Hey folks! Welcome to my new story about my favorite book of all time: Percy Jackson and the Olympians. In this twisted story, (post Giant war), Percy is reunited with his long lost sister, Ellie Jackson, and meets her two demigod friends Arcemeda and Gwendolyn, also known as Arcy and Gwen. Within their first few weeks at camp, the three demigods are sent out on a quest to retrieve Odysseus's compass, a device that can find anything. Can these three girls survive their new lives as demigods? Or will they be destroyed by a mysterious new foe? Read, comment, review! I don't own Percy Jackson

Prologue

(Ellie's POV)

I kept running as fast as I could, not daring to turn around to see the extent of the trouble I was in. They were definitely after me, the police, but I could always slip away. There may not have been in water in, but if I could just make it to the river, I would be home free. Suddenly I heard barking.

"Dogs, oh joy," I thought to myself. I could easily outrun a donut muncher and then some, but outrunning hounds was a different playing field.

Not realizing it, they backed me into an alley.

Dead end. No I was in for it.

I got out my bronze sword, Monsoon, and got ready to make a last stand, sorta like a hero would. Course, I was no hero. The gleam of the sword was the last thing I remember seeing. I felt a pinch, then nothing.

Ch 1: 3 Weird Orphans

(Gwen's POV)

My alarm clock that morning was the subtle jolt of Ellie jumping from the bottom bunk and hit her head with a defining Thwack, indicating she'd had a memory dream- again.

"Another dream?" I groaned, not being much of a morning person.

"Yeah," She replied wearily.

"Lemme guess: getting busted by the cops, or running away from the sociopath with a murder record that adopted you?"

"The first one,"

"You really need to seek professional help," Arcameda, our other roommate, remarked in a sleepy tone. None of us were really morning people.

"Yeah, I don't think the bed can take anymore of your, er, dream leaps," I added.

"Tomorrow we go to the psyche," Arcameda offered. "Maybe you could get help then," I snorted at the two.

"Talk to a psychologist? That's bonkers! They'll just have them shove pills down your throat. Or worse: you'll get sent to the loony bin," Ellie pondered this for a second.

"She ain't wrong,"

"Please watch your grammar," Arcy, as we called her, groaned. We both laughed.

"What ever you say grammar geek!"

Ellie, Arcy, and I all live in what's call "Miami's Children's home." Otherwise known as an orphanage or is you don't like to sugar coat stuff, the place where they dumped the unloved kids. We'd all met here 3 years ago and over time got to know each other. We were a team, in other words. And we all had a hell of a backstory, leading to how we stumbled into this butthole of a "Children's Home."

First, there was Ellie. Boy that girl spent half her life running. After her mom died in a freak accident, she lived out on the streets, stealing what she needed to survive. Although the borderline Kelptomonia did n managed to snag herself a bronze sword she named Monsoon. Life was pretty epic after her mom was killed. At least until the cops caught her stealing her next meal , cornered her in an alley, and sent her to several foster homes. Though she was a good chick when ya got to know her, she always got stuck with sociopaths and every time Ellie ran off, she was to blame. Eventually, a child therapist recommended a more stable environment for one of Ellie's spirit. AKA, the home.

It was the same recommendation I got. See, my mom kicked me to the curb while I was still a baby. I'll probably never know why, but I was sent from foster home to foster home for years. Although I didn't run away like my sea-foam green eyed friend, I liked to have fun. But every family I was with complained I was "too much trouble" and soon, I found myself unpacking my things at the home with a suspicious raven haired girl watching my every move.

Finally there was Arcy. Her story was short but ugly: he dad was a drunkard and used her as a human punching bag. One day, a neighbor heard the ruckus and she'd been at the orphanage ever since.

"But I seriously doubt it Gwen," Ellie replied, looking up at me as I hung over her bed from the top bunk.

"They hardly ever send kids to he ward- not unless they attack someone or something,"

"We're looking at friend," Arcy put in, still half asleep.

Ellie snickered

"Hey!" I defended myself. "Ronnie deserved that!"

"Taking your cat hat doesn't deserve a fork in the arm," Ellie informed me.

"We all have our opinions," I snorted.

"Yes, and yours is wrong," Ellie snickered.