A/N: I don't own Greek mythology or any characters from Percy Jackson and the Olympians that might show up. All of the main characters are OC's.
"Are you kidding me?" The scream came from the ground floor, in the living room where a nine year old girl with hazel eyes was annoyed at her mother. Her eyes flared as she stomped her foot in frustration. "Just because I have dyslexia doesn't mean I should go to a freak school!" The mother of the girl straightened up, her slight baby bump poking out.
"It's not a freak school!" the mother exclaimed, bewildered. "I would never say that having dyslexia is a freaky ability! Why would you think that?"
"Well-" a voice came from upstairs, "I've heard Kayla snobbing about how Carter's going to a freak school. If you're sending her to the same school…"
"Shut up, Cassy! I have not been snobbing!" The nine year old shouted, blushing to the tips of her dirty blond hair. Their mother tutted, going back to fixing the television.
"Kayla, I'm surprised at you." She sighed, shaking her head. "Neither you, nor your brother will be going to a freak school. It's just a school I've found where you may be able to fit in better." Kayla snorted in surprise.
"I fit in well enough in my school! I have tons of friends, and the teachers love me! I even do well in school!" She stomped her foot in frustration, while Mrs. Lagow turned to look at her daughter, raising an eyebrow.
"You know, that's not the story I heard from your teachers," Kayla involuntarily flinched, "and, as you know, I tend to be certain of the topic before I believe something." She walked over to the desk in the room and pulled out a report card, opened it, and scanned it. She looked at her daughter, and spoke sternly, "I'm not a torturer, and I won't read it aloud where I'm quite aware Cassy is listening," a disappointed "awww!" came from upstairs, "but I truly would not appreciate it if you lied to me." The girl opened her mouth, probably to protest, but shut it immediately when she saw her mother's face. "Good. Now, I've already packed for you, so if you just get your bathroom stuff, we'll leave in an hour. Okay?" Kayla nodded mutely, and trudged upstairs to get her stuff, knowing she'd lost the argument. Upstairs, after he heard the bathroom door slam, an auburn haired teenager stepped out of his room holding a backpack. He turned his head and looked back into his room.
"It's okay Riles." He sighed, exasperated. "You know mom could never get in a bad argument, even with Kayla." A young girl with tousled blond hair timidly stepped out, sticking close to her fifteen year old brother.
"You sure?" she asked, staring at the bathroom door. "That made a loud noise just a bit ago. Isn't slamming doors not allowed?" Another blond stalked up the stairs, looking annoyed.
"That's what I thought too." She grumbled, looking at the base of the staircase like it had somehow betrayed her. "But apparently having a mental breakdown makes you exempt from all the rules."
"But it's a good thing that Kayla didn't get in trouble." Riley muttered, at the exact same time as Kayla yelled from the bathroom, "I am NOT having a mental breakdown! Keep your nose out of my business, Cassy!" Cassy rolled her eyes.
"Sure, sure." She called, and then turned to her younger sister. "You are so innocent, Riley. I don't know how you've survived in this world, even if you are only three." Then she walked over to her room, grinning as if she had just said something brilliant. "Oh- and so long Carter. Hope I don't see you in a while. Good luck finally getting friends at that freak school." Before she could close the door, a voice pierced the silence.
"So," Carter said, raising his eyebrows, "that's where Kayla got the term from. I was wondering, seeing as Kayla and I never really had a problem with each other. But, you know Cassy," He smirked at her, and she glared back, "I wouldn't say anything, seeing as you have dyslexia too. Don't want to come with me to the school for freaks, do you?"
"The teacher says it's just that I'm having trouble with reading, that's all! Besides, you two don't just have dyslexia, you guys have ADHD too! Freaks!" She snarled, slamming the door to her room. The door to the bathroom opened, and Kayla stepped out, carrying a bathroom bag.
"Can we just get this over with?" She groaned, and then yelled at the door that had recently been slammed, "Get your facts straight, Cassy! I'm ADD, not ADHD! If you're gonna attempt to insult me, at least do it right!"
"Same difference!" came the muffled reply.
"So," Carter started, ignoring the comment and grabbing the bathroom bag from his sister, "changed our outlook on our new school, have we?" Kayla rolled her eyes, and started down the stairs with Carter and Riley (who was still clinging to him).
"Just realized," she shrugged, arriving on the ground floor, "how much I gain from leaving." She turned her head to look pointedly at the staircase.
"What? You always loved climbing the stairs! When did that change?" Carter teased in mock surprise. He looked at Katrina, and said, "Hey mom, we're ready. If you want, I can help you with that so that Kayla and I can get out of the house faster."
"It's okay, dear. I'm already done." She said, straightening up. "We're just waiting for Danny to get home so he can watch Cassy and Riley. By the way, why didn't you tell me you had a problem with the stairs?" She teased Kayla.
"It's not that…" Kayla muttered, blushing again. "I just don't like Cassy…" Katrina sighed, then laughed.
"Usually, you'd get in trouble for saying something like that about your sister… but your embarrassment is just so cute to see! I wish it happened more often…" the woman pouted. A car door slammed from outside, and a man came in, swinging the key ring on his index finger. He tossed the keys to his wife, then looked at the three kids.
"Cassy sulking in her room again?" He asked knowingly. He didn't need an answer, so he just walked to his wife, kissed her forehead, and then went towards the stairs. "Coming, squirt?" He called, addressing Riley.
"Can't I go with Carter?" She pleaded, looking from one face to the next. The teen in question sighed, then knelt in front of his sister.
"Riles, you know you hate car rides. Don't worry, Danny'll look after you." Her bottom lip trembled.
"But I want to go with you…" She whimpered. The older boy grinned at his sister, patting her head.
"I know, Riles. How 'bout I come back every chance I get, just to see you? Give Cassy hell for me, 'kay?" She breathed out, and then gave him a mischievous grin. Her light brown eyes danced as they met his dark blue ones.
"Kay!" She agreed.
~POV Change~
"This is insane!" An uncomfortable shriek filled the sedan van, each of its six seats occupied.
"Aunt Gertrude?" a young female's timid voice called out to the passenger seat, where a woman with dark hair and gray streaks was scowling. "Can you please not shout? Big brother says that if you keep 'shrieking like a banshee', he's gonna need a hearing aid. That, or we'll get a ticket for disturbing the peace." A loud snickering came from the far back, next to where the young girl sat. It also came from the middle of the van, where a seven year old boy sat, playing mind games with the man next to him, his father Joel. Even the father and the woman driving, the mother, had trouble hiding their laughing.
"Kisa!" the older woman gasped, affronted. "How many times must I tell you to never listen to that damned devil?" She turned to her younger sister, ignoring the silent laughing attack the woman was experiencing. "See Sarah? This is why I wanted Joel to sit in the back instead of Kisa."
"But Gerty!" The woman driving, Sarah, forced out, taking deep breaths to steady herself, "There's nothing wrong with my son. Besides, Kisa and Tobi adore him. I'm surprised they didn't work out something so that both of them could sit with him." The snickering from the back became laughter.
"Mom!" the sixteen year old boy gasped between laughs. "You underestimate Kisa. Tobi did want to work something out, but she promised to do all his chores for the week if she got me all to herself." Now everyone was laughing, even the five year old in the back who was blushing maroon. Everyone except the woman in the passenger seat, who looked disgusted.
"I don't see why we all have to go to the devil's school." She huffed angrily, folding her arms. "We should all be glad he's finally getting out of the house where he won't poison the minds of your other two." The laughing continued, but it was becoming forced for the parents. A hard look entered Sarah's eyes.
"No one asked you to come!" The teen cackled, and then stopped, a look crossing his face. He tapped his younger brother's shoulder, and said "Hey, Tobi, Kisa, have you ever wondered why she calls me Devil?" A gleam sparkled in his eyes. They stopped laughing, their full attention on their brother.
"We've wanted to know for ages!" Tobi said enviously.
"Do you know?" Kisa questioned excitedly. The two adults stopped forcing laughter.
"Of course I know! Just wanted to know if you did. Apparently not. That's all." He teased, looking out the window as if that was all that he was willing to say. After a flood of protest came from is siblings, he turned to look at them, brushing the chunk of black hair that hung over the area between his eyes out of his face, smirking at them. "Can I tell them, madre?" Sara glanced at him through the rearview mirror.
"Of course, miho. It's your choice." Her grip on the steering wheel tightened, but the teen pretended not to notice.
"So it goes like this," he began, looking at his siblings, who were staring at him in admiration. "I got curious too, you see, but whenever I asked, Trudy here would just glare and stalk off. Well, I asked a lot, and I guess everyone was getting annoyed too, but mum and dad always assured me it was Trudy they were mad at (Gertrude's face darkened at this), since she called me that but never said why. So, when mum was pregnant with you," he looked at his brother, "she got all hormoney, right?" They nodded, too absorbed in the story to realize they truly didn't know what 'hormoney' meant. "So, for the millionth time, I asked Trudy why she called me Diablo, and she was about to do her whole 'glare and stalk out' routine, when mum just snapped." The Latino boy paused, grinning at the memory.
"Then?" His siblings asked impatiently.
"Oh." He said, blinking away the memory, still grinning. "Then, our mum just started shrieking at Trudy. She was all 'just because you're my older sister, doesn't mean I'll stand for this! He is my son, and seeing as I can't stop you from calling him that, the LEAST you can do is TELL him WHY!'" He continued, mimicking his mother perfectly. "That got ol' Trudy to backtrack. She stared at mum like she couldn't believe what she had just heard, and mum just right on glared back. Finally, Trudy lost the staring contest and muttered 'your eyes. They just en't normal' at me. And she totally got out o' there quick enough, but I was like 'seriously?'" Once the story was over, Tobi started cracking up at the ridiculousness of the reason, while little Kisa stared thoughtfully at her brother.
"But your eyes are prettier than anyone else's I know!" she exclaimed, bewildered. He ruffled her hair.
"Sure, Tigre, sure." He said in a teasing sort of voice. He glanced out the window, then added, "If you still think so when I get back, tell me. I'll be glad to hear that you haven't fallen for any boys because they have 'beautiful blue eyes' or whatever color." He shuddered; then tapped the shoulder of the man in front of him. "C'mon Joel, up and at 'em. I need to get out now." Everyone realized that they had stopped. They stared out the windows, looking at the school.
"It's nice and er- small, isn't it?" Sara said, trying to be optimistic.
"I don't know about nice-" the teen stated, grabbing his now warm water bottle from the cup holder and climbing over the seat in front of him that Joel had just put down, "But it's definitely small." The two kids leapt out after him, crushing him from either side.
"Don't go! We'll miss you too much!" They cried. Awkwardly, he patted them, then pulled them off.
"Come off it." He scoffed. "You guys don't need me to have a good time." The looks on their faces made him roll his eyes. "Look, all you need to do-" he lowered his voice exponentially, "is say those words I taught you to ol' Trudy when mum and dad are out of earshot, and then when they ask you if you said them, totally deny it. Act innocent. It'll drive Trudes mad." They glanced back at their aunt, who was looking quite smug at getting rid of her older nephew, and their faces hardened into expressions that showed they would quite enjoy driving their aunt mad.
"Okay…" Tobi said, "but what about you? Won't you be lonely? Or bored?" Kisa nodded in agreement, looking curious.
"Oh- don't worry 'bout that." He glanced at the Lexus that was pulling up behind their van, and watched as a teenage boy a bit younger than him stepped out of the passenger seat, brushing back his auburn hair. The Latino boy smirked at his siblings, and then looked back at the car where now a much younger girl with dirty blond hair was joining the teen, tripping over her feet. "I think I've already found another good source of entertainment." He grinned cheekily at his siblings. He handed them one five dollar bill each, and they looked at each other, quickly pocketing it. They knew to not look a gift horse in the mouth, but they also knew that their brother was flat-out broke. They looked at him and noticed he was already grabbing his bag out of the car. He took off slowly, as though waiting for something. By the time he was almost out of shouting distance-.
"Where?" A voice gasped behind them. They turned to see Gertrude searching through her wallet. "I had ten dollars in here! Where could they-" she cut off, her face becoming quite red, then shrieked at the boy, "you damned Diablo!" All they heard after the echo died out was the far away laughter of their older brother, almost at the gate, who finally turned back, bag over his shoulder, and waved, his purple eyes dancing mischievously.
~POV Change~
"Ugh." A tall girl walked off of a train, while a boy and two girls followed her, all, entertainingly enough, wobbling like they were on jelly legs. They were all holding some sort of bag; the teen had a full-fledged backpack, the boy had a suitcase, its handle looped around his wrist, and the younger girls had matching, cheap purses. The girl in front looked around for a map, someone to direct them to where they were heading, anything. She noticed an employee at the station, and went quickly over to him, trying to shake of the jelly feeling her legs had gotten from being on the train for more than twenty-four hours, and her siblings trailed miserably behind her.
"Excuse me?" The fourteen year old asked, a trace of southern accent in her words, "Do you know where the 'Special Ability School for Students' is?" she looked nervously at him, holding her sisters close. Her brother stuck close to her as well, but he was eyeing the passerby's with interest, as if to see who he should pickpocket.
"Oh," the man breathed, stunned by the eyes watching him nervously. They're like rainbows… he thought, but shook himself out of his trance. He pointed toward the doors that led out, which now seemed very obvious. "Of course, m'am, just go out those doors; go straight until you come onto a street called Olympian Avenue, turn right, then go straight until you dead-end at the school. It's quite simple." He tipped his hat, and then walked off.
"Oh, um thank… you…" the teen trailed off, bewildered at the actions of this man. She turned to look at her brother, and noticed her brother's expression. "Lucifer, if I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times, you are not allowed to pickpocket!" Now, usually, if an older sibling said something similar to this, the younger sibling would huff "You're not my mother", but in this case, the boy shrugged and stuck his hands in his pockets.
"Not like any of them look good enough to pickpocket anyway. It'd be a waste of my talents." He started walking toward the doors out, and called back, "Come on, Kathy. Might as well get going." The teen, Kathy, rolled her eyes and ran up to the boy, still strolling, and yanked his right hand out of his pocket. "What?" He turned and looked at her, raising his eyebrows.
"First of all," she started, pulling the handle of his suitcase off of his wrist, "this is a safety hazard; bad for you, and whoever decided to walk behind you. Second," she reached into his now hand-free pocket, and pulled out a ten and some change, "you yourself are a hazard to whoever walks past you. If I have to remind you not to pickpocket one more time…" She left the threat hanging, and the boy nodded, brushing his blond hair impatiently out of his face.
"Yeah, yeah." He muttered, walking again and leaving behind his suitcase. Their two younger sisters trailed behind him, leaving Kathy to catch up. She grabbed his suitcase, pushed down the handle, and threw it over her shoulder, following them out as quickly as possible. When she caught up with them, they were already out of sight of the station. The younger girls with red hair and green eyes, identical twins, acknowledged her catching up by sticking close to either side of her. Even the blond boy, Lucifer, stuck close to her, brushing his hair impatiently away from his blue eyes every now and again.
After about a half-mile of silence, everyone had gotten uncomfortable in one way or another. The twins had started complaining about the distance, saying that there wasn't even enough to distract themselves with, and that they were going to get sunburns. Lucifer had been grabbing random rocks on the side of the road, but it was so hot that at one point, he got burned picking up one of the darker rocks. Kathy put some burn medicine on it and bandaged it, but now he wouldn't pick up anymore rocks. Kathy had been watching their surrounding for any sign of their new school, but all she saw was desert land. She figured that the town Layaway (that was the train stop's name) must've been on the other side of the station. She repeatedly pulled her shoulder-length, milk chocolate off her neck, and was having a tough time lugging Lucifer's suitcase as well as her backpack. Finally, Lucifer's voice broke the twin's complaining.
"Seriously? This isn't a battle of wills, Kathy. I would've taken the suitcase back at any point." And he grabbed the suitcase out of her hand. Two seconds later, a green sign came into view. They stopped and looked at it, reading the words, and only Lucifer voiced the question that was running through their heads. "Please don't tell me this means we're only halfway." They stood there for a few seconds, reading the sign that said Olympian Avenue, when a black car rolled up, and paused at the turn. The driver's window rolled down, and the face of a man who looked like a chauffeur appeared behind the glass.
"Miss Katherine?" the man asked uncertainly, "Mister Lucifer? Miss Aly? Miss Aj? Is that you?" The four addressed looked stunned, until Kathy stepped forward.
"Chase. What are you doing here? You're supposed to be at the orphanage."
"Well, one of the girls at your father's orphanage was accepted at this school. Is it possible the four of you have been accepted as well?" The man sounded surprised. Kathy sighed.
"Chase, our father does not own the orphanage anymore. You know that. And yes, we were accepted into Special Ability School for Students." She looked at him carefully, glanced at her siblings, looked down the road where her new school was, when all she could see was heat haze, and then looked at the man again. "Would you mind driving us the rest of the way? It seems that this road is even longer than the one we walked." He nodded, and looked back.
"Miss Jenna, we are picking up four passengers." The doors opened, and Kathy climbed into the passenger seat, leaving her three siblings to climb into the middle and back of the black van. When they were all in, the doors closed and they were blasted by the AC turned on high. The car started again and finally made the turn onto Olympian Avenue.
"Hey!" one of the twins exclaimed, examining the Asian girl whom they had joined, "I remember you! You were that girl who was always freezing unless she was by the fireplace! You were really nice to everyone, and you always stopped arguments when Kathy wasn't around! You were the reason none of the kids got adopted! None of them wanted to leave, and they always said 'I don't want to leave! I finally have a family here!' Is that why you're being sent away?" It wasn't the most tactful way the nine year old could have phrased it, but the thirteen year old didn't seem to mind. She played with her hair; a dark red color, braided over one shoulder and replied.
"I remember you as well, Aj Prince. Aly Prince. Lucifer Prince. Katherine Prince." Her copper eyes flicked to each one as she named them. Her voice was soft and feminine, and she seemed timid. "It's nice of you to remember me so well, seeing as none of you ever stopped to chat. Yes, I suppose that could be the reason I'm being sent away. It's nice to see familiar faces, though." The twins nodded enthusiastically.
"Hen says that the reason we're being sent here is that we're freaks, through and through. We don't know what that means, but if it's something big sister Kathy is, we're glad we're like her." Jenna's eyes focused on the one who said that, then scanned. The chauffeur, Chase, was involving himself in these matters as little as possible, but his hands were tight on the steering wheel. Kathy in the front was wearing a frozen mask of politeness, no emotion on her face, but her fists were clenched. Lucifer, sitting next to the girl with the roving eyes and occupying the other seat in the middle, was the most obviously affected, staring out the window with a murderous expression. Behind her, occupying the two seats in the back, the twins were grinning happily at her, obviously completely unaware of how bad the word was.
"Hen?" Jenna asked politely, wondering who would be so callous to call two nine year olds, a ten year old, and a fourteen year old, freaks.
"She's our older sister, Henrietta!" the twin on the right, Aly, said happily.
"She always tells the truth!" Aj, conferred. A voice broke the happy chatter of the innocent nine year olds.
"Aly, Aj, keep in mind that everyone lies, and Henrietta is certainly no exception. Don't take her seriously." The voice was Kathy's cool and emotionless, and the twins started pouting.
"So you're saying-" Aly started.
"That we can't be freaks like you?" Aj finished, attempting a pleading look, neither knowing how badly their words had affected their sister. Lucifer and Jenna witnessed a spasm of unadulterated hurt cross her face, and Chase slammed the breaks, throwing them forward.
"What are you bloody fucking morons going on about?" Lucifer exploded. He seemed not to have noticed the jolt of the car, but had turned in his seat to yell at his younger sisters. "Being called a freak is-"
"Lucifer," The voice was quiet, but it drew everyone's attention. Kathy sat with her eyes forward, not looking at anyone, and said, "It's not necessary. I'm sorry that by insulting me, she insulted you as well, but the twins do not need to know, nor do they need to learn the words you yourself have learned from our father." Shock flashed across his face, and he sat forward, leaning.
"I could care less about what Hen calls us. But them saying-"
"It's okay." The girl cut off, and opened the door. Heat spilled in, and everyone blinked, looking out the windows. The landscape was no longer singularly barren. At the end of the road was a parking lot, very small, and meant for only a few cars to actually park. Past the parking lot was a chain-link fence, not tall, and not very protective. Inside the chain link fence was a building. It was rectangular, and had three stories, but it was alone and there were no other buildings there. It was painted dark gray, as if to emphasize the monotonous array of background colors. Over the door of the building was a sign that said: Welcome to S.A.S.S., Newcomers!
"Huh," one of the twins' murmured to the other. "Anyone notice before now that the initials for our new school spelled sass?" Lucifer was still annoyed at them.
"Shut up!" He snapped. He grabbed Kathy's backpack from her hand, where she had been holding it by a strap since they had gotten in the car, and marched off towards the school, muttering darkly about how he should've stolen some of Henrietta's money before the left and what he would do when they got back. The twins followed their brother more slowly, finally sensing the terrible mood he was in. Kathy stood shocked when Lucifer had taken her bag, something her younger brother had rarely ever done before, and Jenna stood next to her, carrying a small hiking bag.
"I never heard much of Henrietta Prince," Jenna spoke softly, shouldering her bag and starting forward. Kathy was shocked into following her quietly. "But I do remember that every time I ever heard her name mentioned, the one I was talking to was outraged at what she had called or how she had spoken to or how she had treated, her sister. And the sister was always the same one." The copper eyes turned to stare at Kathy, who couldn't meet the younger girl's gaze. "It was always Miss Katherine, or Kathy." Kathy winced, but kept walking. They were almost at the parking lot now. The twins were halfway through, and Lucifer was almost to the fence. "I heard a lot about Miss Kathy," Jenna continued. "She was always so nice to everyone, being the replacement mother everyone at the orphanage could never have, even though she was much younger than the matrons. Even the older ones talked of you with respect. Never was a bad word spoken of you, and it surprised me when every once in a while, someone would come down, looking furious. They'd say that Henrietta had another go at Miss Kathy, and Miss Kathy had never done anything to deserve it. I always wondered why…" The unasked question hung in the air for a moment, and then Kathy gave in, sighing.
"If you've been at the orphanage for awhile, and know this much, then you'll know about my immediate family." Katy started, staring straight ahead, but she had stopped walking so they could put more space between the twins and themselves. Jenna stopped as well. "You'll know there're a lot of us; a father, a girl a bit over official adulthood, a teenager (me), and eight younger children." Jenna took a step back in surprise: eight others? Not that many! Kathy surveyed the other girl's reaction. "Well, Andrew was born about a year ago, and we stopped running the place before then, so you'd only know seven. Anyway, the thing is, not a single one of us share the same mother except the twins. All of us, even me and Henrietta are what you could call bastard children." She laughed humorlessly.
"Henrietta excuses herself, as father had been planning to marry her mother, but the woman died in childbirth. So, he moved on, left with a daughter, looking for a different partner to help raise his daughter, but also missing his first. When Henrietta was five, father met my mother. She seemed interested in the idea of orphanages, like she'd never heard of such a thing, and fell for father when she found out how much he cared." A dark look passed over the adolescent's face.
"She stayed, getting more and more nervous the longer she was with him, and claimed she had to get back soon. The only reason she stayed was because she was pregnant. An hour after she had me, she disappeared. Never seen again, and then everything went wrong. He had lost two women he loved, one to Hades and one who just ran out without a word. Once I'd turned three and Henrietta was eight, we found out he couldn't hold out any longer. He searched, longer and harder for another woman, but all he ever managed to do was impregnate a woman, and tell her he didn't love her. They almost always left the child with him. Henrietta misses the father she had the first five years of her life, and she blames my mother. As she can't do much about my mother, she takes it out on me. That's about it." Jenna didn't register the end of the story. As Kathy had talked, Jenna saw the images happening before her eyes, as if she had seen them before. She snapped out of it when Kathy started walking quickly towards the gate.
"What's wrong?" Jenna asked as she tried to keep up with the taller girl's longer gait.
"Something's wrong," Kathy muttered. "If I'm gone for too long, at least Lucifer would usually come find me." They stormed past the gate, and immediately slammed into Lucifer, suddenly visible, where he stood frozen a bit inside the gated area.
"Lu-" Kathy started, then gasped, staring open-mouthed at what she was seeing. Jenna was already gawking.
No longer was there only a single, gray building, but entire open field acres wide. There were smaller buildings scattered around, one area looked like a dorm set-up around a hill, there was a library, a main building, bathrooms, and a mess hall. There was a training area, an archery field and more. Ahead of them, the twins were talking to another kid, a black girl with her hair in a ponytail and gray eyes, holding a bag filled with books. An auburn haired fifteen year old boy was shouting angrily, chasing a Latino boy of about sixteen, who was holding something that looked suspiciously like a miniature train engine. A tall girl with long cream colored hair chased after the two, as if to stop them from fighting, but a boy about Lucifer's age was tugging her back, demanding her attention. From far away, the girls could see a redhead fighting a younger girl with dirty blond hair with... were those swords? Standing off to the side of the arena where the two were fighting, a gangly, skinny kid waited for his turn. The one chasing the Latino kid glanced in that direction every couple of seconds. Over by the lake, a boy about Kathy's age was talking to a girl two years older than him. The girl looked like a supermodel, but he looked seriously uncomfortable, and it was obvious she was flirting with someone who just wasn't interested. A girl was over at the archery range, shooting arrows at targets from between twenty feet away, and twenty yards away and never once missed the target, but sometimes she barely missed the bull's-eye. Kathy and Jenna were shocked beyond words.
"Well, hello." A voice spoke pleasantly, and all three jumped. An ageless looking woman was standing to their left, smiling hospitably at them. "I see five more have arrived," the woman continued, staring into the distance, as if counting every single one of them. "Only one is missing, and we've been assured that he will be along within a week." She turned her attention back to the frozen adolescents. "It's nice to have you: Katherine Prince, Lucifer Prince, and Jenna Thomas. You and everyone here have been selected as possibilities for the future tomorrow. If we decide that you are what we are looking for, we will keep you year-round. If not, you will be sent to another school with no memories of this place." She swept her hands in the universal 'look around!' gesture. "Welcome to SASS, my heroes!"
A/N: Well, here're three of the main characters arriving at the school. You heard me right. Not every single one attending the school is a main character. Yes, this school is for half-bloods, and most here are either demigods or siblings of. Most of the main characters were described in the description of the camp/school, though. Some are inside a building, and one, as mentioned, hasn't arrived yet.