I'm kind of going by both the movie and book, because in this first chapter I really didn't want to write about her going back to the school so I'm changing all that because the school part had me inpatient XD

Daughter of the Sea

Chapter One

Yancy Academy was visiting Manhattans Metropolitan Museum of Art to look at ancient Greek and Roman stuff. Pretty useless for a group of delinquents, or so Nikita thought. She at least was enjoying the rare scenery. Yancy usually didn't participate in field trips, it was too much of a risk with students like theirs. Scared of embarrassment more like it by them by doing something stupid. Which was partially Nikita's fault.

Something bad always happens to her on field trips. For example fifth-grade, when she went to the Saratoga battlefield, there was an accident with a Revolutionary War cannon. She was aiming for a deadish looking tree (To put it out of its misery of course) not the school bus, but of course they expelled little ole her anyway. Also before that, in fourth-grade, at the behind-the-scenes tour of a Marine World shark pool, Nikita kind of sort of hit the wrong lever on the catwalk and bye bye goes her class (For some reason they really didn't like swimming with the fishies). And the time before that... never mind hopefully you can catch the drift.

Well that was not going to happen this time, this time Nikita planned to be good. Ever since she could remember Greek art and history fascinated her, among other subjects. Even with the weight of Dyslexia and ADHD Nikita still had a prominent thirst for knowledge. After years of struggling with reading and writing Nikita had a euphony.

It was only letters she had trouble with. So she began learning different languages with characters. Egyptian, Greek, Elder Futhark (For fun mostly), and Mayan was what Nikita mostly centered around. Everything she learned was soaked up in an instant. Her lover for discovering and learning new things speed up the process.

Greek and Egyptian were what Nikita ended up eventually sticking to. 90% of both languages were all symbols which was a plus on her side. As she grew older Nikita just ordered her school and personal books in ether Greek or Egyptian. Though she really didn't tell anyone that little fact, for fear of being persecuted as a weirdo which was common. Also attracting attention really wasn't her thing.

-Goes to Nikita's POV (Too lazy to keep doing it in third person) -

All the way into the city, I put up with Nancy Bobofit, the freckly, redheaded kleptomaniac girl, hitting me in the back of the head with chunks of peanut butter-and-ketchup sandwich (Disgusting in my opinion, her mom most of dropped her when she was a baby). To her I was an easy target, quiet, barley outspoken, and petite.

She knew I couldn't do anything back to her because I was already on probation. The headmaster had threatened me with death by in-school suspension if anything bad, embarrassing, or even mildly entertaining happened on this trip (He was such as spoil sport: p). "I'm going to kill her," I mumbled. Feeling another piece bounce off my head leaving a sticky strands tangled together.

As I went to stand up Trinity grabbed my arm and pulled me back down. "Not worth it Nike". He mumbled trying to calm me down, Mrs. Dodd's aka the bitch was glaring my way in a duly noted warning. Grumbling I listened to him for once which was rare. Trinity was my best friend, ever since I first came to Yancy Academy we hit it off.

He was literally like an older brother to me. Always defending and protecting me, as I said before easy target. Funny thing was he even looked sort of similar to me, not by much though. It was our eyes, and hair color that made us look a little alike. Both exactly charcoal black, and sea green. It really was kind of weird.

I ducked as another piece came flying at my head. SPLAT! It landed smack in the middle of Trinity's eyes splattering ketchup and peanut butter down his noise. "It's not worth it Trin is it"? I mocked him giggling as he glared at me in annoyance. Before he could say anything in defiance I snapped a picture of him, with my cheap portable camera (Which I'd bought earlier at the school store).

Trinity tried to snatch it from my hands but too late. It was already safe out of his reach in my handy book bag. "Just making memories Trin". I grinned at him, as he grumbled about how mean girls were under his breath.

Mr. Brunner led the tour into the Museum, thankfully before we were inside he looked back at me and Trinity, and dismissed us to the bathroom to clean up. Nancy was snickering behind her hand as we walked away, Mrs. Bitch was glaring at me I'm sure of it, felt her nasty face burning the back of my head (figuratively).

"No, no, no, and defiantly not"! Trinity said as we stood in front of the girl's bathroom. "Yes, no way in Hell am I going in alone, and I'm defiantly not going into the boy's restroom". I gave him a hot glare. "But what if someone sees me, in there"? Trinity whined childishly pointing towards the bathroom as if it were Hell on earth. "There's a lock"! I replied before grabbing his arm and pulling him in with me, before he could utter a word of protest.

Trinity pouted as I closed the door locking it and, rolling my eyes at his attitude. "There no one will see you now i̱líthios". I mumbled under my breath, basically calling him an idiot. Trinity just choose ignore me, turning to the sink to wash the mush from his face with water and paper towels. I glared unfortunately I had more trouble getting it of me than he had.

It was knotted everywhere in my hair horribly, as of now I hated having long curly hair. Looking over I saw Trinity looking at me with smirk on his recently cleaned face. "Need help"? He asked haughtily leaning against a sink. What he received was the flip of a certain birdy.

Taking it as concealed a yes he walked over to my side laughing silently and began to help with the chaos Nancy had created. With a wet paper towel in hand, he battled the ketchup and bread out of my poor hair. It seemed like forever before he managed to finished, grabbing a ponytail from my bag he pulled it up into a messy pony.

"Thanks". I mumbled grateful, but still annoyed. Ignoring his smirk, I shouldered my bag, unlocked the door and headed to the Gallery not looking back at him. Trinity followed behind me whistling The Little Mermaid. A smile played across my lips, he was trying to apologize in his on weird sweet way. "Fine I'm not mad at you anymore, by the way love your version of under the sea". I called over my shoulder.

"Anytime Nike my dear buddy". Trinity had on a goofy grin as he draped his arm over my shoulders in a funny way, sending us both staggering. Mrs. Bitch glared at us as we returned grinning to Mr. Brunner's lecture. He was lecturing on about a funeral Stele of what seemed to be Helen of Troy.

Nancy Bobofit was beginning to get on my nerves yet again. She and her minions were laughing stupidly throwing spitballs at the people in front of them. "Would you shut up"! I snapped at her louder than I would have wished. Mr. Brunner turned his attention now attracted directly to me. "Do you have something to say Ms. Jackson"? He asked with a raised eyebrow.

Bobofit and her friends were snickering behind their hands at my misfortune. Even Trinity looked amused. "No Mr. Brunner I'm sorry". I mumbled blushing a deep red. Mr. Brunner pointed to one of the pictures besides the funeral stele. "Perhaps you'll be able tell us what this picture represents? I looked at the carving, and felt a flush recognition. "That's the Titan King Kronos eating his children right"? I asked/told Brunner. "Yes and this was because….."? He asked not satisfied with my answer.

Fine then I'm not as dumb as you think, listen an learn Brunner my annoying friend. "It was because he was informed they would someday over power him he didn't want to take a chance, so after Rhea conceived each God and Goddess he ate them, but Rhea got sick of it so she hid baby Zeus with a few nymphs on an island, and replaced him with a swaddled rock, eventually when Zeus grew older he tricked Kronos into drinking a mixture of mustard and wine with the outcome of his siblings being spit up, long story short the Gods over powered the Titans". I told Brunner with a small smile on the edge of my lips.

Some kids laughed behind my back, resulting in my face turning redder than it already was. 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?"

"Retard". Trinity coughed behind his hand towards Nancy. I rolled my eyes at his antics. "Um to show how the Gods are a lot smarter than Titans, come on who could mistake a rock for a baby"? I asked with a raised eyebrow hand on hip. Trinity had trouble concealing his laughter this time, before I elbowed him in the ribs efficiently shutting him up.

Mr. Brunner gave me a disapproving look, for a second I swore he glanced towards the floor but it was gone before I could really be sure. "You must learn the answer to my question Ms. Jackson," Mr. Brunner told me before he dismissed everyone to lunch Mrs. Bitch in the lead.

"He may be favorite teacher Trin but Brunner can be an outright ass". I grumbled taking out my lunch. Trinity and I were sitting on the fountains edge trying to stay away from the others, who were acting like idiots. Trinity snorted into his can of coke. "Tata Nike dear, a little girl like you shouldn't know such words". He teased earning a punch in the shoulder. "Damn Nike sorry, how as I said before can a little girl like you punch so hard"? He grumbled rubbing his sore arm giving her the stink eye.

"Because I have to deal with you". I shot back playfully. I was about to take a swig of my blue Pepsi, when Nancy Bobofit appeared before me with her haggish looking friends—I guess she'd gotten tired of pick pocketing from the tourists, and throwing crackers at pigeons—and dumped her half-eaten lunch of salad mixed with something I didn't have a name for into my lap.

"Oops guess it slipped from my clumsy hands." She smirked nastily at me with her ugly crooked, chipped and yellowed teeth. Her freckles were a hideous burnt orange, as if somebody had decided to spray-paint her face with old liquid Cheetos. My eye twitched in anger as I tried to calm myself.

Count to ten like the counselor said, I told myself. Trinity was trying to say something to me, but all I heard was a roaring wave crashing in my ears. Then it was over. "MRS. DODD'S SHE PUSHED ME"! Nancy shrieked soaking wet from head to toe with disgusting fountain water. How in the Hell did I do that? Trinity's eyes were about as wide as my own, except there was something else in his, a knowing look along with a small glint of satisfaction. Before I could say anything the Bitch swopped down upon us with a predatory look.

She was so close I could practically smell her nasty garbage breath. "Now honey". She told me in a sickly sweet voice. I almost groaned, Bitch please you aren't fooling anyone with honey shit I almost said almost the key word. "Yeah women I know a month erasing chalk boards right". I grumbled grumpily at her.

She gave me a glare that could kill. Bring it on Bitch mine are better than yours I thought. "Follow me". Dodd's told me with a sharp snap of her boney fingers in the direction of the Museum. "Wait I did it". Trinity yelped uncharacteristically standing up quickly. Dodd's turned her killer gaze on my poor best innocent (Though not by much) buddy.

"You will stay hear Mr. Anderson I don't think so". She snapped at him before glaring at me to follow her. "Honey now". Dodd's snapped. Nancy smiled nastily at her accomplishment, earning a mean look compliments of Trinity. Before I turned back to go, Trinity slipped something into my right hand, and mumbled, "Níki̱ sti̱n Estía". Confused at his choice of words I headed in Dodd's direction.

Victory to Hestia, what's that supposed to mean? I thought with furrowed eyebrows. I didn't have enough trust to see what Trinity gave me with Dodd's only a few feet ahead. Moving my hand around the object I came to a conclusion. It felt like a necklace, but what was that hanging on the end? Unfortunately for me I couldn't tell, without looking which wasn't an option at the moment.

Mrs. Dodd's was beginning to confuse me I thought she was just going to make me buy a new shirt for her little minion. But we just passed the Museum gift shop. We ended up in an empty Gallery that seemed to be under construction. Looking behind me for a moment was a bad idea and mistake. Glancing forward I noticed Dodd's was gone.

The hairs on the back of my neck prickled. "Nikita Clotho Jackson where is it"? Dodd's snarling voice came from above. My head snapped forward, green eyes wide. The bitch looked like a demon from the deepest pits of Hell. She was crouched atop one of those rising lifts the workers probably were using, hair falling over her face in a crackling mess.

"What the Hell are you talking about, how should I know about your personal problems". I asked giving an even crazier look than before if that was possible. "Your time is up," she hissed.

Suddenly the craziest thing in the world happened. Damn she sure looked like a demon now, no doubt about it. Her eyes began to glow like steaming coals. Already boney fingers stretched, turning into sharp deadly talons. Her Harley jacket melted into huge leathery and bone wings. She was defiantly no human, no one not even Nancy was this ugly looking. But the bad thing about this, was the hag was about to cut me into tiny pieces. Pretty serious huh?

Things keep getting weirder. Mr. Brunner showed up in his wheel chair holding a freaking pen. "What ho Nikita"! He called throwing it to me. Instead of grabbing it I let it drop to the ground, take that annoying person. Giving Trinity all my trust I yelled," Níki̱ sti̱n Estía" (Victory to Hestia)! The necklace in my hand changed shocking me.

It had become a beautiful sword that looked to be centuries hold, yet still brand new. Brunner's eyes had widened hearing my words. The creature didn't notice though it was to intent on killing me, F*** that. Dodd's-Creature flew at me as I swung the sword in a perfect arc (Surprised me) meeting her face head on. Without thinking I cried out, "FOR HESTIA"! A warm feeling traveled through my body giving me more strength.

SWISH! She erupted into a sulfur smelling sandcastle leaving me and Brunner there alone in the gallery. "Nikita…" Brunner hesitated, but before he could say anything else to me I bolted. "Keep on running, keep on running". I mumbled in Dory's voice. Thankfully the sword had turned back to a necklace, wouldn't have to explain why I was carrying a lethal medieval weapon to the authorities.

Trinity was standing just a few feet ahead. Quickening my pace I grabbed his arm and pulled him along with me. "You have a lot of explaining to do when we get away". I huffed, all he did was nod and help me navigate through groups off people, down a Manhattan street, away from the Museum.

Trinity looks like Percy in the movie just a bit older

Hope u like this is the first chapter, I bet you can guess with trinity is

Nikita is still Poseidon's daughter, but Hestia has a part you will find out later

Don't know who to pair Nikita up with though comment if u want to vote

Nikita/Apollo

Nikita/Hermes

Nikita/Ares

Nikita/Nico

Nikita/Luke

Nikita/Eros

Also comment if I should bring a character from the past in - Ace of SpadesXD