Florida's Most Wanted Demigods
Six years ago...

Aria
Aria hated the dress.

Sure, she had been counting the days before her family's trip to Disney World. She loved Disney films such as Pochahontas, Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, and Frozen, and she loved the music even more. What she had been dreading though was her stepmother treating her like a Barbie, dressing her in the Disney Princess outfits and taking her to all the girly stores.

After a half hour of going through the different princess outfits, her stepmother had finally decided to dress her up in an Elsa dress, wig and all. After that, her stepmother made her pose with each of the actors dressed like the Disney Princesses which took another hour since they had to track down each of the princesses and get five pictures with each one. By the time they were done, Aria was hot, tired, and sore.

"Dolores," Aria asked sitting down on a bench, exhausted from the last round of pictures with Merida, "Can I-"
Dolores, her stepmother shot her a look, "How many times do we have to go over this…."
Aria sighed, "Mother, can I go do something with Dad now? He said that he'd be waiting for me at Cinderlla's Castle." Ever since her father and Dolores had started gotten engaged, she had forced Aria to start calling her 'mother' and 'mom'. Honestly, Aria would settle for 'hag'.

"Well…" Dolores turned her attention to the map in her hands, "We could still make it to the next showing of the Frozen Spectacular show if we were to…" she looked up to see that Aria was no longer on the bench only to see a pint-sized Elsa wobbling through the crowd as fast as possible.

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Finding her father wasn't hard, all she had to do was to start singing, 'Hakuna Matata' from Lion King. Before she could even reach the chorus, she was able to hear her father's voice coming back to her from across the crowd and she headed straight to him.
Giving her a hug as soon as she reached him, he gave her a once over, "Dolores decided to play 'dress-up doll' again…when will she get it that you don't watch the movies for the princess?" He pulled the wig off and tossed it into a nearby waste bin, "So, how about we go on some real rides?"

Several thrill rides and two abandoned heels later, Aria and her father were walking down Main Street USA enjoying a cotton candy. The faint music reaching her ears put her at ease and made her forget all about Dolores and the Elsa dress. As they passed by a candy store, Her dad stopped and motioned at something at the base of the building.

"You wonder how they manage to make it smell like fresh candy all the time?" her Father got down and pointed to a panel that had several discreet holes drilled into it, "They pump the scent out from here to make everyone feel happy." This was one of the things that Aria loved about her father, even when he pointed out how how they made illusions are made, they just made the illusion even better. He had already pointed out the fact the second stories of the buildings were shorter than the first floor to make the castle look bigger. One of their favorite games was pointing out and finding all the Hidden Mickies around the park, singing their favorite songs in harmony.

After taking a deep breath of the fake fresh candy aroma, she looked at her father, "Reminds me of Mom."
Her father looked at her as he stood up, "You said that you don't remember your mom…"
Aria shrugged, "Well…it reminds me of what I think Mom would be like, fresh and sweet, like Disney."
Her father gave her a bittersweet smile. He got like this whenever she mentioned what she thought her mother would be like, as if he has happy for her to have these thoughts, but sad that she was no longer with them.

As Aria was about to give her dad a hug, a voice sliced the moment dead, "THERE! THERE THEY ARE! HE'S STEALING MY DAUGHTER!"
Looking up, Aria saw a group of Disney employees jogging towards them, with Dolores in tow, screaming her head off.
She looked at her Dad, "What's going on?" Looking again at the guards, something seemed…off. Their outfits seemed right, but their skin wasn't the right color and she was sure that Disney employees didn't carry large knives at their belts.

Her father said something under his breath and grabbed her hand, "Come on, we have to go."

Before Aria could get off a peep, her father was dragging her through the crowd towards Cinderlla's Castle. Thank goodness she had changed back into her sneakers, otherwise she would've tripped over her own feet several dozen times as she ran with her father. As they ran, she noticed that he had what looked like one of his conductor batons in his other hand, but unlike the typical white plastic ones she was used to, this one gleamed bronze.

When they reached the castle, her father put her into into an alcove as he fumbled for his phone, but dropped it at Aria's feet. Picking it up, she saw that there were over 40 missed messages from Dolores, but there was one from a person she didn't recognize named 'Bleet'. Before she could look any further, her father snatched the phone from her and began going through the messages, his face seeming to sink with each swipe of his finger, "Aria…go through the door and lock them, then go up the steps. You should find yourself in the Cinderella Suite. Don't come down."
Aria tilted her head, "But…what about you? What about Dolores?"
Her father looked her in the eyes, "I thought I could hide you from them, but I was wrong…now they turned Dolores against me. There's going to be someone to take you to a safe place, but until he arrives, stay in that room."
"Dad…"
"GO!" Her father ran to the entrance of the castle, bronze baton in hand, but before she could see anymore, she ran into the door way and locked it.

Trying to fight the tears, she pushed a wooden bar across the door and ran up the spiral steps. What did her father mean, 'I thought I could hide you'? Was he really not her daughter? That couldn't be right…she was the daughter of an orchestra conductor. What wasn't her father telling her?
When she reached the pair of doors at the top of the stairwell, she tried the handle and pushed the doors in. Inside she felt like she had stepped into an actual castle, with decorative mosaics showing the story of Cinderella, highly detailed wood working..and two boys her age sitting on the couch in a nearby room. One looked like he had just stepped off the street while the other had a face full of paint. The latter one smiled and waved to her. Standing next to them was a stout crossing guard holding a Stop sign in one hand and a phone in the other.

"About time girl," the Crossing guard said, "Starting to think your dad never checked his phone." He looked over to the boys, "You, new kid, make the clock strike midnight."

The street boy tilted his head in confusion, "Why can't we just leave through the front door?"

Aria shook her head, "No, there are...things out there." She tried to fight back her fear, "They're chasing my dad..."

The crossing guard grumbled under his breath, "I wouldn't have drug your keisters up here if there wasn't away out. Now go to that grandfather clock and make it strike midnight." He jerked his thumb at an antique grandfather clock that was stuck at 11:59.

Shrugging, the street boy got up and walked over to the clock and pushed the minute hand right a bit. As soon as it hit 12:00, the clock made a loud click and swung in, revealing a silver elevator.

Colored boy looked at it, "I'm guessing that's more of those secret Disney Tunnels from earlier?"

The crossing guard nodded, "Yeah, now get in. I'll explain on our way to camp."

Aria tilted her head, "Camp?"

"Yeah," the crossing guard ushered the boys in looking back at her, "We need to talk about your parents."

Well...that was longer than I wanted. I took a wild stab in the dark about Cinderella's Suite since I couldn't find a good tour online of it.

Remember, Disney Publishing and Rick Riordan owns the terms, but the OCs are my own.