Beauty, money and even intelligence Kassandra lives like a princess in a gilded palace. After meeting a certain boy named Percy Jackson, Kassi's life becomes even more dangerous. The truth about her identity and parentage is revealed, leading her into the world of myths and legends, where NOTHING IS EVER WHAT IT SEEMS. This world brings him some problems, because the fate of the world doesn't rest solely in Percy's hands. To my great sadness, I don't own Percy Jackson, only Kassandra. Because Percy Jackson belongs to only one person, Rick Riordan, I hope you'll enjoy my fan fiction, even if it's my first, so good luck, my friends.

Why did you bother to open this stupid book, I ask you, why? This story is an agglomeration of distress, feeling, betrayal and especially it's my story of course I tell it to you but I don't really want to talk about it you know the kind. But I don't suppose you have anything more to do than read this story, do you?

I absolve myself of any responsibility for family disasters, destruction of property or death after reading this book if any of that sort of thing happens. Don't say that girl didn't warn me. I myself have never forced anyone to read anything. So if you're smart. If you feel fear. Close this book now, it might give you a glimpse of the truth about yourself and your parentage.

After all these warnings Only fools would stay here. If you've continued on to this sentence, you're probably one of those fools. My name is Kassandra Knight, or Kassi as I like to be called.

A few months ago, in my sixth year at Yancy Academy after, shall we say, changing schools every year, my uncle Jonathan decided to enroll me in a boarding school for problem children. Should you consider me a problem child?

To tell you the truth, I've been an orphan since I was seven years old, when I lived with my father until he died on a business trip on the way to California. I never knew my mother, who disappeared after giving birth to me, so my uncle took custody of me and looks after me. I have to say that I feel bad about having been kicked out of practically every school I went to, especially because of my uncle, who often played on his and my father's relationship to get me enrolled in the most prestigious schools in the country, but it always ended badly (you might think, but where do they get the money for all this?).

Before his death, my father had succeeded in using the family inheritance to create a company called "Knight Industries", which enabled him to increase his wealth even though the inheritance was already quite substantial, so you could say that I'm a rich heiress, but never mind, it all started with a trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art in Manhattan to look at Greco-Roman antiquities, nothing good ever happens to me on school outings - one day I freed some animals from a zoo and ended up getting fired, you see, bad luck, or even at a performance of Aladdin where I caused an accident with the lights and boom. I hoped that everything would go well, especially as our Latin teacher Mr Brunner was the one leading the excursion and my statue of favorite student in Latin class was at stake.

During the trip, Nancy Bobofit, a redheaded kleptomaniac, targeted one of my friends, Grover Underwood, with chunks of peanut butter and ketchup sandwich. She was taking advantage, of course, because Grover was handicapped and a little skinny, too, but he loved enchiladas.

"I'm going to kill her," Percy Jackson grumbled.

Grover tried to calm him down. "It's okay. I like peanut butter."

He dodged another piece of Nancy's lunch.

Percy was my best friend, I'd known him for many years, he was a kind and funny person and ...that made him cute, even if you could tell he was also very troubled. He was about to get up to confront Nancy, so Grover and I forced him back to his seat. Grover spoke first.

"You're already on probation, so you know who'll get blamed if anything happens". He told him.

"And you know Sally wouldn't like it if you got fired from Yancy." Sally was Percy's great mom, the mom we'd never want to disappoint, so when I told him that he calmed down right away.

Now I think we should have let him go, it would have been better than all the trouble we had afterwards, but there you go. The tour was led by Mr Brunner, a fifty-something guy with thinning hair, a beard, pretty cool, guiding us through the museum galleries. We were seeing stuff that had survived nearly three thousand years, it was impressive. He gathered us in front of a stela overcoming a large sphinx built for a child our age.

Everyone was talking during Mr Brunner's explanations, and Percy kept telling them to be quiet. From a distance I could see Mrs. Dodds glaring at Percy, but if her gaze could kill him, he'd already be dead. Mrs Dodds was our maths teacher, originally from the south of the United States; our last teacher had had a nervous breakdown.

veryone was talking during Mr Brunner's explanations, and Percy kept telling them to be quiet. From a distance I could see Mrs. Dodds glaring at Percy, but if her gaze could kill him, he'd already be dead. Mrs Dodds was our maths teacher, originally from the south of the United States; our last teacher had had a nervous breakdown.

Mr. Brunner kept talking about Greek funerary art.

Nancy, the klepto on duty, said something idiotic about a naked guy on a stele, at which point Percy lost his temper and said to her

"Will you shut up?" It came out louder than he meant it, I think, because he seemed confused.

Everyone laughed, even I had to admit it. Mr. Brunner asked Percy

"Mr. Jackson," he said, "did you have a comment?"

Percy turned as red as a tomato and said "no, sir."

Mr. Brunner pointed to an engraving depicting a scene from mythology on a stele.

"Perhaps you'lltell us what this picture represents?"

Percy looked at it and quickly replied."That's Kronos eating his kids, right?"

"Yes," said Mr Brunner, who didn't seem satisfied, "and he did it because..."

"Well...Kronos was king of the gods and..."

"God?" asked Mr. Brunner.

"Titans," he corrected himself. "And... he didn't trust his kids, who were the gods. So, uh, Kronos ate them, right? But his wife hid the baby Zeus and gave Kronos a stone ate instead."

"Miss Knight would you please take over?"

I was surprised but quickly regained my composure and replied:

"with a stratagem Zeus managed to make his brother and sister Hades, Poseidon, Hera, Hestia, Demeter vomit"

"Eeew!" said a girl behind me

"then there was a ten-year war called Titanomachy then the gods won that battle and we sent the titans to tartarus."

A few giggles erupted from the group.

Nancy bobofit mumbled to a friend: "Like we're going to usethis in real life. Like it's going to say on our job applications, 'Please explainwhy Kronos ate his kids."

""And why, Mr. Jackson, Miss Knight" said Mr. Brunner, "to paraphrase Miss Bobofit'sexcellent question, does this matter in real life?"

"Busted!" Grover muttered.

"Shut up," hissed Nancy, her face as red as her hair.

I must admit, it was very funny to see her in that Not Every Day state. We notice Nancy's nonsense.

I don't know, sir," said Percy, answering 's question.

"I see," he sounded rather disappointed, "and you, Miss Knight, do you have an answer?"

I thought it over and said:

"Maybe they're moral lessons,like don't worry about fate or it will arrive at our doorstep or something."

Mr. Brunner smiled at me and said, "Well, you've got a good answer there, Miss Knight. Zeus did indeed feed Kronos a mixture of mustard and wine, which madehim disgorge his other five children, who, of course, being immortal gods,had been living and growing up completely undigested in the Titan'sstomach. The gods defeated their father, sliced him to pieces with his ownscythe, and scattered his remains in Tartarus, the darkest part of theUnderworld. On that happy note, it's time for lunch. Mrs. Dodds, would youlead us back outside?"

The students headed outside. Fooling around (Can you believe it? They can't stand still for even five minutes, and I'm supposed to be hyperactive).

Grover, me and Percy were about to follow when Mr. Brunner threw to Percy.

"Mr. Jackson."

Percy told us to go on without him. Then turned back to Monsieur Brunner. And we did. Continue outward.

We went outside and over my head a huge storm was brewing, with blacker clouds than I'd ever seen over the city. I thought maybe it was global warming or something, because the weather all over New York State had been weird since Christmas. We'd had massive snowstorms, flooding, forest fires caused by lightning. I wouldn't have been surprised if there was a hurricane brewing. Percy came out of the museum

Grover, Percy and I sat on the edge of the fountain. We thought that this way, hopefully, people wouldn't know we belonged to this school - the school of losers and weirdos who weren't wanted anywhere else.

"Detention?" asked Grover.

"No," Percy replied. Not from Brunner. "I just wish he'd lay off me sometimes. Kassi you're really lucky, you always give the right answers to his questions, you're a genius in every way. "

I said nothing, I was indeed a little genius, he was right and it made me feel bad for him, I never made a single misstep in class and Percy was always blamed for everything, I felt he was desperate, he who tried to be better every day was constantly by my side.

Grover didn't say anything for a while. Then, when I thought he was going to make some deep philosophical comment to make us feel better, he said to Percy, "Can I have your apple?"

Percy let him take the apple, he apparently had no appetite either. Mr Brunner parked his wheelchair at the foot of the disabled ramp. He ate celery while reading a paperback novel. A red umbrella peeled off the back of his chair, making it look like a motorized coffee table. I'd just finished unpacking my sandwich when Nancy Bobofit appeared in front of us with her naughty friends I guess she was tired of stealing from tourists and dumped her half-eaten lunch in Grover's lap

"Oops" She smiled at me and Percy with her crooked teeth. Her face filled with orange freckles like someone had painted a calculator with Stabilo. I tried to stay calm my uncle kept telling me "control your anger or you'll be in big trouble one day." But not this time.

I got up and threw my entire lunch at Nancy.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said, giving her the most hypocritical smile I had in stock, I launched my most diabolical laugh without meaning to of course.

She was shocked, her face turning tomato red.

"You're going to pay for this, Kassandra!" she screamed at me.

I put my hand in front of my mouth and said:

"maybe you should fix that first," pointing to the sandwich stain that was going from her face to her clothes.

She moved towards me as if ready to push me into the fountain when suddenly I saw the water like catching her and Nancy found herself in the fountain screaming:

"Percy pushed me!"

Mrs. Dodds materialized in front of us.

Some of the kids whispered:

"Did you see..."

"...the water..."

"...like she was grabbed her..."

I didn't know what they were talking about. All I knew was that my friend was in trouble again. As soon as Mrs. Dodds was sure poor little Nancy was okay, promising to buy her a new shirt at the museum gift store, and Blah Blah Mrs. Dodds turned to Percy. There was a triumphant fire in her eyes, as if he'd done something she'd been waiting for all along.

"Now, honey..."

"I know," Percy grumbled. "A month of erasing workbooks" It wasn't the right thing to say. "Come with me," said Mrs. Dodds.

"Wait!" Grover yelped. "It was me. I pushed her."

I stared at him, dumbfounded. I wouldn't have thought Grover had the guts to stand up to a teacher as mean as Mrs. Dodds to replace a friend. She glared at him so hard her mustache chin quivered.

"I don't think so, Mr. Underwood," she said.

"But-"

" You...will...stay...here." Grover looked desperately at Percy.

"It's all right, man," he told her. "Thanks for trying."

"Honey," Mrs. Dodds barked."Now."

Nancy Bobofit smiled. Okay, can someone explain to me what's going on? Why is Grover so afraid of Percy getting into trouble with Mrs. Dodds? I mean, the worst thing she could give him is a month's detention, right? Come to think of it, how come I didn't get in trouble? Not that I'm complaining, but it seems rather odd given that I just threw my lunch at Nancy.

As for Grover, he seemed very worried, mumbling incomprehensible things, looking intermittently at Mr. Brunner, who was too absorbed in his celery and his novel.

Honestly, I still don't see why Grover was so stressed because Percy was having trouble with Mrs. Dodds. She was a teacher, it's not like she was going to hurt Percy, was she?

I glanced at Mrs. Dodds, but she wasn't there. She was standing at the museum entrance, right at the top of the steps, impatiently waving Percy over. How did she get here so quickly? I often have moments like this, when my brain goes to sleep or something, and the next thing I know, I've missed something, like a puzzle piece falling out of the universe and leaving me staring at the empty place behind it. The school counselor told me it was part of ADHD, my brain misinterpreting things. Percy seemed to be as confused as I was, but in any case, he followed Mrs. Dodds up the stairs anyway. Meanwhile, Grover was pale, I saw him walking slowly towards Mr. Brunner, I didn't know why he was so worried so I did what every sensible person would have done in my place, I followed Percy.

I arrived just outside the entrance to the Greek and Roman exhibits and there I heard voices.

"You're giving us problems, honey," I heard Mrs. Dodds say.

"Yes, ma'am."

"You didn't think you'd get away with it, did you? "

From a distance I could see Mrs. Dodds' devilish stare, pure evil, and my heart was racing.

"I...I'll try harder," Percy replied.

A thunderclap shook the building.

"We're not fools, Percy Jackson," said Mrs. Dodds "It was only a matter of time before we found you out. Confess, and you will suffer less pain."

I had no idea what she meant but she was starting to talk about suffering so there was only one solution escape I had to get home fast hide in my uncle's arms

"Well?" she asked.

"Ma'am, I don't..."

"Your time is up," she hissed.

I couldn't help but look at that moment and saw the strangest thing happen. Her eyes began to glow like barbecue coals. His fingers stretched, turning into talons. Her jacket melted into great leather wings. She really wasn't human, as Percy said before.

Mrs. Dodds turned to me with her demonic eyes. "Looks like we have a curious young girl amoug us."

Mr. Brunner, who had been outside the museum just a minute earlier, crossed the threshold of the gallery in his wheelchair, ballpoint pen in hand.

"What ho, Percy!" he shouted, hurling the ballpoint pen in her direction. Mrs. Dodds lunged at him, and he ducked as the claws went by his ear against my ear. Percy caught it in mid-air, but it was no longer a pen but rather a bronze sword. Mrs. Dodds swiveled, her gaze murderous, it landed at my feet.

My legs felt like they were caught in sand, I couldn't even make a move, running away was no longer the main objective, Mrs Dodds charged at us, I was scared but really scared, I did things by pure instinct as if with the intention of escaping death, I raised both my arms and then...

Boom

the same sound as a bird hitting a window, in front of me there was a kind of energy field separating Percy and me from our demon teacher, I don't know how this force field appeared but it disappeared immediately.

"Damn you!" she snarled in my direction.

She charged again and Percy swung his sword at her shoulder and then through her body, slicing through it as if it were water.

Pfuitt

She disappeared and dispersed into yellow dust, a sulphurous odour filling the air and an evil atmosphere as if she were still watching us.

We were alone.

Percy broke the silence "Do you know what just happened?"

I nodded, still scared. We'd probably been drugged with mushrooms, we'd imagined it all along, it was the only logical explanation.

We went back outside and it had started raining.

Grover was sitting by the fountain, sheltering under a map of the museum. Nancy was still soaking wet and chatting with her horrible girlfriends she saw us and said:

"I hope Mrs Kerr whipped your ass."

Percy and I said, "Who?"

"Our teacher, duh! "

I was pretty sure a Mrs. Kerr had never existed, Percy asked Nancy what she was talking about.

She just rolled her eyes and walked away. We asked Grover where Mrs. Dodds was.

"Who?" he replied.

He hesitated for a moment, and I could see in his eyes that he knew something, so I did what I knew how to do. I grabbed Grover by the shoulders, let's just say I shoved him a little.

"Grover, stop fooling around, okay, you're going to tell me the truth right now, okay!" I yelled at him.

Grover seemed a little shaken by my sudden change of behavior, Percy separated us and said

"K.C., don't push Grover around," he said.

"But..."

I was about to reply when suddenly a clap of thunder sounded as if to stop us from arguing. Percy and I went to see Mr. Brunner.

He looked up, a little distracted.

"Ah, that wouldn't be my pen. In future, Mr. Jackson, Please bringyour own writing utensil in the future, Mr. Jackson.

Percy handed him the pen.

"Sir, you were here, so where's Mrs Dodds, answer me. "I said immediately, pointing my arm towards the museum.

He looked at us impassively:

"I'm not going to lie to you, Kassi, I don't know who you're talking about, and I've been here ever since we left the museum".

"Can't you see who? The other chaperone, The pre-algebra teacher, Dodds"

Mr. Brunner leaned forward, frowning, looking concerned.

" Kids, there is no Mrs. Dodds on this trip. As far as I know, there has never been a at Yancy Academy. Are you feeling okay?"

Okay, I'm officially crazy.