Percy, my best friend, might tell you to close this book if you feel a stirring inside of you. I disagree, your need to be prepared for our parents' selfishness. For their evils and cruelty and desire to have babies at the cost of our sanity and happiness and safety.

Being a half-blood sucks, that is true, but if you are one then you have little choice. I say embrace it, make it your bitch because if you don't you will never find happiness or safety.

If you're not a demigod, I wish you a safe life. If you run into a demigod stay away or offer just enough aid to keep them alive. Their life, our lives, are hard enough as it is. Any help is appreciated as far as I am concerned.

If your one of us, connecting with these pages, prepare yourself. Pain and misery will follow you, but so can community, power and the possibility of happiness. It is hard to find but it can happen.

Don't say you weren't warned.

My name is Cassidy Jenkins and this is our story...

I'm twelve years old and like an unfortunate many, I attend Yancy Academy. Am I troubled kid... well kind of, like most at this school I had some issues that were not the most palatable. I didn't steal, cut class or anything, I am actually an honor roll student with the best grades. I tutor others, including my handsome freind Percy ( yes I may have had a tiny crush, ignore that. I did.) which is how we met actually...

My issues were more of the beat others until they were hospitalized variety... see I have a little issue called Bipolar disorder. I take meds for it, and they help a lot, but I still have a wicked temper when I am manic and no tolerance for lip. It happens though, that I also like fighting so... yeah.

Today was a good day though, we were on a trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to look at ancient Greek and Roman stuff. exciting, I know. I adore Mythology and reading and Fantasy, though Percy doesn't. He's not the brightest bulb though, so it was okay.

Unfortunately out Latin Teacher, Mr. Brunner was running the trip... he was sort of annoying. He let kids sort of act like they wanted, never interfering when they were idiots making learning sort of hard. I know, I'm a traitor to all children, but I hate idiots with a passion.

Mr. Brunner was this middle-aged guy in a motorized wheelchair. He had thinning hair and a scruffy beard and a frayed tweed jacket, which always smelled like coffee. I liked that smell, oddly enough, but it was the only thing I liked about him. Well that and his epic collection of ancient stuff and his great impressions of ancient figures. That was fun...

I was determined to enjoy this field trip regardless, and I had my best friend with me... even if Grover, who I detested with his constant whiny weakness, was coming along. I wished he'd take a hint and leave me and Percy alone but Percy adored him so I tolerated the annoying Sheep boy.

All the way into the city, however, Nancy Bobfit was tossing Ketchup and Peanut butter sandwhich pieces as Grover which did piss me off. I hated bullies, even if they were messing with Grover. I was literally shaking with rage, readying my muscles to toss her out of the bus and into traffic. Percy was shaking too and I saw it, and I wouldn't let him intervene since he'd get expelled in a heartbeat with his record.

"I'm going to kill her," He mumbled.

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

He dodged another piece of Nancy's lunch.

"That's it." Percy started to get up, but Grover pulled him back.

"You're already on probation," he reminded Percy . "You know who'll get blamed if anything happens."

I wasn't though, oddly enough, so I stood and turned to Nancy and just glared at her. She paled, shaking in her spot. I didn't care if she was a girl, I would break her in half and she knew it. My glare promised punishment, one she knew I would inflict. "Stop, now."

"You don't even like him." She barked back.

"I like you less, stop."

She put her hands down, shivering and turning away to snark to her snickering friends. Then I sat down, enjoying Percy's happy smile.

"Thanks."

Grover, who was a little pale, did the same. "Yeah, Thanks."

"No problem. I hate bullies Grover, we may not get along but you don't deserve abuse." I offered a fake smile...

If I was being honest, Grover disliked me as much as I did him. Where I was annoyed with his cowardice and whininess, he didn't like my habit of taking charge of literally everything and telling him off whenever he was a poor influence on Percy. I think he was jealous of me too, since Percy and I spent a lot of time together... I mean I was tutoring Percy, I spent at least two hours a day with him getting his grades to solid B's! Percy was actually very smart and he just needed some TLC to showcase it. That was what I excelled it.

If was hoping to get a kiss out of it one day, that was no one's business.

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Mr. Brunner led the museum tour.

He rode up front in his wheelchair, guiding us through the big echoey galleries, past marble statues and glass cases full of really old black-and-orange pottery.

Cassidy was in heaven, looking at the Statues and paintings of Olden times. It was amazing to think that anything could last so long, and hold such sway over modern times.

He gathered us around a thirteen-foot-tall stone column with a big sphinx on the top, and started telling us how it was a grave marker, a stele, for a girl about our age. He told us about the carvings on the sides. it was hard to listen to though, as several idiots behind them were chattering. Percy kept on telling them to shut it, and then the evil Mrs. Dodds, would give me the evil eye.

Mrs. Dodds was this little math teacher from Georgia who always wore a black leather jacket, even though she was fifty years old. She looked mean enough to ride a Harley right into your locker. She had come to Yancy halfway through the year, when our last math teacher had a nervous breakdown. From her first day, Mrs. Dodds loved Nancy Bobofit and figured Percy was devil spawn. She was a little hesitant around me though, mostly as the other teachers adored me and I helped make her class life easier with assisting the other students with their work. I could tell she disliked me though, her glares were pretty intense and she gritted her teeth a lot.

Mr. Brunner kept talking about Greek funeral art.

Finally, Nancy Bobofit snickered something about the naked guy on the stele, and Percy turned around and said, "Will you shut up?"

The whole group laughed. Mr. Brunner stopped his story.

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

Adorably Percy's entire face was totally red. "No, sir."

Mr. Brunner pointed to one of the pictures on the stele. "Perhaps you'll tell us what this picture represents?"

To My pride, with one look at the carving Percy seemed to recognize it. "That's Kronos eating his kids, right?"

"Yes," Mr. Brunner said, obviously not satisfied. "And he did this because ..."

"Well...Kronos was the king god, and-"

"God?" Mr. Brunner asked.

"Titan," He corrected myself. "And ... he didn't trust his kids, who were the gods. So, um, Kronos ate them, right? But his wife hid baby Zeus, and gave Kronos a rock to eat instead. And later, when Zeus grew up, he tricked his dad, Kronos, into barfing up his brothers and sisters-"

"Eeew!" said one girl.

"-and so there was this big fight between the gods and the Titans," he continued, "and the gods won."

Some snickers from the group.

Behind me, Nancy Bobofit mumbled to a friend, "Like we're going to use this in real life. Like it's going to say on our job applications, 'Please explain why Kronos ate his kids.'"

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

"Busted," Grover muttered.

"Shut up," Nancy hissed, her face even brighter red than her hair.

At least Nancy got packed, too. Mr. Brunner was the only one who ever caught her saying anything wrong. He had radar ears.

Percy shrugged. "I don't know, sir."

"I see." Mr. Brunner looked disappointed but before he could go on, I piped up.

"Maybe because it was his own fault his prophecy came true." Everyone turned to me, including Mr. Brunner who looked curious. "Kronos was worried that his kids would overthrow him because of a prophecy his father gave him after his castrated and dethroned him. But it was that worry that caused him to eat them and then in turn them to rebel because their Mother Rhea sought help to raise Zeus in secret from Gaia. Had he not done that, none of it would have happened and he might have ruled indefinitely. I guess a good lesson to take from this story would be don't abuse others and expect no retalitation, don't read into prophecy and end us causing the issues you feared and don't abuse your kids... or subjects too I guess. Also one finds their destiny on the road to avoid it... yeah that seems to be it."

There was silence, something I prided myself in creating since my class was obnoxious as hell.

Mr. Brunner actually clapped for me. "Very good, I guess that is half credit to each of you. Now I do believe it is time for lunch." Everyone stared to move away to go devour their food and be more annoying then normal when Mr. Brunner called back out. " Mr. Jackson."

Naturally I was annoyed, the annoying teacher often isolated and called Percy out while ignoring others. It was frustrating as Percy tried so hard but it never seemed to be enough... still, I could not nothing so I went with the annoying Sheep boy and sent Percy a kind pitying look as we reached the outside.

The class gathered on the front steps of the museum, where we could watch the foot traffic along Fifth Avenue.

Overhead, there was a massive storm brewing. Stuff like that had been happening a lot lately so it was easy to ignore.

The various kids were being stupid, with the worse being Nancy Bobfit attempting to pickpocket anyone that came close to her. Not successfully but naturally no one cared enough to stop her, especially Mrs. Dodds.

Together, when Percy returned, we all sat on edge of the water fountain. It was nice, more comfortable then the stairs and left me feeling sort of happy to be away from the others and their stupidity.

"Detention?" Grover asked.

"Nah," Percy said. "Not from Brunner. I just wish he'd lay off me sometimes. I mean-I'm not a genius. Not everyone is like Cass."

"You don't have to be Percy." I said, putting an arm around Percy. "Your smarter then most of the people I have ever met. Hell, if it wasn't for your Dyslexia you'd have grades as good as mine. Your really smart." I relished in Percy's flush, even if I knew nothing would ever happen from it, it was fun to know I had that kind of power. To make my friend feel better, I gave him half off my choclate covered almonds and he dug into them with a relish that made me smile.

Everything was going well, Percy seemed finally happy, when Nancy Bobfit decided it was a good idea to come over... then she dumped her half-eaten lunch in Grover's lap.

"Oops." She grinned at me with her crooked teeth. Her freckles were orange, as if somebody had spray painted her face with liquid Cheetos.

The world rippled around me, I gasped as Rage sank into my skin... it wasn't mine, but it added to the fire of my own rage. I gritted my teeth and shook as red overtook my vision... then I saw it.

A wave of water whipped around Percy and in a flash, Nancy was sitting on her butt in the fountain, screaming, "Percy pushed me!"

Mrs. Dodds materialized next to us.

Some of the kids were whispering: "Did you see-"

"-the water-"

"-like it grabbed her-

The shock was enough that my rage seemed unimportant, even if my body ached with power that I couldn't explain... a power that always came, itching under my skin whever I was angry or manic.

As soon as Mrs. Dodds was sure poor little Nancy was okay, promising to get her a new shirt at the museum gift shop, etc., etc., Mrs. Dodds turned on Percy. There was a tri-umphant fire in her eyes, as if he;d done something she'd been waiting for all semester. "Now, honey-"

"I know," Percy grumbled. "A month erasing workbooks."

That wasn't the right thing to say.

"Come with me," Mrs. Dodds said.

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

She glared at him so hard his whiskery chin trembled.

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

"But-"

"You-will-stay-here."

Grover looked desperate, knowing he failed... then I stood and with all I had I slammed my fist into Nancy's ugly face, something that ended with a loud satisfying crunch. She screamed bloody murder and blood sprayed from her face. I felt it touch my face, easing my rage. I broke her nose and split her ugly lips, something I would be punished for later but I didn't care. She was awful and no one ever punished her so I did it for them.

Then I turned to a stunned Percy and Mrs. Dodds. "We can go together."

Without waiting, I grabbed both of their arms and used that burning power under my skin to pull them towards the Muesem where we would have some privacy. Ms. Dodds fought against my grip but whatever was going on made me really strong. I was tiny, less then Four Foot five but whenever I was made I could throw around full grown adults. I had done it many times before, she had no chance.

My rage may have also made me less intelligent and more likely to do dumb things, like literally drag my teacher into a building...

Eventually we landed in the Greek and Roman Exhibit and I felt some of my rage release, leaving me calmer and very tired.

"Alright, let's do this."

Mrs. Dodds stood with her arms crossed in front of a big marble frieze of the Greek gods. She was making this weird noise in her throat, like growling. Only her growls were matched by a literal shivering as she walked away from me.

"You've been giving us problems, honey," she said, clearly speaking towards Percy as I never got in trouble, at least not in this school.

Percy got that too and said, "Yes, ma'am."

She tugged on the cuffs of her leather jacket. "Did you really think you would get away with it?"

The look in her eyes was beyond mad. It was evil. "I'll-I'll try harder, ma'am."

Thunder shook the building.

I stood in front of Percy, feeling more rage sink into my Skin, making me shake and my muscle ache with familiar painful power.

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

I didn't know what she was talking about.

Maybe they knew about Percy's illegal Candy black market? Or the fact that I had been guilting other students into paying me then beating them in cards to get a lot of pocket money. I may have may about six hundred dollars from rich brats... oops.

"Well?" she demanded.

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

"Your time is up," she hissed. "Both of yours."

Then the weirdest thing happened. Her eyes began to glow like barbecue coals. Her fingers stretched, turning into talons. Her jacket melted into large, leathery wings. She wasn't human. She was a shriveled hag with bat wings and claws and a mouth full of yellow fangs, and she was about to slice Percy to ribbons.

Then things got even strange

Mr. Brunner, who'd been out in front of the museum a minute before, wheeled his chair into the doorway of the gallery, holding a pen in his hand.

"What ho, Percy!" he shouted, and tossed the pen through the air.

Mrs. Dodds lunged at Percy, and without hesitating I used my one year of forced football practice to tackle her away, slamming her hard into the wall with all I had. She screeched in agony and shoved me away before throwing herself at Percy.

She snarled, "Die, honey!" Then she flew straight at Percy.

Percy's fear was palpable and I ran towards him but she was flying, literally, too fast.

Then he swung the sword.

The metal blade hit her shoulder and passed clean through her body as if she were made of water. Hisss!

Mrs. Dodds was a sand castle in a power fan. She exploded into yellow powder, vaporized on the spot, leaving nothing but the smell of sulfur and a dying screech.

There was a ballpoint pen in Percy's hand, and I was horrified enough that I pulled my friend into my arms, squeezing too hard. Hard enough that his back cracked and he pulled away gasping.

"You saw that, right?"

"Yes... I did. We have to interrogate Mr. Brunner."

Together they went outside.

It had started to rain.

Grover was sitting by the fountain, a museum map tented over his head. Nancy Bobofit was sobbing to her brutish friends, playing the part of the victim only to freeze then flee when I looked at her.

She called out. " I hope Mrs. Kerr Kicked your butt!"

Percy said, "Who?"

"Our teacher. Duh!" Another student said, snarling at me as they said it. I glared again and stepped closer, making them flee in fear. Yeah, it was satisifying even if the mania was fading, leaving my muscles limp noodles. I was read yot nap.

Still, there was something more important then that... we had no teacher named Mrs. Kerr.

Percy asked Grover where Mrs. Dodds was.

He said, "Who?"

But he had paused, I felt something weird around him. "Your a terrible liar, Grover. Be honest, now."

He was literally shaking, his eyes wide. "I, I, I'm not..." He stood and ran off. " I have to go to the bathroom."

Thunder boomed overhead. Percy turned to me. "Your right, he's a bad liar... what the heck is happening?"

"Not a clue... but I know who does."

Together they marched over to Mr. Brunner, who was sitting under his red umbrella, reading his book, as if he'd never moved. He smelt wrong though, odd as that was to sad. The air around him felt... and smelt sort of odd. I couldn't explain it. It was like when I felt Percy's rage, when it sank into me... only this was sharp and made me tingle with...

Fear.

"Your afraid." I said, keeping my voice low. Still he heard it."

"Afraid, Mr. Jenkins? Of what could I possibly be afraid of?" Mr. Brunner was a far better liar then Grover but the air around him wasn't lying... I couldn't explain what I was feeling... but I knew I was right. He looked over to Percy. " Ah, that would be my pen. Please bring your own writing utensil in the future, Mr. Jackson."

Percy handed Mr. Brunner his pen.

"Sir," Percy said, "where's Mrs. Dodds?"

He stared at me blankly. "Who?"

"The other chaperone. Mrs. Dodds. The pre-algebra teacher."

He frowned and sat forward, looking mildly concerned. "Percy, there is no Mrs. Dodds on this trip. As far as I know, there has never been a Mrs. Dodds at Yancy Academy. Are you feeling all right?"

I was done. "Your not a great liar either. We saw that pen become a sword, you will be honest or you will suffer later. Am I clear?" Without waiting, I dragged Percy away, ignoring the man's sputtering.

I was naturally angry now and I needed to be a safe distance away. Percy, knowing me well enough grabbed my hand as we sat on the fountain and just let me relax with his touch.

"You okay?"

"Not at all..." I pulled down my shirt, showing a new bruise. "She shoved me away, it was the only time someone has ever overpowered me... something is wrong Percy."

"I know... but you've got my back, right?"

"And you mine?"

My friend and I shared a look, and this time the air was charged with something very different and I felt myself feel lighter and less tired but not stronger... just more grounded...

And I knew everything would be alright.

:::

Chiron was afraid, he had seen the fight between Percy, Cassidy and Alecto. It wasn't complex or impressive, but it showed promise... at least for Percy. Cassidy had managed to physically overpower a Fury with sheer force, even for a second and didn't go flying when she shoved him away even slightly. They had thought he was a demigod or legacy but hadn't been sure. Grover's empathy had no power over the boy... not even slightly, he felt not a single emotion around him. he was rarely beautiful and intelligent on par with and surpassing many demigods of Athena...

But he was wrathful like a child of Ares and lacked the calm so common around children of Athena...

He radiated a sense of youth like a Legacy of Hebe without the divine edge.

He was strong enough to have beaten several adults and children at just twelve years old, resulting in his attendance at Yancy Academy.

He was also very familiar... oddly so, but Chiron couldn't pinpoint it.

Percy was definitely Poseidon's child, that was as obvious as the thunder cloud above them... but Cassidy was something different entirely...

Something he had never encountered...

He hoped he was to be trusted...

He had come for Percy but now it seemed that Cassidy had to be a priority as well. Hopefully he was worth it.

Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.

Yes this is a rewrite, I will get this idea right without falling into cliches damn it! It is an all time goal of mine.

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Love, Your Ninja Overlord,

Mika.