Disclaimer: I do not Percy Jackson, that wonderful book belongs to Rick Riordan. I am just playing with his creations and world.

I want to thank anyone who reads this and I hope that it's ok. Criticism is always welcome.

Chapter One

Her Mother was a heavy believer in the fact that reincarnation was real. She always believed her Mother was a little insane for that belief. Death in her opinion was when you were buried in the ground or turned to ash. She didn't believe in the afterlife or reincarnation. Death was the permanent end. Of course, she had to be proven wrong.

When her eyes closed for what she believed was the last time silence seemed to surround her, a silence that was occasionally disturbed by the sound of crickets. When she eventually opened her eyes again it was to sound of loud muffled voices.

She remembers hating the fact that her eyes had opened. Thinking that somehow, someway, someone had stumbled upon her and decided to 'save' her. Of course those thoughts were quickly dashed when she realised how different everything felt.

It was disorienting for her at first, terrifying in fact. See, when babies are born their eyes are so undeveloped that entire world becomes a blur. She could see shapes, edges, the outline of things, but other than that she couldn't make out any distinguishing features.

Not being able to see and having a complete lack of control over her body terrified her to her very core. The sensations, sounds and smells surrounding her were left her completely overwhelmed. She was blind, confused and helpless. So she did the only thing she could do which was scream. But even then the voice leaving her mouth was completely foreign to her ears. Perhaps that was why after a few moments she stopped and could do nothing other than sniffle and sob silently.

She was a quiet baby, hardly making a noise ever since her first outburst. She took to just gazing up at the cream ceiling of the room she was within. Processing what had occurred, trying to make sense of what had happened. Finally, after the few days that it took for her to come to terms that she had been reincarnated, she came to the realisation that the woman who had given birth to her had done so within her own home. Her very unsanitary home.

Her parents were so wrapped up within their own world that they hardly noticed her lack of interest in them. She was closed off, refusing her new parents love because deep inside her, she knew they weren't hers. The woman who leaned over her cooing was not the strong proud woman who had grilled her through hours of etiquette and piano lessons. The man who held her was not her Father, a man who had constantly loved her. Had celebrated her every achievement and accepted her for everything that she was. And the sad thing was, in her mind they never could be. They would never live up to the people who had first brought her into the world and raised her.

The woman who had brought her into this unwanted world again was young, very young, possibly 18 at the most and was called Sofia. She was of Latino decent with long black hair and soulful brown eyes. While her partner Brett looked to be in his late 20's early 30's, with plain features and a plain name. He wasn't very memorable.

It soon became clear to her that the family she had been born into was drastically different from her own. Not only due to the lack of her actual parents, but because of the drastic change of living arrangements. She had nothing against living in a trailer park, but she had been brought up in the lap of luxury so it was slightly disconcerting to suddenly find that she would be growing up in a small run down caravan. Her only thought was that perhaps her snobbish actions in her past life had lead to her getting a lesson in humbleness.

Until she was around eight months old they cared as well as they could for her. Changing her diapers when needed and making sure she was fed. The embarrassment that such actions brought her were unspeakable and she did all she could to eliminate them from her memory. After that though it all seemed to go down hill. She refused to be fed, unwilling to let someone hold her bottle, wanting to feed herself. She wanted the independence she had once had and was in no way willing to relinquish control of her life to two people so much younger than herself mentally speaking.

She refused to crawl, instead beginning to walk as soon as her muscles allowed, dragging herself along with the help of the cold hard walls of the caravan. She preferred to take care of herself, so used to caring for her own needs. She hardly ever spoke and when she did it was in sentences that no ordinary child would use. There was no potty training needed thank god.

Within the first few years of her life she also came to the conclusion that her parents were heavily reliant upon drugs to keep them 'happy'. In a way she was thankful that both of them were so completely immersed within their drug-induced haze that they didn't notice anything different about the child they had brought into the world.

Maybe she could have drawn their attention to her, given them a reason to give up their addiction. But, in a way she couldn't. She couldn't be a child when mentally she would never be one. She looked after them as best she could, especially Sofia. She badgered Sofia into eating breakfast and made sure that both Sofia and Brett's cigarettes were always put out if they fell asleep. She took to parenting them as best she could.

The most disturbing factor of being reincarnated though was the fact that she did not look like 'herself'. Perhaps if she had gained even one feature from her original life she would have adjusted better, tried less to live the life she had left and not constantly attempted to create parallels with her current one. So it came as no surprise that when she first saw her reflection she was torn between falling over in shock or completely breaking down, when she finally saw that the person she now was.

Where there had once been a mass of curly red hair that seemed to be on fire she now had dark brown straight hair. Her eyes, which had been an unnaturally beautiful green that she had been ever so proud of, had been replaced with a warm earthy brown. Porcelain skin was now naturally tanned due to Sofia's Latino heritage. Where her bones had once been fine, with high cheekbones she now had a thicker bone structure. Already she knew that within this new body she would have curves that her previous one would have only ever achieved through surgery.

After a few moments of heavy breathing and counting backwards from ten she looked up at her reflection and steeled herself. If this was her second chance she was going to use it and she was going to use it well. She would graduate early; finish her degree hopefully in less than the four years usually required. She would get her PhD again, she would save lives sooner rather than later. She was going to put in place plans that she had only begun to prepare for before her previous life ended.

Either way, she did not expect at the age of four for a very large spanner to be thrown into her plans by her 'parents' when they decided that she was just one extra mouth to feed, especially when prices were steadily increasing. So it was decided that Sofia would take her out for a walk and 'forget' her. Many would judge her lack emotion when she discovered what the two were planning, but she understood that to some a drug was more important than anything in the world.

She could have sprung them the moment she heard them talking about the idea. She could have yelled and screamed. Instead all she does is take a deep breath and sigh softly. There is nothing to be done. She has no real connections with them, even after nearly four years within their care. In a way she welcomes the chance to leave them, perhaps she will be placed within the foster care system or adopted, either way a door of opportunity will open, of that she is sure and she is nothing if not resourceful.

So, when Sofia took her for a walk in the city and left her near an alleyway, which was not her smartest idea, and kissed her on the forehead she knew it was goodbye. Leaning back against the stone cold wall of the alleyway she wondered not for the first time whether she was truly insane or just psychotic to happily let herself be left in a city where anything could happen to her.

The event that lead to this story being told, occurred no less than three hours after Sofia had left. A woman walked past her and stopped, turning around and crouching down before her so suddenly that she nearly fell backwards onto her bottom. With black hair that fell in ringlets framing her face partially tucked under a linen shawl and warm brown eyes the woman was a beauty to behold. She smelt heavenly, like burning wood, crackling fire and warm marshmallows. It seemed to her as if the woman was what she had been waiting for since entering in to her new life. This unknown woman was happiness, warmth, family, but most of all, home.

Before she even could comprehend what she was doing her arms were wrapping around the unknown woman's shoulders as she breathed in her scent contentedly, utterly at peace.

"What is your name child?" The woman asked, her voice calm and caring.

For a moment she stopped, wondering whether she should use the name that Sofia had given her and live her new life with her new name. But, she just couldn't be rid of it, couldn't be rid of her real name and when faced with the option to use it she jumped at it. Because suddenly she had something that was entirely hers, something that would represent who she was inside.

"My name is Faye, Faye Edwards."

A surge of pride and happiness flowed through Faye as she spoke her name. It was something she had always been proud of and had never shied away from. In return the woman smiles.

"Mine is Hestia, Faye." The woman tells Faye, the kind smile never leaving her face allowing for her to bask in the warmth of it.

For Hestia the mortal girl before her is a mystery that she has never before encountered. Faye gives off the faint feeling of a the Morai, a feeling that most would miss. But the Morai have no children and Hestia can already tell that the child before her is no demigod. Faye holds herself with such poise, yet beneath is all Hestia can see the remnants of a broken and lost little girl residing inside the child.

"Well Faye Edwards, where is your family?" Hestia questioned, her voice soft and warm.

Faye looks into Hestia's eyes unblinking, studying the woman before her. "I have no family."

Hestia loves her family. She adores her siblings and her numerous relatives, but she has never once had a child of her own. Now with this little mortal child, a child that can so obviously see through the Mist if she has noticed Hestia, she imagines she feels what a mother must feel when they hold their firstborn. As if the world revolves around the child in front of them and as if all the love they have will be poured perfectly into them.

The child reeks of desire, of the want to be loved, of the absolute utter desperation for a family. Hestia can hear the child's prayer echoing within her mind as if she has screamed it in her ear. Family, give me my family. If the child that has an aura unlike anything she has ever felt before wants a family she will give her one.

Whether it was simply curiosity or simply an act of genuine kindness Hestia wrapped her arms around Faye and stands lifting her up, positioning her on her hip. Faye looked up at Hestia with wide brown eyes that seemed to hold maturity in them beyond her physical age and snuggled into Hestia further.

"Well Faye, if you do not have a family, I will become your family. I am going to take care of you from now on."

And that is where our story begins, though whether it will end with happiness or tears of sorrow is still unknown.