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"This is a sentence." - The voice of the Wild (or Η φωνή της άγριας if your feeling Greek).

"This is a sentence." - Animals replying.

"This is also a sentence." - Normal speaking.

'This is probably a sentence.' - Thoughts.

Alex POV

Alex slept for most of the flight over to California staying awake only for the take off and the landing. At this point in her life Alex was pretty used to strange things happening around her; she had flowers growing in her hair, she could talk to and command wild animals, she could run further and faster than she should be able to, she even had some strange effect on plants making them grow and move more erratically. Even though she was used to all of theses things, she was still surprised when something happened the minute she stepped off the plane. Alex felt a presence made her feel safe, like she could run for hours through the thickest jungle but also made her feel strangely sad. "Daughter..." A voice whispered to her on the wind. The voice was like her Voice of the Wild but was deeper, older and infinitely more tired. It was like the roar of an ancient lion preparing to die. "Come find me." The presence then faded away though she could still feel it in the distance. Alex looked down at Fading Feather whom she had cradled in her arms; he too looked as if he had just lost something important "Did you hear that voice too, Fading Feather?"

"I did not hear the voice, but I did fell the presence. It rejuvenated my strength, I feel as if I could fly for miles."

"The voice called me daughter and asked me to come find it."

"Then you must go, alone."

"Alone? But what about you? Why cant you come?"

"That was the voice of your father, and our lord Wildling. He did not call for me so I shall not go.

"What if I make you come with me?"

Fading Feather sighed in away that only birds can and shot Alex a long-suffering look. "As I said before he is my lord Wildling. For me to go without being called would be disrespectful and-"

"Enough." Alex snapped. "You call me Wildling. The Wild cant be tamed and is disobedient. If he gets mad at you coming with me I'll just remind him of that. No one can call themselves lord of the Wild and be mad when their child is Wild, instead they should be proud.

Fading Feather did not get a chance to answer as Vernon's voice cut through their conversation "Girl!" Vernon glared. "Stop dawdling and get over here. We're leaving."

The city they had just landed in was San Francisco and they had now hired a taxi to take them to their new home which was on 37 Vendola Drive Marin County. When they arrived at their new home they saw a beautiful two story home with a respectable sized backyard. The back fence had a gate which opened up to a small pier on a river. The first floor consisted of one small bathroom, a living room, a lounge, a large kitchen and the laundry. The second floor had one large Master bedroom, one large children's bedroom, one cramped bedroom, one guest bedroom, a study and a storage room. The two larger bedrooms each had en-suites and there was a small attic above the second floor. Needless to say Dudley got the large children's bedroom, Vernon and Petunia got the Master bedroom and Alex was given the small, cramped bedroom. Alex's bedroom had a small bed. At the foot of her bed was a small dresser and beside her bed was a bedside table. Her room had a single window that was directly beside a large tree that she could climb out onto from her window. "Fading Feather, you go make your nest in this tree, I'm going to go to to the local library and read up on the area." Alex said to Fading feather after unpacking her meagre belongings.

Annabeth POV

Annabeth Chase was a small seven year old girl with blonde hair and wise, grey eyes. She lived with her father stepmother and step brothers. Her father had told her at a young age that she was a daughter of Athena, which was the cause of her ADHD and dyslexia. It was also the reason that her father and stepmother frequently told her that she was putting her family in danger just by existing and that they wished she hadn't been born. To make matters worse she had recently started being attacked by spiders that left any time she called for help and left no evidence of being there so her family did not believe her. Because of the scorn that she got from her family she spent most of her day outside of their house where she frequented the library. A this moment she was in the library reading a book on architecture (she wished to be an architect when she grew up) when another girl whom she had never seen before sat down at her table. The girl had long, black, scruffy hair that had purple flowers in it and vibrant forest green eyes. On her forehead, just above her left eye there was a scar shaped like a lightning bolt. She was small in stature, and while she was more muscled than the average seven year old she looked slightly underfed. Her clothes were tattered and dirty and she was barefoot. She was also carrying a stack of books on the various fauna and flora of America "Hey, I'm Alex. Who're you?" The girl – Alex as she now knew smiled at her,

"M-my names Annabeth" she stuttered. Alex's eyes gave her the once over and her smile faltered slightly. "You're like me, aren't you?" Her eyes hardened. "People like us need to stick together."

"Like us?" Annabeth asked nervously, fairly certain she knew what the other girl meant. "People who's family don't like them." Alex answered.

"I – I don't –"

Alex cut her off. "I said we're the same, remember? You don't have to be afraid to speak to me. My family likes pretending I don't exist. I have to scavenge for my own food. Anyways as I said, people like us need to stick together, so wanna be friends?" Annabeth's brain short circuited. No one had ever asked to be her friend before. "S-sure" She stumbled over the word. "Great! Uh, just so you know I've never actually had a friend before so I don't really know how to do it but I figured I'd just tell you about myself and then you could do the same." Annabeth wondered how this confident girl had never had friends before. "Right so, as you know I'm Alex and I like plants, animals particularly wild ones and I hate pollution and stuff like that. My favourite foods gotta be venison, like I had it once and mmm it was yum. Ooh also I've got ADHD and dyslexia which makes it hard to read, but I power through." Alarm bells went off in Annabeth's head when she heard that recognising those as symptoms of being a demigod. "So what about you?" Alex's voice cut through her thoughts.

"Well, I love to read, I want to be an architect when I grow up, I like strategy games and my favourite food is burgers. I hate spiders and I also have ADHD and dyslexia." Annabeth and Alex continued to chat for a bit more, bonding over their dislike of their family and their joined love of knowledge. "Hey, Annabeth wanna know a secret?" Alex asked her. "Sure. What is it?" Alex looked around to make sure no one was listening and leaned closer. "See these flowers?" She whispered. "I don't just put them in my hair, they grow there." Annabeth silently put the pieces together. The ADHD and dyslexia, the flowers growing in her hair. "I have a secret too." Annabeth whispered. "It has to do with my mother, Do you want to hear it?"

"Ok..." Alex said, sounding confused at this response.

"Right, So my Dad met my Mom in Harvard when he was studying there and they fell in love. A bit later when my Dad had moved back to San Francisco, my Dad found me on his doorstep in a golden cradle with a note there from my Mom. The note explained some things about me and about Mom's true Identity." Annabeth looked Alex straight in the eyes and said "I am a Demigod daughter of Athena and I think you are a Demigod too."

Alex looked even more confused. "A Demigod? Really?"

"Yes, symptoms of being a Demigod are, but not limited to ADHD, which is our battle reflexes and dyslexia which is because our brains are hard wired to read and speak Greek."

"Well that does explain a few things." Alex said, looking thoroughly shocked. "It does? Like what? Annabeth asked curiously.

"Well, the flowers for one, and I am fluent in Greek, But that's not all there is."

"What else is there?" Annabeth asked, her face alight with the prospect of getting more knowledge. Alex laughed at the look on her face. "I have this cool thing which I call the Voice of the Wild, it lets me speak to and command any animal and also I can run further and faster than a normal child could."

"That's so cool! From my mother I got intelligence and near perfect recall. Also what does it sound like?"

"It's a bit hard to describe but the best way I can describe it is to say it sounds like the Wild. Depending on what I'm saying it can sound like the trickle of a stream or the crash of a waterfall, it could sound like the roar of a lion or the song of a bird, it could sound like the rustle of a breeze through trees, or the snap of branches in a storm, it could be the stampeding hooves of a herd or the silent footfalls of a predator."

"Awesome." Annabeth whispered "Can I hear it?" Annabeth then heard a sound that sounded like she was standing in a forest, by a stream, listening to bird song. "That sounded... Amazing. What did you say?" Alex smiled. "I called you my friend."

Annabeth and Alex chatted for bit more until Annabeth noticed that it was getting dark. "I should be getting home Alex. Bye."

"Bye" Alex replied. On her way home Annabeth smiled, feeling happier than she had in a long time, not even her family could get her mood down.

Alex POV

Alex smiled as she rushed back to her relatives home, relishing the feeling of the wind going through her hair. She felt positively giddy; she had never had a friend before, well at least never a human friend, and she couldn't wait to tell Fading Feather what she had found out. When she stepped into her relatives home her good mood was dampened slightly when she heard her Aunts shrieking voice. "Girl! Get over here, I need to speak to you!" Her Aunt sounded disgusted at the thought of talking to Alex. "What is it Aunt?" Alex asked in an annoyed voice.

"Don't take that tone with me, Freak!" Alex's Aunt spat. "We don't want you in this part of the house, so we'll be covering up your door. You can leave and enter through your window." Alex's Aunt looked particularly happy with this idea. "Now get out of my house, Freak!" Alex's Aunt picked Alex's small body and bodily threw her back out the door, not even blinking when Alex's head struck the pavement and Alex cried out in pain. Alex blinked blearily trying to shake of the pain. She didn't even notice her uncle until he spoke to her. "We've been too lenient with you Girl. Now I don't want to see a hide nor hair of you ever again. Got that, Freak?" Alex moaned and let out a quiet "Y-yes" Her Uncle gave her a swift kick in the ribs. "What was that, Freak?" Alex brought her arms in and hugged herself. "Yes, Uncle."

"Good now go." Her Uncle turned to leave before he turned back and kicked her in the face. Alex whimpered as she heard her nose crack. "Don't call me uncle Freak, we aren't your family. Alex lay there on the ground for a moment before picking herself up off the ground and shambling towards the tree that she could use to climb to her window. She groaned as she climbed her battered body screaming in protest at her use of it so soon after her beating. As she climbed through her window and flopped onto her bed she heard a flutter of wing and a concerned voice speak "Are you alright Wildling?"

"I'm fine Fading Feather. I just need to set my nose and I'll be good."

"Who did this to you? It was those monsters you live with wasn't it? I'll kill them, I'll tear out their kidneys and feast on their flesh, I'll-"

"While all of that would be nice Fading Feather, if you did I'd be too afraid that they'd hurt you, so can you instead get me some prickly pear. I can use it to reduce the pain."

"Very well Wildling, but I shall avenge you." Fading Feather then flew out the window to look for the prickly pear. Alex Put a cloth in her mouth preparing to set her nose. 'Alright Alex.' She thought to herself. 'On three. One, two, THREE!' There was a sickening crunch as her nose went back into place and pain shot through her body. "MRARRGGH." Alex let out a muffled scream and spat out the cloth. When Fading Feather flew back in with the prickly pear she muttered a quick thank you and hurried to turn it into a poultice. After applying it she turned to Fading Feather and said "I made a friend today."

"Whats their name?"

"Annabeth. She told me some interesting things about my parentage."

"Ahh. So you know then?"

"Not who my parent is, but I know that their a god."

"When you go answer his call you can find out, but for now you should rest, and introduce me to this friend of yours.

"Alright, goodnight Fading Feather."

"Goodnight Wildling

AN:

If you are from America or Europe please note that I am from way down in NZ and that if I get things wrong don't blame me as all of my facts come from the internet; For instance I'm not 100% certain that you can find Prickly pears in San Francisco.

Thanks, Demi-Hermitcrab.