Hello! It's been a long time, and for that, I'm sorry. But it's going to be two years this October, and Whitney and I have been thinking about redoing this for a long time! So we're rewriting the original story, with mostly the same things, only a better writing and less plot holes. (And updates soon!)

For my new readers? I'm Riley, and this is half of the story. The other half is written by my co-author and best friend, Whitney (Emilie). This is the tale of me (Elena), had we been born in the universe of Percy Jackson.

This story is going to consist of three parts. Don't worry, it will all be in this fic.

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson. However, I do own the OC Elena, and my co author owns Emilie.

WARNING! There ARE spoilers for The Lost Hero series, so read with caution.

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PART 1

I always knew I was special. It wasn't that I was vain, or spoiled, or whatever, I just knew.

I tend to get rained out when I go swimming, which isn't that unusual, but I've always gotten the feeling that it's not just a coincidence, like the sky hates me or something. Which, admittedly, makes sense now, but seemed so irrational back then. And my mother- she couldn't give a shit about me. Sure, she gave me the basic things a person needs, but she's never there. She is always dating some stupid guy, who later breaks her heart. She never listens to my warnings. That's another thing- warnings. I always tend to know when something is going to happen, or if I talk about something, suddenly, its everywhere. Or I don't get attached to things if they don't last. It's always been weird like that.

Once, when I was young, possibly three or four, our apartment was broken into. I don't remember anything of the actual event, but when the police arrived the next morning, they found large scratches on the window and a pile of sand next to my bed. We moved the next afternoon.

The summer of seventh grade was unusual as well. There had been a lot of 'natural' disasters that seemed fishy to Emilie and I, and all of a sudden, her aunt took us down to Mexico for the holidays. Which, in any other family, would have been normal, but neither of us had ever left the city. And as we were leaving, we saw hordes of kids, who were our age or a little bit older, in full ancient battle armor charging down the streets after monsters. We were told we had an active imagination.

I never had many friends, either. Sure, I had a best friend for a year or so, but they would always leave me for someone better. Other than Emilie, of course. She's like me, really. No friends, dyslexia, ADD or ADHD or whatever, and… I don't know, there's always been something about her. Something that makes her different. I've know her for years, and it's like we're family. Much more so than our blood relations. Our dads left before we were born, or shortly thereafter, and my mom is well… you know. And her mom, she's in a mental hospital. It's not her fault, but still. So she lives with her aunt, Sammy.

Then hit fall of our second year in high school. That's when all the 'normality' ended. Stop. Pause. Whatever. Sure you want to keep reading? For everything I tell you is true. Every word. I'm not lying. Oh, and one more thing: I didn't believe in God. Still don't. No, what I believe in is gods.

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"ERIC. GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE. I MEAN IT THIS TIME," I screamed across the field, as my friend Eric trudged over to me, carrying both of our weapons. Gods don't have DNA, so, well, he's kind of a relative. In a way. He was the son of a god. Greek god. Turns out they're real. Every one of them.

Erik handed me my sword, a traditional Greek blade, made Celestial Bronze. It felt familiar and comfortable in my palm, the result of months of training. I swung it in front of me, slicing through the air, as if cutting through the enemy. Eric looked down at his own weapon to see if he had broken the string. He ran his hand over the curve of the bow, and plucked the string. A slight vibration reverberated through the bow, making it shutter for a brief moment, before the string pulled taught again. He pushed his sweaty blonde hair back in a futile attempt to move it from his eyes. It simply flopped back into place. I patted the pocket of my skinny jeans for a hairclip, pulling one from the right, and offering it to him. He snorted but took it anyway, pinning his hair to the side.

"Took you long enough," I grinned, "Ready to head over?" He nodded, so we sprinted over to a niche that fits the two of us, as we're nearly identical in body size. We crouched behind a large boulder, and waited. In a few moments, the alarm for the game of capture the flag went off. People suddenly were everywhere- slicing at other's chests, tumbling in heavy Greek armor, clashing blade against blade.

Erik had been at Camp Half-Blood for nearly two years, but he was only half as good as I was, when it came to this. He was good at long-distance fighting; being the son of Apollo had it's advantages and disadvantages, after all. This, apparently, was the latter. We'd taken to hiding out in this certain place until someone walked into our line of fire, either mine or his, after I saved his ass a few months ago from a horde of Ares campers. We weren't very close friends, but he was still nice to hang with.

I saw Emilie run by, brandishing her black and purple sword, kicking twelve year olds in the face, because that's pretty the only thing she can manage. Her long, wavy mahogany hair trailing behind her, her dark doe eyes gleaming as she strikes and evades. I smirk and stand from my crouching position, and head into the battle. I run almost head first into a Demeter girl, knocking her unconscious with the butt of my sword. She didn't have time to snake her vines around my ankles, pulling me down as I'd seen her do to others on my side. Neither Emilie or I had been claimed, so we didn't know what kind of strange powers we might have inherited from our parents. It was an exception to Percy's agreement, it seemed, because every other demigod had been claimed at twelve or thirteen, yet we, at sixteen, had been at camp for six months, with no word from our parents.

Knocking down a smaller Ares girl, I thought about who could have possibly been my godly parent. All of the women were out of the question, and as much as Emilie and I were alike, I was sure we weren't siblings. A shock to my chest brought me back out of my thoughts as a larger version on the little girl I was fighting came into view.

"Clarisse," I growled.

"Elena," she said, with distain. Three or four months ago, at dinner, I'd been discussing some of the old Greek stories with Eric, specifically the one about Ares and Aphrodite being caught in Hephaestus' golden net, when I'd stumbled over a crack in the pavilion and knocked my tray of food on Clarisse. Not the most original or elegant way to make someone despise you from the get-go.

I parried as she launched her attack. The tip managed to nick me, however, sending a shock up my arm. It reverberated through my entire body, in a wave of heat and jitters. I stumbled backwards, my ankle catching on a root, causing me to fall backwards, my head hitting the ground with a sickening crack. My vision blurred as Clarisse advanced towards me. I vaguely felt her grab the straps of my breastplate, and felt myself being dragged across the ground. The sound of campers fighting was at the back of my mind, but all I could think of was the splashing I heard behind me as I was being dragged into the lake. One final tug and I was pulled into the deep water, sinking quickly, paralyzed in part by being shocked and having a concussion, and part by fear. I was sinking, going deeper and deeper. I couldn't see, everything was murky. I started to thrash around, I couldn't get a grip as I sunk into the lake's depths. Water clouded my vision, and it felt as if I was being pulled to the bottom. I could see the girls of the lake peering at me with curiosity, yet none of them tried to help.

I was three. My mother, who was holding my hand for the last time, brought me to the pool on our apartment's roof. The cement was cracked, the paint was fading, and it didn't have a lifeguard, but at the time, it was amazing. The walls looking over the side of the building were only a few feet high, but there was a chain link fence above that, which probably saved my life. All I remember, other than that image, was being taken to the water by my mother, and her hands holding me under.

I was slowly gaining the consciousness that I was sure I was supposed to be loosing. Everything was becoming clearer, and nothing hurt. Then I realized how much time had passed. 'What the hell?'

I stopped struggling, and looked around. I was at the bottom of the lake, except I could see. Just like as if I was on land. I went on a hunch, and took a slow breath in. The water filled my lungs but it felt as natural as breathing on land. 'Perhaps even more so,' I thought. I touched my orange camp shirt, and to my wonder, it felt dry to the touch. Then it hit me. My dad. When I looked up, I could see it. The water was being illuminated by a glowing blue trident. I pushed off the bottom of the lake, and swam towards the surface.

When I broke the surface, people were arguing, or glancing worriedly towards the water. Percy was running towards the lake with a young girl I'd seen around camp, from the Hypnos cabin, who was awake for once. He reached the edge of the water and stared.

"Whoa," he said, and other people started to take notice of me breaking the surface, too. Emilie, who was arguing with Mr. D, looked over and raised an eyebrow, giving me a fond wink. Percy, regaining his thoughts, waded a few feet in the water, and held a had out to me. I gladly took it, and was pulled to shore.

The symbol was fading, but everyone had seen it. Percy put his arm around me, and grinned.

"Looks like Poseidon wasn't kidding, huh?" he said, then leaned in and whispered, "I was waiting for a sign. I'll see you in a little while." He released me, and maneuvered through the crowed.

"Another one?" Mr. D said, and shook his head. He didn't look pleased.

A couple of people patted me on the shoulder, or hugged me. They were all looking relieved and excited.

"We though you were drowning!"

"….could'a claimed you earlier…"

"…can't believe it! Two in one day?"

"Wait, what is going on?" I shouted, exasperated and tired of all the cryptic words.

"You were just claimed as a daughter of Poseidon," Chiron confirmed as he walked over to me, "and your friend, Emilie, was claimed as a child of Hades a few minutes ago."

"Really?" I said, but I didn't really have any doubts. Hades fit Emilie, it was more of a shock we hadn't seen it earlier, "Why did they take so long to claim us? Didn't Percy- my brother- say they had to claim us?" Chiron paused for a moment, perhaps he didn't know either.

"Well, it might have been the reluctance to say they had broken their vows twice… and your weariness toward water may have played a part in it."

"Oh," I said, a bit embarrassed. If I had just fallen in the lake six months ago, I could have avoided this.

He nodded, "Alright! Now, everyone to the bonfire for the sing-a-long. Blue team won!" Chiron announced, and campers nodded, heading to the bonfire, tonight's color would be of excitement. I was patted on the back a few more times, being the child of one of the big three was something to respect. When nearly everyone had left, I spotted Emilie still sitting on the ground, her back against the tree.

I walked over, and squatted next to her, and brushed my short black hair out of my eyes.

"Hey. Heard your dad is the king of dead people," I said.

She smiled, and tried to get up, but grimaced. There was a shallow but long cut on her thigh, "And I guess your dad wasn't trying to drown you all these years," I scowled as she spoke.

"No, that was my mom," I said bitterly.

"So, you going to help me up, or should I call over the Apollo cabin? They're always looking for someone to fix."

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Lying on my back, in my new bed, my eyes traced the room. No one could find Percy, but no one was really looking for him, either. At his age and status at camp, he could nearly get away with anything. Not that he didn't get in trouble anymore, it's just that he didn't get caught as often.

Earlier that night, after the bonfire, which I had spent singing along with Lou Ellen, a Hecate girl, Percy had snuck into the bonfire with Annabeth in hand, and no one seemed to notice. Afterwards, Conner and Travis dropped off my few belongings- literally dropped them off, they sent a parachute with my stuff- and as much as I liked the Hermes cabin, they were always taking my hair clips, and I was glad to have a little more space.

This cabin was a little more, well, me. There was a fountain in the back, often used by my brother to send Iris messages, and a lingering scent of the ocean.

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I had a weird dream that night. It's not unusual for demigods to have weird dreams, but this one was different. It was as if my mother was convincing Poseidon to be with her she was being seductive and charming but had a wicked gleam in her eye, and my father was following her with a mindless gaze.

When I awoke, I thought it was as if she were using charmspeak, like the children of Aphrodite. Except my mother was mortal. So it couldn't be charmspeak. But something stuck about the dream. Could my mother have actually tricked my father? Could gods be tricked by mortals? I didn't know. I looked over and saw Percy sleeping, having finished whatever he had to do earlier. I would ask him in the morning, I decided. The sun hadn't even risen yet, so I fell back into a fitful sleep.

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"ELENA. GET UP!" a voice screamed at me, groaning as I rolled over, "I MEAN IT."

Emilie.

A muffled groan traveled from a few beds over, and some mumbled words I roughly made out to be 'tell your shadow to shut up.' I pulled the blue silk sheets and the down comforter back over my head. I didn't feel like getting up just yet- I wanted more time in the cabin. But Emilie wasn't the patient type.

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