I got a new idea, and I haven't even finishes my other stories. I am probably going to delete some of them. The "Start of the Beginning" story is going to be redone and revised… partially because of the information… Anyways, I will try hard to get caught up. I just have so many ideas. I even have about three of my own original ones. I introduce… THE SAGA OF TRATIE!

1 (It's kind of like a bad Twilight in the beginning.)

I watched helplessly as the canister soared in the air towards him. My right leg was covered with blood, and pain shot through me behind the eyes. I was in immense pain, and it might not even be worth it. It didn't seem that the canister was going to make it.

Curse the day I got that letter. I had a bad feeling about it from the start. Every day since then was a rollercoaster; emotions, friendships, relationships, and lives went up and down, and it all started on that Friday morning, the day the winter holidays began.

BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!

My hand slammed down on the snooze button. I was not ready to get up, but right as I was about to fall back asleep when my blinds whooshed open letting the sunlight stream in causing pain behind my eyes.

"Wake up, Katie-bug!" my overprotective father, Bruno, said, "Breakfast in ten!"

I groaned into my pillow as he walked out of the room to wake up my other siblings.

I lifted my head heavily and trudged out of bed to my armoire. I grabbed my skinny jeans and my green uniform top and crammed on my black high-tops. I walked to my bathroom and jumped at what I saw in the mirror.

Bags were under my eyes, my hair was a rats' nest, and my pimple still hadn't gone away. I hated being seventeen. Carefully, I combed my hair and tied it in a low braid that rested on my right shoulder. Next, I washed my face. I had hoped it would go away with a good night's sleep after I washed it like twenty times. Too bad that good night's sleep didn't come.

That's right, I had a demigod dream, and let me tell you; not a good one.

Anyways, after brushing my teeth, I trotted downstairs and into the mud room to pack up my knapsack. I had only stuffed in my binder when my stepmother Carrie yelled, "Breakfast!"

I heard the thumping of six kids all over the house to dining room. We are a really "trying to be" close family so we always had breakfast and dinner together and we cooked. Rarely did we have a person missing.

I casually walked into the dining room to see all of my family waiting for me. I sat down next to them.

"Late," Layla said, "As usual." I glared at her, but she just smirked as they started the blessing. Right as they ended I grabbed the juiciest piece of bacon and tossed it into the fireplace behind me.

"Demeter," I said then I poured myself a bowl of cereal. Tori and Tara groaned.

"How come Katie always gets the best piece of bacon?" they wined in unionism. I started to pour the milk as I replied evenly, "We live on a farm, my mom is the goddess of farming, we make her mad with bad food, bad things happen. Again, we live on a farm and bad things agriculture-wise are not a good thing."

Tori humfed and Tara crossed her arms over her chest. The triplets snickered.

My stepfamily is huge. I have a step mom with six kids. The oldest, Layla, is my age (I'm older by one month), and I absolutely hate her guts. Next are the triplets: Xander, Xian, and Xavier. They're all thirteen, and I'm pretty cool with them; however, they're too material which is not my style. Finally, there is Tara and Tori, the twins, and they too are materialistic.

Wait, back up, they're all materialistic. They stay inside all day which drives me and my dad nuts, but he just forgets about it in about six seconds when Carrie says, "They're just not accustomed to country life yet."

Not accustomed my butt!

My dad met Carrie at the Oklahoma City airport five years ago while taking me to camp. They clicked and by the end of the summer, I had a stepmom. I hated it and swore I wouldn't come home from camp that year, but I did and wished I could go back. Her kids hate me.

Anyways, my family was telling their dreams from the night. I zoned out when Layla went on and on about this kid in our school, Luke. I shivered at the name. After the war it had been a soft spot for everyone at camp.

Layla caught my shiver and asked, "How was your dream, Katie? I could hear you from the other room."

"Shush it, Layla. It's none of your business," I sneered as I chomped down on Wheaties.

"Just tell us!" Xavier sighed exasperated. I rolled my eyes.

"We Greeks were fighting the Romans and the evil giant army came and swallowed us whole and Khione took over the United States and soon the world," I said with no emotion. "No biggie."

Everybody was silent except for Layla who muttered "freak." I clenched the spoon in my hand tightly trying not to let anger get the best of me.

"Yeah right, like the world is really gonna be handed over to a bunch of tall guys," Xander said. I raised my eyebrows and looked at my dad. His expression said "He did not just say that!"

"You'll save us, right?" Tori and Tara chorused. I nodded.

"Of course!" I said. "I mean we do have the best army and leaders in the world, but…" my voice trailed off.

"What happened, Katie?" Dad asked. He seemed concerned.

"I got a call from Chiron a week ago and… Percy's missing," I said quietly. My dad looked crestfallen, but Layla just rolled her eyes.

"Wow, a guy is missing. So what are you dyslexics going to do?" she asked evilly. My hands clenched into fists.

"Don't call us that!" I growled. She sneered and taunted, "Dyslexic."

"Layla!" Carrie scolded, and Layla just shrugged.

"Whatever," she said. "She's got friends to talk to about it… Wait, they're all dead!"

I grabbed my dagger and stood up angry. Carrie gasped.

"Bruno, how could you let her do that?" she yelled.

"Katie!" he scolded. I handed him the knife, but I stormed out of the room. The flowers on the table had wilted.

"Good riddance," Layla said as she tried to stand up, but she wouldn't budge. She looked down and realized that she was being held to the chair by vines. "KATIE!"

I smiled as I closed the porch door with my backpack and jacket with me. I put my bag on the swing and put my jacket on. Snow fell lightly on me as I ran to the mailbox. When I got there, there were three letters in there. Two were bills, but there was one addressed to me… From Camp Half-Blood!

I tore the envelope open and read the letter:

Dear Katie Gardner,

Thank you agreeing to house a couple of campers for a new project we are trying here at camp. The four campers are packed and ready to go. We should arrive there very soon.

Have a great break,

Chiron, Activities Director

"Wow," I muttered, "Was that vague or what?" Then I thought for a second. "Wait what's up with the housing thing? I didn't agree to house!"

I arrived at the porch to see my dad open the door.

"Hey, Katie, you okay, darlin'," he said. I nodded and handed him his bills. "Hey, Dad, what's this about housing people from camp?"

His eyes widened, "I don't know what you are talking about."

"Housing camp members! Did you say yes without telling me! What if I get Clarisse, or Drew, or worse," I paused dramatically and leaned in and hissed, "the Stolls!"

"Honey, it ain't going to be bad," he said and put a hand on my shoulders. "You're going to have fun this break. I can't wait for Christmas."

"Me either!" I said sarcastically. He didn't see it though.

"Great," he said as the bus pulled up. "Have fun at school and don't worry."

I nodded and headed with my siblings to the bus. As I got on it I sat in my same old seat and thought about his words.

Don't worry, yeah right! Now I'm just going to worry!

Good? R&R.

~bewilder22