρες. I frowned when the words re-arranged themselves in a sort of readable English. Sara, daughter of Chaos half-primordial of realms. Sara. That was my name. Was this mine? Where had Dave gotten this? I froze when I heard a roar from outside. What the hell was that?!

Hermes POV

What do you mean someone helped you?

I sighed.

Chaos. Chaos saved me. There was a shocked silence before my father spoke.

Why?

Because she asked him to. I paused letting them taken in that that girl did in fact save my life.

She... she has the power to sway Chaos's hand? Came the shocked replay of my sister Athena. I glanced at her multi colored kitty form. I would be shocked too if I didn't know the reason either.

Yes... because...

Because? Everyone was listening. I was worried for her. My father could be rash. Very rash. Though I supposed that since he was a kitten and Chaos was her father, there wasn't much to worry about, at least I hoped.

Because she's his daughter. There was another shocked silence. Before my father spoke again. His voice was hard.

Primordial?

Half. She was a demigod. I paused surprised now that I thought about it. I assumed she had never been to camp, but how had she survived the monsters? She must have smelled even stronger than the scent of the big three children. How had she survived? Before I or anyone could announced our thoughts there was a load roar of a monster coming somewhere outside the house.

I shot up from the bed, only to land back on my knees, panting. Damn it, I was so weak right now! I needed Nectar or Ambrosia, and we didn't have any. I growled as I forced myself to my feet. I had to hold onto the bed to keep myself stable.

Brother! You can't fight that! Not in your state! I glanced at Apollo who looked worried. They all did. You can barely stand!

A loud crash sounded from downstairs before another roar and the loud running of feet. Sara came running into the room. She closed the door, before bolting it and placing something heavy in front of the door. I knew that wouldn't hold.

"Did you see what it was." I asked, trying to stay calm. She glanced at him, absolute terror ran through her eyes before she nodded. There was a creek and some growling. "What is it?" I asked urgently.

"l-lion w-with -"

"Scorpions' tail?" I asked, watching her confirm it with a nod. Damn it. A Manticore. Something we really didn't need. Before any more could be said there was a very familiar chuckle.

"Come out, come out wherever you are." Came the voice of her husband Dave.

Sara's POV

"Come out, come out wherever you are." Came Dave's voice. I froze. He was supposed to be gone! Hermes sent him away didn't he? I looked at Hermes. His face looked frozen, but it was like he was trying to figure something out.

"How long have you lived with Dave?" He asked suddenly. Eyeing me strangely.

"F-five years." I said, the panic of a monster attack the house was wearing off. Was he trying to say that Dave was that monster?

"Why would he let you live for so long?" He muttered to himself under his breath. If Dave was this monster, I had no idea why.

There was an insane chuckle from outside the door that froze my thoughts.

"My, my. Trying to hide again, Sara dear. What have I said about hiding?" Dave's voice said before he put some weight on the door, the wood creaked. The kitten Greek gods moved away from the door. The wooden door splintered from the force. A huge claw like paw appeared. It was pushing on the door, before it disappeared and a human like face appeared, except it had huge fangs. I froze at Dave's deformed face.

"Hmm? What's this?" He chuckled. He seemed to recognize Hermes. "Messenger god." His smirk widened. He looked around the room to see the other kittens. "You use to be a kitten, I suppose, those are your family?" It asked. Hermes growled, stepping forward, holding out his staff threateningly. He didn't stagger like I expected, I knew he was pretty weak, I could feel it. Dave smiled. A shiver ran down my spine.

"I've never eaten a god before." I hesitated for a moment before I pulled out the silver dagger. Everyone looked at me as they heard the blade removed from the sheath. "Where did you get that?!" He hissed, furious. The blade seemed like it was glowing. For some reason, I felt like this dagger would save our lives. Dave's face backed away from the door. His eyes flashed dangerously. "You can't stay in there forever." He growled before he walked away. I blinked what had just happened?

Hermes POV

I blinked at Sara in surprise. Where had she gotten that sword? It was made of Celestial Silver by the looks of it. She was also wearing a silver necklace. I wobbled on my feet a bit as the adrenaline wore off. I was forced to sit on the bed. I growled at myself. I was so weak! I placed Martha and George on the bed next to me. Sara placed the sword back into its sheath before sitting down on the desk chair. She was pale and shaking. Apollo mewed at her worried.

"Sara, where did you get that sword?" I wondered. She looked at me, unseeing for a moment before responding.

"I found them in Dave's room." She touched the pendant around her neck. "He took this necklace from me a while ago, I went to get it back. I found this... sword in there with it." She frowned. "I only took it because it has my name on it." She muttered.

"Can I see it?" I asked, curious. She nodded and handed me the sword. It hummed with power. Interesting. It was defiantly Celestial Silver, but there was more to this sword than just that. I pulled the blade out of its sheath and looked along the blade. There was Ancient Greek written down it. My eyes widened, she had a domain? But she was a demigod. She shouldn't... only gods had domains. I didn't understand.

I frowned and put the sword back in its sheath. The domain didn't matter right now. Right now, I had to get her and my family out of here. I was way too weak to fight something like this. I probably couldn't even stand up to a Demigod in this state. I glanced at Sara. She sat on the desk chair trembling. What could we do? Sara wasn't a warrior. The way she handled the blade earlier suggested that she never had before.

Before anything else happened, the house shook, causing everyone to glance at the ceiling. What was that?

So. This is the first story I have posted. Three chapters in one go because I had three chapters. Well... I had a twelve page story and split it into three chapters, but whatever. I would love criticism on the story so I can make it better!