DISCLAIMER: *reads off notecard* All rights go to Rick Riordan and... wait who's Rickella?!

Denim Silena Jackson is just a regular legacy... right? No, she's the daughter of Percy and Annabeth Jackson. People expect her to be the greatest known to demigod kind. Whether or not Denim can live up to that... She's trying. Really hard. Her eye color doesn't make her someone, but that's what people think. ...Maybe, she's wrong about her fatal flaw. Maybe... she's wrong about everything.

A/N: I know, I know, a)weird names, b)the oldest idea ever! BUT, I have an idea for a plot! SPOILER: I may cause many tears with a planned death. So, if you don't like that, please don't continue to read this! They are all legacies and all have powers from the most famous demigods. Other demigods are included, too. I won't give you their (the next gen's) features, etc., but just their names!

Denim Silena Jackson (named after Silena Beauregard) Bianca Zoe Jackson (Bianca di Angelo and Zoe Nightshade) Magnus Charles Jackson (Magnus Chase and Charles Beckendorf)

Aaron Tristan Grace (Tristan McLean) Asteroid Thalia Grace (Thalia Grace)

Sammy Reyna Zhang (Sammy Valdez and Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano) Jade Dakota Zhang (Dakota, son of Bacchus)

Jack Connor Valdez (Connor Stoll) Ethan Travis Valdez (Travis Stoll) Hana Esperanza Valdez (esperanza Valdez)

Please take a moment of silence to remember the eight (Silena, Bianca, Zoe, Magnus, Beckendorf, Sammy, Dakota, (what? He's currently dead in my story)and Esperanza) fallen they are named after.

To PercabEmily7, for sticking with me and my stories. Always the first to check out my stories, and faithfully reviewing to let me know what she thinks. Luv u.

I paced the floor, waiting for Dad to come home. He was going to take me to the movies. He promised. And Dad never breaks a promise. Not to me, Bianca, Magnus, or Mom. His family is the most important thing in the world to him, and that means promises, a stronghold, and lots of blue cookies. What can I say? I'm the daughter of Percy Jackson, most famous demigod of all time.

My name is Denim Silena Jackson, and I plan to live up to my father's last name, at least. Silena Beauregard died a hero. If I die young, it's going to be doing something for the greater good.

I am a demigod. I'm the daughter of the most famous demigods of all time. Perseus Daniel Jackson and Annabeth Elizabeth Chase-Jackson. Being their daughter, people expect you to be the best. They expect my brother, Magnus, to be an amazing sword fighter, they expect Bianca, my little sister, to be more clever than Athena herself. People judge my siblings by their eyes. Magnus's are the color of the sea, Bianca's are the storm, my eyes are the storm and the sea. I am the mediator. The in between. The middle child. Green and grey eyes.

They expect me to be the most powerful and famous demigod of all time. I'm only 12. Why do they expect so much from me? Dad was the power, but Mom knew how to use his power rationally. Perhaps they think I have my father's power, and my mother's brains.

"Denim." Bianca's quiet voice brings me back to reality. "I can't read this. Can you help me try to make it out?" She rubbed her temples, like she was having a headache. Which she probably was, Bianca wasn't as dyslexic as me and Magnus, but she still had trouble if she read for over an hour. After an hour, the words "begin to swim violently and I can't make a single letter out." is how she describes it. She thinks the more she reads, the less dyslexic she will come, but even Kelp Face, Magnus, can see that it will never work.

"Okay." I went over to Bianca and peeked over her shoulder. "Spray… white… men?" the words swam in different directions, going all over.

Bianca stared at it more intently. "I think it says…. Ugh!" she shut the book with a loud BANG! "I can't even read!"

I glanced at my watch. Holy schist. Bianca had been reading for three hours. Dad was nearly late. "Bianca. You've been reading for three hours." I told her quietly. She stood up abruptly, sending her chair crashing down.

"Three… Hours…." I couldn't make it past ten minutes…. I thought with a pang of jealousy. I shoved it away. Right now, I had to be a big sister. Support and praise was what Bianca needed right now.

"Yeah!" I began brightly, getting down on my knees so I was more level with her. "You're amazing, Bianca. You made it so far! You read how many pages?" I asked, trying to sound more interested than I really was. Someday, Bianca wouldn't need me. Right now, I had to be everything she needed because Dad was always at Camp, Mom was always teaching at New Rome, and Magnus was always out with his friends. I didn't have many friends except for Aaron. Aaron Tristan Grace was two years older than me. I thought he was kind of cute, but he was very firm on "just friends". Which was a bit annoying, because I was allowed to have a crush on him, wasn't I?

Paying attention to Bianca again. She sifted through the book. "One hundred seventy-six pages." Her stormy gaze let the sunshine through. "Over one hundred!" she breathed.

"Awesome!" I gave her a big hug and picked her up, swinging her around. "You're so amazing, Owl Brain!" I whispered in her ear. A giggle escaped her lips. When she'd been born and first opened her eyes, I'd thought she was an owl. Or so my parents tell me. I'd said "owl!" and then hidden my face in Dad's chest. So the name Owl Brain stuck. The door suddenly opened. Bianca fell from my grip with a THUMP. Magnus walked in… with a girl?

He looked at me. "Oh, Denim, Bianca, I'm sure you know Brittany? She's my girlfriend. She's a daughter of-"

"That's nice Magnus." My voice came out more harshly than I meant it to. "I know. She's a daughter of Aphrodite. We've known each other for, what, five years?" I plastered a smile on my face. Magnus was too dense to see through the fake smile. Gods, I can see why Bianca calls him Kelp Head.

"Yeah, babe, we're already besties!" Her needy voice echoed in my ears. We. Besties. Brittany Picket was the shallowest girl I'd ever seen crawl the earth. Meaning all over Gaea's face (hahahahahahahahahahahaha). At one time in my life, I'd thought stereotypes weren't true, that's just who you were, but now I see that stereotypes are typically true. The only people I'd ever deny the dumb blonde stereotype were Mom and Bianca. Brittany was a carrot stick. She had a fake tan. There's a fine line between tan and looking like you just rolled around in a bag of Doritos. She had long blonde hair. I often saw little brown strands fall through, confirming that she dyed her hair. Sometimes she would flick her gaze somewhere, so fast, that the blue eye contacts didn't move, revealing hazel eyes. I think, if she would break out of the shallow shell, every girl has one, she'd be an amazing person. She'd be drop dead gorgeous.

A car pulled up in the driveway. I said a quick thanks to the gods for his perfect timing. "Anyway, great seeing you, Brittany!" I ran out the door.

"Bye, hon!" I heard Brittany's voice come out through the door. Bianca'd be fine-she didn't know Brittany or know why I hated her.

"Hi, Dad!" I leapt into the front seat. He gave me a lopsided grin. I had the had the same one dimpled grin as him. I was honestly more like my Dad in all things.

"Hey, Denim." I buckled the seat belt and Dad started the car.

I thought about Brittany. One of these days I had to tell Magnus what a two faced jerk she was….

I ran forwards.

"Brit!" I shouted. Brittany glared at me instead of grinning. I figured she was just angry. "Hey, what's up?" Mom had finally let me come to get ice cream with Brittany, my best friend.

"I don't know. What about what you said about me yesterday?" she gave me a snooty look.

"What?" I was shocked. Jacob. I thought immediately. Jacob was always ruining everything. He hated me with his guts. I don't know why. I think his mom was Clarisse Rodriguez. Clarisse didn't like my parents much. Therefore Jacob would hate me.

"You called me shallow, conceited, stupid, ugly, and attention-seeking!" Her face was drawn in anger, but her eyes portrayed deepest betrayal. "I can't believe you. You are the shallow, conceited, stupid, ugly, and attention-seeking one! I'm not your friend any more." She had left the ice cream shop. I didn't make friends with any one. That was my fatal flaw-I was too loyal. So I didn't make friends with people.

Brittany Picket had left me friendless at age eight. Aaron Grace had been there. Had shyly bought me ice cream. Had said we could be friends. We made a pact: We're not letting go. We have had so many arguments. Yet he's still my only friend. My only love interest. My saving grace.

And Aaron Tristan McLean always would be.

If you guys want, I can move around views. Tell me which one you would like next:Denim or someone else. Someone else: Aaron or Bianca? Aaron is more like Piper, and Bianca is like Annabeth, although shy. Any ideas, constructive criticism, or hate private messages are welcome! Luv u all!-Livvi