The Mistake

by Pluto's Grandkid

Macie, daughter of Macaria and Zagreus. All because Zues snooped around where he shouldn't have, she's a demigod now, with blood more potent for monsters to detect, she has to live and claim back godhood. Not to mention save her mother, now taken captive by a giant, can she do this with the help of her siblings and estranged father? Meanwhile her life is falling apart at seams?

1. Chapter 1

I remember the stories mom told me. How I was a mistake, that one was my favorite, because it always ended with her telling me I was her favorite mistake. My parents are two gods you would never think would go together, Zagreus and Macaria. I remember cuddling with mom before bed each night, the just afterlives she enabled to people being my lullaby.

I am, Macie. I was a goddess, until stupid Zues decided my mother was too secretive. So he looked in, and oh no, an illegitimate child. Like he doesn't have hundreds of those. But he still stripped away my godhood, leaving me only slightly stronger than your average demigod.

I am now being followed by a bloodthirsty chimera. Most people probably saw a rabid dog, but this fire-breathing monster, definitely isn't one. I ran through the streets playing jump rope with the snake head that is the tail, while simultaneously dodging fire, wanna play? It's called jump rope hardcore mode. I cut a corner and hid in the underworld, a cool perk about being a kid of Macaria, even just a half-blood, you're able to teleport into the underworld, anywhere.

I walked until I found the familiar passage my uncle, Nico, used to take to travel to camp from the underworld and back. I climbed inside and stumbled out, tired and shattered from today's and yesterday's events, thanks Zues! I heard a scream and took a second to assess how this must look to them, I'm tall for a human girl. Probably five ten to six feet and my long white hair must be matted and dirty, with burnt clothes. I got up and wiped blood from my hand on my pants and greeted them.

"Hello, I'm Macie, and no I won't force you to give me offerings." I added as an afterthought, almost as a joke. I looked around and looked above my head, nothing so far, great. I walked over to my mothers cabin and sat down. I kicked off my shoes and laid down in one of the preoccupied beds.

I was about to go to sleep, lousy thing, a human body, needing rest. Then one of my half- sisters confronted me. "That's my bed, if you need one the Hermes cabin has plenty, or if you're really stubborn there's one over there." She was trying to intimidate me, her spear was in her hand, she was intentionally posed for attack. I closed my eyes and said near silently. "Bow down and I will give it to you, sister, or sleep in the other bed."

I heard her grumble and her sword move as she knelt down. To be honest I expected more of a fight, but when it becomes her time her soul will be spared. I wondered if she was doing this for the favor of mom. I got up and moved to the last bunk, it was easy to make mine as I could easily hang things, though I had nothing to hang, much less the want to.

My sisters began to drone on about me, hideous insults, though they whispered. Most likely in hope that our mother wouldn't notice. I decided sleep was worth more than hearing their two cents about me. It definitely felt that way, especially in this irksome mortal body.