A/N: Heyy! OMG so guess what? People actually read my story! Ahh! Ok, so now that I'm happy, I guess I should tell you that I am partially OCD, so I only type my stories after I write them; therefore, I beg you to be PATIENT!

Also, Its 1AM, I have a chocolate pudding, a Dr. Pepper, and am tryin desperately not to wake up my parents and older sister and avoiding the other sister who's in the shower! FUN!

Disclaimer: No dispongo de Percy Jackson. Aunque quiero que hice...

Mori's POV:

How could Chase ask me something like that? You'd think after all the times he saw me with Aunt Dina, he'd get the hint. But, no! He's too stupid to do that!

I continue down the street, leaving the others to catch up later.

I still have one memory of my mom burned into my brain: the last time I saw her alive.

*Flashback:

As usual, mom was drunk, leaving me to make dinner for myself and two half-brothers; Erik and Brian. They're twin seven year olds.

We were all three used to her being drunk; but this time she had apparently had one too many this time. As we sat there, eating PB&J's, mom burst through the door and shoved me out of my chair. "You ungrateful child!" She had spat at me.

She ate the remainder of my dinner and then started to beat and slap me. Erik and Brian were both cowering together in the corner.

After about an hour of abuse, she left. While driving drunk, she got herself killed and left another half-dead.

After that, Aunt Dina took us in. I was twelve when mom dies, last year.

*end of Flashback

I feel a hand on my shoulder and look up to see Chase. After a few silent steps, he speaks: "When I was nine, my dad died in a car accident. I lived with my uncle for a year before I ditched. Found out who mom was and started a new life. Never looked back,"

I sigh. "Last year," I start. "My mom…she was always a drunk and one night, she took it too far and beat me. Then she went DUI (A/N: Driving Under the influence :) and died the same night. I'm living with my Aunt right now. My dad; well, he was never in the picture, really. Mom cheated and got me. He divorced and ran off with a stripper. Haven't heard from him in about six years. He ditched my mom's funeral. You know, I still have a scar from that night." I reach down and pull up my shirt a little; just enough to show a small line that ran across my hip. "Mom clawed me when I told my brothers not to look. I refused to let her touch them."

I look up at him. His soft brown eyes meet my strange, black eyes that have always had an electric blue ring around them. They also change colors: dark gray when I'm happy; black when I'm sad or mad. His brown eyes have golden specks in them, making them even cuter and— WOAH!

Did I just think that? Not only is he a year older than me, but Zena has a not-so-secret crush on him!

I shrug his hand off my shoulder and quicken my pace. "Where are we even going?" Kenny asks. Her long blonde hair is thrown into a messy bun and her gray eyes are identical to the twins (Oh, the pun). She'd been talking to them quietly; I had almost forgotten she was even there.

Marissa sighs. "Somewhere you'll be safe."

I stop walking and cross my arms stubbornly. Zena moans. "Not this again!"

I roll my eyes. "I learned a long time ago not to trust people. What makes you think I'm gonna trust you?"

No one answers that.

"What do you mean? You can trust me." Carrie says.

A single tear rolls down my cheek. I shake my head. "I haven't trusted anyone since I was seven years old and my dad left,"

A look of confusion comes on Dallas' face. "Dad? You're mortal? His eyes are saucers.

"No you idiot!" I spat. "My horrid mother cheated and he left with a stripper and all our money! He ruined our lives!" I turn away, trying to hide the stupid tears.

Stella chokes out: "You never told us that…we thought he was dead…"

I scoff. "I hope he is. He's been nothing but a pain in my ass since I was born!" No one say anything, so I continue. "My real Dad split when I was born. Other dad found out when I was six, divorced my mom, hacked our bank accounts, took all our money and ran off with some stripper by the time I was seven. He made my life hell! Ότι έρπω αξίζει να πεθάνουν!"

The words come out of my mouth before I can stop them. That bastard deserves to die. I said it, just not in English. I lower my head to hide my confusion and anger. Someone gasps. I look up to see….things…above my friends' heads: a gold caduceus' appears over Scott; silver owls appear over Carrie and Kennady; a red boar and spear appear over Trip, who smiles; and a quiver of golden arrows appear over Stella.

Chase speaks up: "Scott, son of Hermes; Carrie and Kennady, daughters of Athena; Trip, son of Ares; Stella, daughter of Apollo; and Mori, undetermined." I scoff.

"Way to state the obvious, Beuno."

He frowns. "You're thirteen; you should have been claimed by now…" Just as he said that, everyone gasps. I cock my head. "What?" Scott points to above my head. I look up to see a skull with two coins over its eyes and a tree. No…wait! A cypress tree; a symbol of death. (A/N: If you go to Google images and type in "cypress tree symbol of death" the first one on the second row is what appeared over her head)

So quiet that I can barely hear it, Nate says, "Morisana Crasse, daughter of Thanatos. The god of the dead,"

OOOH! Cliffy! Ok so now you know who her parent is and some of her background! Ok, so I'm working on four but PLEASE be patient with me!

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Ok well then, steal a book, rob a bank, but always remember; …I forgot…

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