Name: Artemisia
Age: 11
Gender: Female
Greek Parent: Artemis
Mortal Parent: Hunter
Weapon: Bow and Arrow
Description: Brown hair, blue eyes.
Current location: Seal harbor, Mount Desert Island, Maine
Short Story: I was sitting on the floating dock on Seal Harbor Beach. It was low-tide so the stench of fish and lobster drifted into my nose. The dock was supposed to float at high tide but it wasn't high tide so the dock was easy to get to. I was there because that's where I came to think. I was thinking about what's wrong with my life. My mother had died when was 2 years old so i was too young to remember. I had ADHD and dyslexia. All my teachers wanted me medicated, but I only had 3 teachers. That's because I went to a teeny little school called the Dunham school. But I heard footsteps in the sand behind me. I turned my head expecting to see a tourist asking "Where are the seals? This is Seal Harbor?". Instead to my suprise, I saw a sleek black dog the size of two grey hounds put together. It had glowing red eyes. It looked like it was straight of well, hell.

To be continued.

Name:Aria
Age:16
Greek Parent:Poseidon
Mortal Parent:Maria
Description of looks:Black hair,bleu eyes.
Weapon of Choice:sword named:Orca
Home Town:L.A cali.

Name:Misty
Age:14
Greek parent:Artemis
Titan parent: Kronos
Weapons: Dagger, sword, bow and arrow
Home town: Californa, LA
Short story: Met these kids named Leo, Piper and Jason. Became friends and went there way. Soon crash landed at camp half blood. Luke made friends and Percy tried to tell her he was evil. Later in her life luke and her are together.

^^What's with you and Kronos and Artemis? I mean Leo, Piper and Jason were AFTER Luke died.

Name: Mellie Krang
Age: 13
Greek Parent: Unknown, Zeus is suspected.
Mortal Parent: Unknown
Description of looks: Young-looking for thirteen, a short girl with dark hair, freckles, and pale skin.
Weapon of Choice: A spear made of a mix of Celestial bronze and copper, and excellent conductor.
Home Town: Unknown
Current location: Unknown
Short Story: (told from the viewpoint of Kacey Ferris, another character i made)
I woke startled, not because of my alarm, set early to allow time to beautify myself, but because Angelica, the girl in the pale pink canopy bed beside me, slapped me into consciousness. She looked apologetic, but not sorry she'd done it.
"Everyone needs to get to Half-Blood Hill immediately. Chiron's orders- some sort of disturbance within the borders," she said in a serious tone the sweet eleven-year-old hadn't seemed capable of when I'd gone to sleep.
I yanked on my zebra-print special-edition Ugg boots over my pajamas, and ran outside, clutching the sword I used as a backup when Adrastos, my drakon, took too much time to prepare. Rushing outside, an incredible storm swirled in a cloud I thought only evil villains made in fairy tales, as fierce as a storm could possibly be without being a full-force hurricane. But at the top of the hill was a girl, barely older than Angelica, holding a spear made of strange metals fused together. She wasn't from camp, and she was shaking, but she stood her ground. Her eyes fastened on me, and an image of me and a younger girl locked in a bear hug flashed into my memory. Her eyes, beautiful, deadly black eyes, filled with hatred and absolute determination. She thrust her spear into the sky, and lightning filled her weapon of death, making a horrid reaction of thick smoke, choking everyone nearest the hill, but still thin enough to see through.
And then she was gone.
To be continued.

i love doing this. AGAIN!

Name: Rose Chun-Li
Age: 15
Greek Parent: Circe
Mortal Parent: Jack Chun-Li
Description of looks: Chinese, with shiny black hair cut in a bob, and blue eyes, which is unheard of for a Chinese.
Weapon of Choice: Staff of magic
Home Town: Circe's Isle
Current location: Circe's Isle
Short Story: I was born here. I was raised here. I was loved here. I tortured here. I killed here. I am leaving here.
I thought my mother, Circe, loved me. She truly seemed to care. When I was younger, I saw her turn my father into a pig. That night, we feasted on ham and bacon. She had erased the incident from my mind, but it had returned. Everything came rushing back a few years ago, when I saw her turn a boy, about my age, named Percy Jackson, into a guinea pig. She took him and his girlfriend, Annabeth, away from each other, and attempted to turn Annabeth into a shrew. I was skilled enough to turn myself invisible momentarily, and managed to remain unnoticed.
My mother is not a sorceress. I am a sorceress. She is a witch.
I planned my escape after that, cramming as much magic and lessons into my day as possible, more often than not pulling all-nighters. I slept only when my head fell into the ancient books of lore I was trying so hard to memorize.
Nothing was enough, though. Circe had more experience than I did, and the only way I could catch up was by killing her. I refused to sink to her level. One day, I lost all hope. I gave up, and sat by the water, crying. I saw the beat-up yellow rowboat in which Percy and Annabeth had come in, and I cried harder. I wonder if they're okay.
A tear dripped into the bay, and when the ripples cleared, the Ophiotaurus, from one of the spellbooks, was there. He helped me, I could understand him, and I am leaving tonight to the mythical Camp Half-Blood.
I hope I will not have to remain as I am now.

Name: Jenna Dilesburg
Age:10
Greek Parent: Khione
Mortal Parent: Xaiver Dilesburg
Descripition: Pale skin, coffee brown eyes, Brown hair, 4ft.9in., tall and slim.
choice of weapon: iceicles or a bow and arrow.
hometown: Grinnell, Iowa.
Current location: Raleigh North Carolina.
Short Story:

It was hot out today. I wanted to scream. I couldn't stand warmth. I would wait hours for my food to get cold. Most people called me crazy. I didn't know or care if I was. I was a mess. Little did I know it but that day I'd find out why. I'm jenna. I was conpletely unwanted. By my mom who I'd never met, and my dad who'd known me my whole life. I guess I was wanted, 200 miles away from Raleigh. I wished I could have gone home. Only one problem. I didn't have a home. To be continued.......

Name: Ekaterina Malachy
Age: 12
Greek Parent: Hermes
Mortal Parent: Josefina Malachy
Description of looks: Tall, luscious black hair, long eyelashes, model's body
Weapon of Choice: Small pack of throwing knives
Home Town: Mexico City
Current location: St. Thomas
Short Story: Yes...I can sense her presence. She was once here.
My mother, Josefina, was once the Oracle. Hades, the accursed Hades, punished her for predicting. She withered into a mummy, the Oracle trapped in poor Mama's body. I am now tracking the new Oracle, using my gift of sight, to thank her for relieving my mother of the wretched curse. My mother...why?
Why did she push the boundaries?
Why did she give birth to me while she was the Oracle?
To be continued.

CONTINUATION: Rose Chun-Li

I feel free. The best I've felt since that night I saw my mother's true identity. No...ever.
I ride the Ophiotaurus north, as my magical bearings tell me. Circe's Isle is located off Ocean City, Maryland, and because of the Ophiotaurus's speed, we should reach this mysterious camp by sundown. It's about two-thirty now. No obstacles yet, just a few sharks easily banished by my staff, made smaller through my abilities. Simple.
But not quite.
As we whiz past a snippet of beach from an unknown state, the water appears to shudder. A horrid creature rises from the murky liquid. A unicorn.
Believe me or not, unicorns are real Greek monsters. They don't prance over rainbows, are made of glitter, or relate in any way to the color pink. I've never seen-or heard-or one in the water. Maybe some sort of zombie? But no.

Continued some more later

CONTINUATION: Ekaterina Malachy

No..no...no. This is hopeless.
St. Thomas is a beautiful place, almost as beautiful as the desert home in which Tio Rosario and Tia Teresa used to live in, but oh, how I wish it weren't an island. I cannot trace the scent-the strange glowing path on the ground-on an island. I am flipping through a registry of people who arrived at St. Thomas via airport, but nothing so far. It's in chronological order, which could be useful, if the spirit was transferred, but if the Oracle is still locked inside my mother's crumbling body, it could take hours.
She couldn't bear to leave me. She gave birth so young, and it wouldn't be advisable to leave your not-quite-two-year-old daughter alone, or even with Tio and Tia. She hid me in the Lotus Casino, around Hades, Maria, Bianca, and Nico. I did not age. I am only twelve.
I am now flipping frantically, worrying how much longer I should risk-
Yes. I found her.

Name:James
Age:12
Greek Parent:Styx
Mortal parent:James bond {well actually he's unknown
Description of look: acid green eyes, blond hair with green streaks, handsome is a scary way.
Weapon of choice: bow and arrows, a long Stygian ice sword.
Home town: inside his mother, literally.
Current position:Circe's Island

Short story:

I missed the daughter of Circe. How stupid of me, she had power and could have turned me into a god.
"looking for someone?"
I turned myself around and was looking at the witch herself.
"my daughter left you know, I might as well turn you into a guinea pig."
I drew my sword out. "For Styx"

Circe grabbed a throwing dagger and threw at my chest. It bounced of my chest harmlessly since I only have one weak spot. I landed on top of her with my sword laying on her neck.
"were is your daughter heading."
"Camp half blood I think,now let me up."
"no for now on you will serve no one but me, understood."
"yes."
"swear on the river Styx that you will be my slave and do what ever I say"
"I swear on the river Styx"
"good, now lets get to my boat."

Name:Roxy Franklin
Age:10
Greek Parent:Poseidon
Mortal Parent:Mary Franklin
Description of looks:Dark brown,brown eyes
Weapon of Choice:A sword called Hurricane.
Home Town:Columbus,Ohio
Current location:Hilton Head Island,South Carolina
Short Story:
I was swimming in the water,thinking about my life.I never saw my father,but I remember a glow from him and his smile.My mom told me that my father was going fishing when he just disappeared,but I don't think that's true.I mean,I'm not saying my mom's a liar,but it's about time someone tells me the truth.Al my life everybody kept telling me lies.My teachers,my classmates,even my friends.But someday,I'm gonna get revenge on them.Don't know how,don't know when,but I'll do it.But now I've got to search for my mother and question her about my dad's identity,because she always said he was important,but I don't know HOW MUCH important he was.I swam to my mother,and was about to ask her about my father's identity,when someone spoke into my head saying,"Now is not the time.",I was just about to ask when IS the time,but the voice spoke in my head again,this time saying,"The time will come soon.But it won't be now."I was thinking what do you mean,but it seemed the voice was gone.I didn't know how I knew,but somehow I knew that was my fathers' voice.I felt something against my right hip.It was a mechanical pencil.How odd.I took it out of my pencil and clicked it.Immediately,a sword materialized.Instantly,the clouds began to darken,and it started to rain.I willed it to transform back into a mechanical pencil,and it did.I swam over to my mom,who was staring open-mouthed at me."Did you see that?!",I asked.She nodded,"Yes,dear.Come with me,we have a lot to talk about."She changed,and she told me to go to the hotel that we were staying in.I went there.Soon later,she followed."Sit down,"my mom said,"No need to talk while standing up.""You're right,"I said.I sat down on the bed."So,what do you want to talk about?,"I asked."You know about the Greek gods,right?,"she asked."Yeah,I loved learning about them in Social Studies!"."Good,"she said,"Because your father was Poseidon.".


TO BE CONTINUED...

name: jake (doesn't know last name)
age:15
greek parent:posideon
mortal parent: don't know her
looks:5 foot 9 africian dark hair with waves and a mysterious scar on my left and dark blue eyes
weapon of choice: a 4 foot sword disquised as a phone i call it tempest
home town: i can't remember
Current locoation: camp halfblood
short stort: all i remember is a faint man saying your time will come

name:Jett Black
age:14
greek paretn:Poseidon
mortal parent:Caroline Pendragon
looks:4'4", long strait blonde hair, gray/blue eyes, blind in left eye
weapon: 3 1/2 ft. long sword with black handle with a blue guard
home town: Banner Elk, NC
current location: London, England on vacation
short story:
I really hate it here. Away from the beach, where the waves roll and the dolphins grin at me. Instead my mother thought it would be funny if we took a break and visited texas. FREAKING TEXAS! talk about the middle of no where.....I try to draw the water from with in me but its just to dang hot outside and there is literally no life out here. (sigh) guess these next 2 weeks will be SOOOO much fun....

Name: Nano
Age: 16
Greek Parent: Athena
Mortal Parent: Kai
Description of looks: Tall, sporty, long black hair, tanded skin, dark brown eyes
Weapon of Choice: Sword or bow and arrow
Home Town: San Francisco, California
Current location: Same Location
Short Story:
"Dad," Nano urged "Why are we going all the way to New York? That's all the way across the country?!"
Her father didn't udder a word, instead he kept packing essential items for there mysterious trip.
Putting the last thing in his small bag he picked the small bag up and walked outside towards their car. "Let's go Nano, were leaving." he yelled.
"NO!" she yelled with fuss "I am not leaving this house until I get an explanation!" Nano then sat down on the front steps of there house.
"Nano I have no time for this! I have to get you to safety!" said her father signaling for her to get in the car. "But I don't under-" Nano was cut off by something that caught her eye.
Not too high in the sky was a unusual like bird, as it became more visible somewhat of it looked human. Suddenly the human like bird creature came swooping down aiming towards Nano. Nano screamed in terror, luckily dodging the attack by the creature.
"Nano get in the car!Now!"

Well that's what i got, i hate typing stories. I kinda suck at them. BUt i hope you like it!:)

Name: Leianna Keyes
Age: Just-turned 13 (just claimed)
Greek Parent: Nemesis (Goddess of Revenge and balance)
Mortal Parent: David Keyes
Description of looks: Wavy black hair, changing blue-ish purple eyes, dark olive skin, thoughtful face expression.
Weapon of Choice: Sica (a curved sword used by the Thracians)
Home Town: Hawaii!
Current location: Camp Half-Blood
Short Story: After an escape of a Dracaena, with the help of her mother's companion (a griffin, who soon becomes Leianna's best friend) she goes from orphanage to foster home, and back and forth. She keeps on running away as weird monsters keep on following her. At age 12 (a week before her birthday) a satyr finds her and brings her into Camp-Half Blood borders. She is at first thought to be a daughter of Apollo because of the griffin, or a daughter of Aphrodite because of her beauty. She is even suggested to be a daughter of Poseidon because of her love of the ocean. When she is claimed as Nemesis's daughter (with the symbol of a balance over her head) everyone turns against her because of her half-brother, Ethan Nakamura. With some research she finds that Oceanus is a possible grandfather (that's why she loves the sea) and Nemesis is known to be almost as beautiful as Aphrodite (Zeus tried, and did, seduce Nemesis several times, producing Helen of Troy.)

Name: Victoria Willowton- Victoria meaning "victory"
Age: 18- one of the older demigods
Greek Parent: Hera
Mortal Parent: Several fathers, ones identified are Daniel Cushing, Martin Michel, and Charlie Willowton. Charlie was Hera's favorite, so Victoria took his name.
Appearance: Tall and regal, with black hair with chesnut brown ends, eyes that always have a strange mix of rage and elation frozen in them despite her mood, pale, unblemished skin.
Weapon of choice: A pair of scimitars
Hometown: Whitechapel, England
Current location: Camp Half-Blood
Short story: Everyone looks at me strangely. I've gotten used to it, but it still hurts sometimes when Ares' children jeer at me, "You were revenge. Zeus curses the ground you step on. You are your own downfall."
Some of the kids are nice, but the meeker ones, younger ones espicially, avoid me like the plauge, afraid a god will shoot me down and they'll get caught in the blast.
Zeus had been angering Hera, my mother, for years. Mostly it was the treatment of herself- not paying enough attention to her, repeatedly cheating on her- and the way he ran Olympus and the rest of the world. But the last straw was when eight of his twenty-five "secret children" were revealed to be siblings, at varying ages seperated by two or three years. It meant he kept being seduced by one woman, a famous model, and had kids with her much more and longer than any other god. He only stopped seeing her when she married and shut him out. One of his kids- a young girl, only five- was born about a year after she broke up with him. He made the child in her sleep, without her knowing, because he was obsessed. Hera cursed the children and the woman when she found out, and began to see multiple men at once out of revenge. She still doesn't know all of my fathers, every time I see her she finds another few people I take after- in my chin, my cheekbones, the way I walk. My eyes, she says, are emotions of my parents; the rage is her anger at Zeus, and the elation is my fathers', amazed at this beautiful woman. I am her only demigod child. I am her only non-god child, period, and I feel ashamed. I woke up one morning and all my belongings, even my scimitars, were ashes. Zeus expects the goddess of marriage to be faithful, while he galivants off to do whatever woman he wants. I've lived in fear of what he might do.
But I've had enough.

Name- Jonathan Pope
Age- 13
Greek Parent- Hephaestus
Mortal Parent- Mary Pope
Description of looks- Tall, Skinny, Muscular, Handsome
Weapon of Choice- Crossbow
Home Town- Cleveland
Current location- Home
Short Story- I have always been artistic, and good with metal. My mother died, at the hand of Hades. And now I am at camp half-blood and in great danger.

Name: Haley Howard
Age: 13
Greek Parent: Ares
Mortal Parent: Anna Howard(but mysteriously disappeared)
Appearance: short, blond hair, his eyes look red, always wear red & black, has cuts everywhere on his body
Weapon of Choice: Clarisse's spear, or his knife
Hometown: Austin, Texas
Current Location: Camp Half-Blood, New York
Short Story: (before he came to camp) "Five more minutes, Uncle Henry" Haley said sleeply.
"You have to get up, Haley, son"
"grrr... do I-"
"Yes, You-" Henry was cut off by an explotion out in the back of the house.
"Whoa! What the heck was that?!" Haley asked
"We HAVE to go NOW" Henry was using a tone Haley never heard before.
"Whaaat?"
"No questions. Just put on some clothes, fast. After meet me in the front..."
"W-w-why-?"
"I said 'NO QUESTIONS'!"
"But-"
Haley quickly threw on some clothes, and ran to the front of the house. "Holy crap! what the heck is THAT?!"
"Nothing, come on, we have to get you out of here"
"Why?"
"I told you-"
"Yeah, yeah, I know" the thing that Haley was shocked about was a griffin. About 3 hours later Haley and Henry were at a hill. Henry said to Haley that, that they were at a camp called Camp Half-Blood.
"What are you talking about? What's a Half-"
"They will fill you in"
"They who?"
"I'm not really your Uncle"
"WHAT!?"
"I'm just a messenger from your father"

Im not really good at writing short stories, really i wrote one for school once it was 11 pages long(typed) but like 20 pages long(writtin on paper)

Name: Melissa Dunst
Age: 15
Greek Parent: Athena
Mortal Parent: Joe Dunst
Weapon of choice: A never-emptying quiver of throwing javelins
Birthplace: Seattle, Washington
Current location: San Francisco, Camp Demigod
Appearance: Short, brunette, freckle-covered, dark gray eyes
Short story: I'm not Roman. I'm here because Leo's ship idea is taking too long to build. Annabeth, one of my half-sisters, is getting hysterical. I live at home during the year, the constant rain in Seattle deterrs the monsters, and the Space Needle is really a tribute to Zeus. Because I was so close, I offered to go to the Roman camp during the year, until everyone else could come and meet me. It's so eerie how the camps are exactly the same in architecture and design, but so opposite in everything else. Everyone else thinks centaurs are weird, and that I'M weird because I shy away from Lupa, their leader. Annabeth sends me Iris messages every other day, and I tell her Percy's fine. Because he is here. He's just not fine.
Percy Jackson is in a coma.

CONTINUATION: Melissa Dunst

I sit by Percy's bedside, trying to hold back tears. Sons of Apollo- the name doesn't change in Roman- had walked around me for hours, testing his blood, declaring nothing wrong. They finally left, after putting fresh bandages around a wound on Percy's head. The cut isn't too deep, and stitches are healing it. It's not causing the problem. I'm alone with Percy now, and am dying inside. Annabeth's message should come any minute, and I have to tell her the truth.
They say when he came, he simply fell out of the sky. They were going about their normal duties, and they suddenly heard a scream. They looked up, and a guy-about seventeen, maybe?- with black hair and an orange T-shirt was hurtling towards them. When he hit, they told me, he sliced his head on the side of the Diana (Artemis) cabin. He stayed conscious long enough to say "Who are you? Where am I? Who am I?" before passing out. He's been like that ever since.
I haven't told Annabeth because it would break her heart. Just when everything was perfect- Kronos was dead, maybe never to return, she and Percy were together, everyone was peaceful and happy...but she has to know.

The wisp of air comes out of nowhere, and blossoms into a full Iris message, with Annabeth staring eagerly. Since I'm usually on the steps of the Minerva (Athena) cabin when she IM's, her expression quickly changes to confusion. "Where are you?"
I take a deep breath. "Annabeth...you know how I've been telling you Percy's fine?"
Her face contorts to extreme fear. "Y-y-yeah?" She starts nervously chomping her fingernails.
"Well-"
Annabeth stops chewing her nails. Percy's breath quiets. I turn, and Aphrodite is standing behind me, looking into a compact. In a silver-tounged voice, she says "You can't tell her about her beau, darling. It simply isn't done."
"How did you do this?" I mean the stopping of time, and apparently she understands.
"Oh, this? Well, Hecate has simply FABULOUS style, honey. We've really bonded."
"Why can't I tell Annabeth about Percy?" I've always been the hot-tempered kid in the Athena cabin, and my voice is sharp.
"Because it just isn't romantic. I sent him into that, you know." She geustures towards the bandages, and, assumedly, the whole medical table.
"YOU caused Percy's coma?!"
"I convinced the oh-so-generous lady who wanted to send him here to give me Percy- I love to toy with relationships. But don't worry, I'll let it play out on its own. Percy will wake up once he sees Annabeth. A memory might trigger it, or a dream, but all of Percy's memories of his sweet little girlfriend have been wiped. SHE must come HERE, love."
"And what if I won't keep quiet? What if I tell her?"
She smiles sweetly. "Hold this for me, would you, dear?" She shoves her compact into my hands without waiting for a reply, and then starts admiring her nails, which are painted silver.
I look down at the huge pink compact in my hand, but a scene is playing where the mirror should be. Elijah, my non-demigod boyfriend, is yelling at me. I try to stop him, seemingly to explain something, but he cuts me off. He finished screaming, slaps my face, and stalks off. I slide to the floor crying. There is no sound, but I perfectly understand. If I don't do what she wants, she'll make my own beau dump me.
I meekly hand her back the compact, and she vanishes, starting time again. I quickly turn back to Annabeth.
"-I lied. His memory was gone, but it's returning! He remembers you! Can't wait til you come, gotta go bye!"
I swipe my hand through the message, look a Percy one more time, and make my decision.
I have to find Mnemosyne. The goddess of memory.

I like your "short" story percyandpotter!!

Name: Kirsten Doctora
Age: 11
Greek Parent: Hypnos
Mortal Parent: Katara Doctora
Physical Description: sleepy looking, long dirty blond hair, dark eyes, pretty
Weapon of Choice: Her sleeping powers or her sword, hankerleft
Birthplace: Waterville, Maine
Current Location: Camp Half-Blood
Short Story: im not in the mood to tell stories...

Name: Josh
Age: 15
Greek Parent: Poseidon
Mortal Parent: Sequita
Description: light black skin, short black hair, dark brown eyes, kind of short, nice guy to get along with
Weapon: mechanicl pencil that turns into a sword named zagis
Hometown: Fayetteville Georgia
Current Location: camp half-blood
Short Story: I was 10 years old in school playing dodgeball when i menatar found me and attcked. So the gym coach which i learned was a saytor and my mom took me to camp half-blood. A tirdent glowed over my head then a mechanicl pencil appeared in my hand, I herd a voice in my head that said "click it" so i did the pencil turned into a sword. It was then i became the son of poseidon.

Name: Anastasia Lentler
Age: 25
Greek Parent: Grover's Uncle Ferdinand, she's a satyr
Mortal Parent: None, another satyr.
Description of looks: Goat legs, but from the waaist up she's pale and has auburn hair and freckles.
Weapon of Choice: Club and reed pipes
Hometown: Camp Half-Blood woods
Current location: St. Villa Academy for the Dramatic Arts
Short Story: My mother died in childbirth with me. My father died years ago, killed by Medusa. I live at Camp Half-Blood, really, but I'm never there. During the year I do my time posing as an eighth grade student at St. Villa's, trying to find demigods. It's relatively small in size, but lots of teens come here to learn how to act and sing. Occasionally during the summer I go back to camp, but more often than not I go to a summer school program at nearby Chesner Middle. Since other satyrs usually have family and friends to go home to, and I don't, I volunteer to stay out and about. It's been going like this since I matured enough to pass as a fifth grader (satyrs mature slower than humans). I haven't found a demigod yet, but I have made a friend here at St. Villa's. She's a girl named Stacey, and she's a singer. I personally dislike singing in general, but class is fun now that I have Stace. She never calls me by my actual name, instead using names like "Anya", "Anna", "Annie", "Stay", "Zia", and just plain "A". But I had a horrible gut feeling the day we stepped into our first improv class.
The teacher introduced herself as Mrs. Dodds.

Wow okay I thought about this a lot; I always put myself in the books I read some how or some way.
-My name is RJ
-I am Daughter of Zeus
-I go to the Greek camp, but go to school during the year, and I live with my aunt, and I met Percy when I was six, the year after I went to camp half blood for a full year.
-I also have a white wolf that I helped in the forest one day name Theia (not Thalia) she is always by my side and helps in battles too.
-I have a sword named αστραπή (astrapí) that is lightning in Greek that transforms into a pen (the clicking kind). My charm bracelet transforms into a shield (and hay I thought of that in the second book I did not steal it from Thalia). My necklace turns into a chest plate. My belt transforms into leg armor. I have a hair band that transforms into a helmet. All my armor transforms when I say ασφαλής (asfaleís) which is safe in Greek
-I can summon lighting. And as long as there are clouds in the sky I can fly. And (no comment on this one it came to me in a dream) I have a magical kiss that lets any who kiss me have only happy thoughts.
-I love all gods and goddesses except Ares who crossed me during my first quest and Hera who hates me for the obvious reason.
-I have medium long brown curly hair and blue eyes when I am happy and stormy grey eyes when I am sad or angry, when I get angry lightning reflects in them, when I am sad it starts to rain. I have a very bright and beautiful smile and with straight teeth. I almost always am wearing jeans and my favorite grey jacket and my favorite grey pumas.
- I was born in a small town in Oklahoma, but I now live in New York City with my Aunt.
The day I turned five Zeus came down and gave me my entire amour. That summer I was taken to camp half-blood. I stayed for the whole year but didn’t like being one of the only campers to stay all year, so I was then taken to I school in New York City, where I met Percy. I promised to always stay with him if he ever moved schools, and I kept my promise. And as we grew we were always together. He knew as much about me as I knew about him. Then when we were 12 and I found out he was son of Poseidon Chiron came too watched over Percy. That day at the museum, when Ms. Dodds called Percy to talk to him, Chiron and I followed them knowing what was coming. If it wasn’t for me she would have kicked his butt. I went with Percy and Grover on the bus. And when Percy ditched Grover I was on his tail, and he knew me well enough to know I had followed. So when we got to his moms house he waited for me to get to the door before going in. I was offered to go with them to the beach, and accepted. His mom knew who I was. When the Minotaur came I was guiding them up half-blood hill, sword drawn. But he was advancing fast. So I got them to Thalia’s tree and turned to fight, Percy was at my side. We fought together, Percy finally beating him. We lugged Grover down the hill which ended in Percy collapsing. The next few days consisted of Percy getting better, me showing him around camp, and then getting ready for the quest that Percy, Grover Annabeth, and I went on. Percy and I got closer and closer during each quest and each new school, to where we were basically inseparable. We are best friends and will always be.

Guess who wrote an entire fanfic before the computer shut down randomly?

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I LOVE DOIN THIS!!! ITS SOOO FUN!!! i do this cause after i draw the demigod!!!

Name: Ashley Newmorn
Age: 16
Greek Parent: Apollo
Mortal Parent: Amy Newmorn
Description: tall, tan, blonde short hair with golden highlights, golden/blue eyes, sporty looking
Weapon of Choice: bow&arrows, or a knife or her electric guitar
Hometown: Salt Lake City, Utah
Current Location: Camp Half-Blood
Short Story : i was 14(almost 15) when i ran away from my 'mansion'. I HATED being rich, its not fun, people at my school think im a dumb blonde chick, a shalow rich snob. which I'm totally not. i only have ONE true friend, her name is Isabella. she's been my friend since..... uhhh i forget(i think since we were 5). Anyways, i ran away because my mom was trying to make me do plays and stuff at her job(she kinda works with Hollywood and movies and that kind of junk. maybe thats how my mom got noticed by Apollo). And I get scared proforming in front of crowds. But she makes it up my signing me up for singing lessons and guitar lessons(that was the fun part in my life). But I stopped everything when i was 14. I just couldn't take it anymore, so I ran away(wow thats the 3rd time i've said that) to my Uncle in Longmont, Colorado. i stayed there for a week untill my mom called him. After that I ran to Grand Island, Nebraska and stumbled into Henry. Henry is a satyr that looks like my age(but really his 36!!OMGS) and he took me to Camp Half-Blood. and now its February 5, my birthday is in 6 days. And I'm helping out on the boat Leo is building. But I'm back on playing the guitar but with a twist, Apollo--my dad--gave me an electric guitar! Now thats one of my weapons, its disguised as an iPod Nano.

Name: Megan Brown
Age: 13
Greek Parent: Athena
Mortal Parent: Adam Brown
Description: 5ft4", brown hair with pink streaks, grey eyes
Weapon of Choice: sword and knife
Homwtown: Toronto, ON, Canada
Current Location: Camp Half-Blood
Short Story: since my dad...*sobs a bit* since he left when I was 8, i lived with my Aunt in Newark, New Jersey. My Aunt is nice and all, but she doesn't know I'm a Half-Blood. But when she found out when she saw me fighting a Hellhound in the back of my school she tryed to talk to me but I kept changing the subject. Anyways, once I was walking from school, but some monster--I didn't know which one, hey! there's like a thousand monster in Greek Mythology!! Well I tryed fighting back with my knife instead of my sword--because my sword was at my house--but a satyr saved me. He said his name was...uh... John! thats what he said!! John! oh, how I miss him. Well he took me safely to Camp. I like Camp Half-Blood, and I never knew that my mother would have been my favourite goddess in Greek Mythology!! Ha, Athena, my mom

btw daughter-ofzeus, i really, really liked ur creation of a demigod!(and i know RJ is u, nice job)

why do i keep on doin this!!!??? oh yeah, ITS FUN!!!!lol

Name: Emma Mills
Age: 13
Greek Parent: Hermes
Mortal Parent: Susan Mills
Description: tallish, light brown hair, built strong, smilies a lot
Weapon of Choice: stink bomb or a sword
Hometown: Mississauga, Ontario, Canada
Current Location: Camp Half-Blood, or used to be at downtown Brooklyn
Short Story: 'Sup, im Emma Mills, yeah I know crapy name, my dumb mother picked it. Anyways, i got to CHB by some satyr named... Joe... I think, okay he came up to me on December 23 on a school dance at my school, he asked me to come with him (when he asked me, we're friends so that didnt sound weird). he asked me some questions... then something attack us or something happened, then this girl, named Carly, asked me if I was okay. she said shes the daughter of... ummm... Apollo (okay when she said that I thought she was nuts!! but she wasnt) Carly and Joe destroyed the monster thing, and brought me to some camp called Camp Half-Blood, which now i live at.

I hate writing stories, but sometimes it can be fun!!

Name- Maya
Age- 13
Greek Parent- Artemis
Mortal parent- Orlando Bloom
Location- Newyork, New York
Weapon of Choice- Gold and celestial Bronze Bow and Arrow
Appearnce- Long blond hair with icy blue eyes and a small built figure. She is small and shy.
Bio- Maya is an outgoing, but shy at times, girl. She has always been one of the smallest in her class. Living as a celebrity, well her dad. Hr mom died in a car crash when Maya was 2. Her father never payed attention to her and Maya usually tried to run away, but the security guards would usually find her. Until one day she got away. Taking a cab she went to Manhatten. There she found Camp Half blood.

Name: Colbie Alison Morrow
Greek Parent: Kronos
Mortal Parent: Amita Morrow
Location: Minot, North Dakota
Weapon of Choice: a huge sterling silver war sword
Appearance: Shabby, for a girl with ice blue eyes, shoulder-length black hair and a birthmark on her left cheek that looks like Luke's scar. In her boyfrend's eyes (a desendant of Jason, leader of the argonauts) petite and perfect
Bio: Was doing homework for her Latin class on her laptop, when Kronos started stalking her. Percy and Jay (her boyfriend) find outhe's stalking her for the purpose of a new prophecy, so they protect her. She spends her school years with her mom, summer at Half-Blood Hill.

Name: Morgana (Edge of the sea in Welsh)
Age: 13
Greek Parent: Poseidon duh!
Mortal Parent: Patty
Description of looks: Brown hair, Brown eyes that turn green when I'm mad
Weapon of Choice:Tidal wave
Home Town: Orlando, FL
Current location: Camp Half-Blood
Short Story: Ok, so my mom was this big movie star ,but she died in a plain crash when I was 5. The plain was hit by lighting. ZUES!!!So I was living with my Aunt who just wants my money! So I finaly left to go live by the sea cuz it calms me. Well the point is that i got hunted down by monsters and almost killed twice! Then Percy found me and i went to camp! So ya!

This boy in my class- What's his name? Oh, yes. Nico di Angelo. Strange kid. During lunch, he always sits by himself beside the garbage can. When we have free time, he just sits in the corner and sulks. I absolutely hate it when bullies pick on him. My name is Roxy. Roxy Ryan. I'm 12 years old. I have blonde curly hair with natural brown roots and large intelligent gray eyes. I was sitting on the steps of Bridgeway Middle School studying math and science. I guess you could call me a nerd, until I heard Brady Mitchell (this big bully), threatening Nico to shove his head down the toilet. I rolled my eyes and walked over to them. "Mitchell, leave the kid alone."
Brady and his gang laughed stupidly. "Di Angelo's got a girl fighting his battles! What a wimp!"
I cleared my throat. "Ahem! Technically, this isn't a battle, considering battles usually consist of physical pain and treachery instead of emotional pain. And did you know that the word wimp-"
"Shut up, brainiac!" one of Brady's friends, Wally shouted.
Nico stood up. He was wearing black jeans, a black t-shirt with dancing skeletons on it and a creepy silver skull ring. "Roxy. I appreciate what you're trying to do, but please. Don't get involved. You might get hurt. These guys won't care if you're a girl."
I stared at him and smoothed my jean skirt. I turned around and punched Brady in the face. He regained his balance quickly. "That's it."
He grabbed the back of Nico's shirt and dragged him inside to the boys' washroom. "The girl won't go in here. She's too sissy."
I rolled my eyes and walked in without hesitation, not even flinching at the odor. "What is it with you?" Wally snapped. "Oh, nothing," I replied. Suddenly, Brady and his gang started to change. I watched in horror.
For starters, they were at least 7 feet tall. They were really hairy with lots of tattoos. "Get them," Brady growled. "Oh. No," Nico muttered. He grabbed my hand and dashed out of the boys' washroom, dragging me along behind. "THIS WAY!" he yelled. I had an idea. I turned a sharp corner and pulled Nico in. We both crouched and waited until the creeps sped by. Nico was about to scream, but I pressed a finger to his lips. "Shh."
"What ARE they?" I asked. "Laistrygonians."
"You mean... like in Greek mythology?"
"Yeah. Exactly like that. You know Greek myths? They're real. I'm a demigod. Half god, half human. My dad is Hades. I don't know if you're a demigod, but to make sure, I'll take you to camp."
"Camp?"
"Yeah. There's a camp for demigods called Camp Half-Blood."
"Cool."
For a moment, we just stared into eachother's eyes. Nico's was brown. Then, Nico stood up, brushed dust off his black jeans and gave me a hand. I took it and he helped me up. "Let's go. I'll take you to camp, now."
I smiled. "I would like that."
We walked down the halls for a while, no destination in mind. Then, we came across the exit and walked down the sidewalk. I couldn't wait to see this 'Camp Half-Blood'.

I never really heard Nico talk so much before. He told me how great camp was, even though he feels like he doesn't belong. His dark hair fell over his eyes when he laughed. We had took a cab to Long Island Sound and he led me through the woods. There was a hill with a pine tree on the very top. Hanging on its lowest branch was what looked like a golden blanket. Wrapped around the tree trunk was what looked like a pile of purple cables. "You see that?" Nico said, pointing to the gold blanket and the cables.
"That's the REAL Golden Fleece. That's our guard dragon. Peleus."
"No way."
"Yes way."
"Wow..." I stared at it in awe. It was beautiful. Now that we were closer to the pine tree, I could see it more clearly now. It was glittering golden. Nico walked past it. "Here we are. Camp Half-Blood," he announced.
"Oh my god."
"Oh my gods," Nico corrected, with a wink. "Right."
"It-its beautiful," I murmured. "You haven't seen the most of it," Nico said. He walked toward it. I followed.
Then, a man on horseback trotted over to them. He was a middle-aged guy, with long, curly salt and pepper hair and a neatly-trimmed beard. He was riding a white horse. He wore a t-shirt that said NO. 1# CENTAUR.
I realized with a shock that this man wasn't on horseback. He was a CENTAUR. Okay... that's not creepy at all...
"Hello, Nico. Who is your friend?" he asked innocently.
"Oh... um... hi, Chiron. This is, uh, Roxanne Ryan-"
"Roxy."
"Right. Roxy. She goes to my school... and a few Laistrygonians attacked so I assumed she was a demigod," Nico finished.
"Ah. She has gotten past the borders. She must be. Hello, child. I am Chiron," he greeted.
What... could he be the REAL Chiron from like, years ago? No...
When Chiron trotted away, I whispered to Nico, "Is he the real one?"
Nico nodded.
"That is so awesome."
"Come on. I'll give you a tour."

This is awesome.
A climbing wall that rumbles and spouts lava? Cool. An arena, an amphitheater, a cluster of cabins of children of the gods? Twice as cool. A forest full of Ancient Greek monsters? That is what I'm planning on looking at first. Nico was explaining the story of Thalia Grace and the pine tree thing, until a boy with dark hair and green eyes walked over with a girl who looked alot like me. She had blond hair and gray eyes, like me too. It was so creepy. When our eyes met, I could tell she was thinking the same thing, too.
"Hey, Nico," the boy said.
"Uh, hi Percy."
"Who's your friend?" the girl who looked like me asked.
"This is Roxy Ryan. Undetermined."
"I see..."
"Um, Roxy, this is Annabeth and this is Percy."
"Hi, nice to meet you," I smiled. Suddenly, they were both staring above my head. "What?" I asked.
"Um, Roxy...?" Nico muttered.
Percy pointed a finger above my head. I looked up.
Above my head was a holographic image of an owl with large onyx eyes. There were a few minutes of awkward silence until the image faded.
"You," Nico said, staring straight into my eyes.
"You're a daughter of Athena," Percy said.
"Really?" I said. "Y-yeah... in fact, so am I. Nico, do you mind if I show Roxy our cabin?" Annabeth said. "You're my sister."
Nico nodded. "Percy, tell Nico about the Great Prophecy," Annabeth instructed. Percy nodded, then Annabeth steered me away from them and led me to the cluster of mis-matched cabins. Suddenly, something appeared in my hand. It was a golden charm bracelet with only one charm. A dagger. A voice in my head whispered, Squeeze it. So I did. It grew full-size into a beautiful dagger. Its blade was wickedly sharp and so shiny, I could see my reflection in it. Its hilt was polished mahogany wood decorated with tiny crystals. Its handle was soft and leather bound. Annabeth stared at it.
"That's a gift from our mother. Athena. Put it on," Annabeth smiled.
I squeezed it and it shrank back into a bracelet. I put it on. Thank you, Athena, I silently prayed. I couldn't believe it. I was a daughter of Athena, goddess of wisdom and battle strategy.

NICO

"What was Annabeth talking about- the Great Prophecy?" Nico demanded. Percy looked sullen. "Well..."
"Well, what?"
"It goes like this-
The evil king shall attempt at rise once again...
A new generation of half-bloods, amount is ten...
A hero's fate they have in hands...
Greatest war upon man's lands..." Percy retold.
Nico took this in silence. "Who do you think they are?" he said quietly. "Well, we never know," Percy responded. "The evil king? Is that Kronos or Porphyrion? Again? That's not good... greatest war upon man's lands... even worst," Nico mused.
"All we have to do, is cross our fingers for luck and brace ourselves for the worst."

"Annabeth. We have a huge problem," someone said after bursting through the doors of the Athena cabin, interrupting my awesome tour. "What is it, Malcolm?"
Malcolm glanced at me. "New camper?"
"Yep. She's real smart. Reminds me of myself when I was twelve," Annabeth muttered. "Anyways, whats the problem?"
"Its Aphrodite. She's been missing for days now since the summer solstice and all the gods are doing is fighting. Hephaestus blames Ares, Ares blames Hephaestus, Dionysus blames Athena- Oh, its disastrous. Even worse? Her children are slowly going missing. Its really strange. The only people left in the Aphrodite cabin is that boy Mitchell, that girl Paulina and that boy Kurt. Even their head counselor, Piper, is gone. Chiron thinks we should issue a quest, but he advises not to use any Aphrodite campers involved out of fear that they would go missing, too."
Annabeth's eyes seemed to study the problem. "This might have something to do with the prophecy," she muttered. Even though I just got here, I understood the problem. The goddess Aphrodite was stolen by somebody and her children are starting to disappear one by one, too. Strange.
"Um, Annabeth?"
"Yeah?"
"Who is this?"
"Malcolm. Your half brother. Malcolm, this is Roxy Ryan your new sister."
I smiled and shook his hand. He looked about eighteen, maybe nineteen, like Annabeth. He had shaggy blonde hair with gray eyes, like mine and Annabeth's.
I glanced at my golden charm bracelet and noticed the other charms. There was a silver shotgun, a long sword, a bow and arrow...
I tried squeezing the shotgun charm. It grew. Awesome. I squeezed again and it shrunk. I tried the sword and the bow and arrow. Both worked. I smiled.
Suddenly, a conch horn blew in the distance.
"Time for dinner."

I saw Nico trudging up the fields with Percy. I caught up to them.
"Hi," I said. Nico turned. He smiled. "Hi. How's your cabin?"
"Great. One of my brothers, Malcolm, mentioned a problem-"
"The Aphrodite problem," Percy murmured.
"What's the Aphrodite problem? Besides too much makeup," Nico asked. I told him the exact thing Malcolm told me. I had a sharp memory. "Oh. So, there's like- only three left? We should cherish that."
"You hate Aphrodite kids?"
"Long history with em'..."
"What?"
Percy smirked. "This Aphrodite girl, Carly, I think, used Nico for her Rite of Passage. He's been iffy about it ever since."
"Rite of what?" I said.
"The Rite of Passage for an Aphrodite kid. Get someone to fall in love with you, break their heart, walk away as if nothing happened," Percy explained.
Nico stared at the grass and kicked a clump of dried dirt. "That's wrong," I mumbled.
"Tell me about it..." Nico muttered.
At the dining pavilion, Nico slipped into the Hades table. I was about to sit next to him until Percy put a hand on my shoulder. "Camp Rules: sit at your table. The Athena cabin's table is over there."
"That's a stupid rule. The Athena table is practically overflowing. Nico's just by himself. You too, with the Poseidon table. Sit with us, if you want."
Without hesitation, I sat next to Nico. Percy reluctantly sat on Nico's other side.
Wood nymphs started serving trays full of barbecue, fruit and mushroom and pepperoni pizza. I was just about to dig in, until Nico and Percy stood up and walked over to the central fire burning in a bronze brazier.
I followed. I noticed everyone got up and started absently scraping food into the fire. Okay then...
I scraped two slices of watermelon and then whispered in Nico's ear, "Why are we doing this?"
"The gods like the smell," he replied. When I got my first whiff of the smoke. It was nothing like I expected. It smelled of roses and lavender, sweet smells that weren't supposed to go together.
Once back at Nico's table, I bit into a dark red cherry. It was delicious.
My cup was empty.
"Tell it what you want. See-" Nico told me. He said, "Cream soda. Make that NEON GREEN cream soda."
His glass suddenly filled with neon green frothy liquid that looked like foamy poison.
"Cool, huh?" Nico winked.
I thought for a while, then made up my mind.
"Lemonade. Purple lemonade," I told it. Sure enough, the glass filled itself with sort of clear purple liquid that bubbled a bit, but eventually flattened.
"Creative," Nico mused.
"As creative as neon green cream soda?" I asked with a sly smile.
"Yeah, I guess."
"Then, we're even."
Percy's glass was filled with blue coke. When we finished eating, a conch horn sounded again.
"Time for campfire."

After Apollo cabin's horrifying sing-a-long, Chiron told the campers about the Aphrodite dilemma. The campers were silent.
"We must issue a quest. Rachel, will you please?" Chiron nodded to a girl with frizzy red hair and sparkly green eyes.
Rachel started swooning. A camper rushed forward and caught her.
A second produced a three legged bronze stool. The both of them propped her up on it. She opened her eyes. They were glowing green. Emerald smoke billowed from her mouth.
"Child of death, lead two toward the city of love...
After a journey of hardship, they shall find the lady of the dove..
The Titan's lieutenant shall reveal his face...
A life sacrificed to set things in place...
The wife of the soon to be risen wishes for beauty...
Which is why she stole them and the reason of the trio's duty..."
The mist flew back into Rachel's mouth and she collapsed. The two campers carried her to the corner of the amphitheater.
"The child of death. We all know who should lead this quest," Chiron mused. Everyone fixed their gaze on Nico. "What- me?" he said.
"Yes, you."
"Okay, fine. I accept."
"According to tradition, you may choose two campers to accompany you on this quest," Chiron said.
"Um... Roxy. Will you come with me?" he looked at me.
I had nothing to say. A quest? It wasn't even likely I would come back alive. But I knew what I had to say-
"Sure. I accept," I smiled. Annabeth, sitting next to me, smiled as if this reminded her of better times. "As for a third quest member..."
"The city of love- isn't that Paris?" Nico changed the subject.
"I feared it is Paris. No Poseidon campers should volunteer because they would have to fly by plane. Paris is where Aphrodite is being held captive."
"Oh. Just wanted to know," Nico muttered.
"Back to the third quest member... any volunteers?"
A girl stood up. She had thin, straight hair the color of mahogany or black coffee, though her eyes were strange. They were really sparkly indigo that disturbingly looked like purple. It looked like magic, almost. Her skin was ivory and she was pretty in her own sort of way. She looked about twelve.
"I volunteer," she snapped.
"Nico- do you accept Maggie going on your quest?" Chiron turned to Nico. Nico's shoulders slumped. "Sure, whatever."
"Then I guess that settles it. Nico di Angelo shall lead Roxanne Ryan and Magnolia Partridge on a quest to Paris, France. The first quest in years that has been outside of North America."

"Hi, I'm Roxy, daughter of Athena. Who're you?"
"Maggie Partridge, daughter of Hecate MINOR goddess of magic," Maggie muttered. I woke up at six a.m. and took a long hot shower. Then I changed into a pair of shorts and a gray shirt with an owl on a branch on it that Annabeth gave me. Annabeth was giving me all her clothes from when she was twelve. She even gave me a pair of owl earrings that now hung on my ears.
Maggie, Nico and I were waiting for Argus to drive us to the airport. Apparently, the other night, he was looking at the Aphrodite cabin. All the campers were missing, now. He accidentally spilled designer perfume all over his body, and now he was resting up.
Maggie seemed kind of cranky, if you asked me. On her finger was a beautiful ring. It was clear, like glass, but I could tell it wasn't glass. Maybe diamond...
There was a purple aura around it.
"Cool ring," I told her.
"Thanks. Its magic. Like, you know magic wands? That myth comes from Mageia, the magic ring that belongs to Hecate. Apparently, I'm a 'special child' as in, the first who owns Mageia since Merlin, the wizard. He's my way older half brother."
"Wow. That's extreme," Nico said. Finally, Argus trudged over from the Big House. His eyes were puffy and red. He ushered us inside and revved the engine.
"This is my first quest," Maggie muttered.
"Me too," Nico and I said simultaneously.
The three of us cracked up. I was wedged in between Maggie and Nico. Maggie looked genuinely happy, and so did Nico. I reluctantly tightened my high blonde ponytail. My backpack was filled with a Ziploc bag full of ambrosia, a thermos of nectar, my plane ticket, a bedroll, a change of clothes, twenty golden drachma, a hundred mortal cash, a camera (for sightseeing. Heck, we're going to PARIS!), a paper bag full of various cheeses (mozzarella, cheddar etc.) and two big bottles of water. Annabeth had spent all night packing for me.
The car sped on the roads and the three of us were silent. After a long time, Argus lurched to a stop near La Guardia Airport. We said our goodbyes to Argus, but he only waved back because he supposedly had eyeballs on his tongue.
"Let's go," Nico grinned.
I shouldered my backpack and the three of us walked through the automatic slide doors of the airport. Paris, here we come!

I was especially glad I got the window seat. Nico said he hated heights, Maggie didn't seem that upset to be stuck in the aisle seat, so I got the window seat.
I regretted it when the sun came out.
Two words: Steaming hot.
Even with the window closed. The three of us took turns fanning each other. Anyway, the flight was long and boring, so let me get to the part where we walked out of Le Bourget airport.
It was a hot sunny day, not a single cloud in the sky. "Paris is beautiful," Maggie said in awe.
"Wait a second. Where the heck are we supposed to go?" Nico suddenly realized. "I do not know..." I faltered. He was right. "I heard something about Cupid."
"Cupid?"
"Yeah. You know the Roman god Cupid? Cupid is a Roman god of desire. He's a child of Aphrodite and Ares. He lives somewhere in Paris. I just don't know where..." I told them.
"I REMEMBER!" I screamed, a little too loud than I meant. Maggie and Nico flinched. "Sorry. I mean, I remember. The entrance to his temple is on the very top of the building Tour First."
"That's awesome!" Nico grinned.
"How could we get there?" Maggie said. "Um... cab? I guess..." Nico suggested. "Okay. A cab. We just tell the driver- Tour First?" I asked. "It'll have to do," Nico said grimly.
Finding a cab was harder than we thought.
Whenever I spotted one, I yelled "THERE!"
Then, when it pulled over in front of us, some snobby adult would shove us and hop on.
After maybe twenty minutes, we got a cab. The cabbie was strange-looking. He wore a black trench coat, combat boots and a black fedora hat pulled low over his forehead.
"Tour First, please," Nico told the cabbie. The cabbie mumbled and started the engine.
Nico gave the guy some money. He took it and began driving. This time I got a window seat. Nico was in the middle.
Soon, we were speeding down the Parisian roads, no idea what to do.

The cabbie pulled over by a tall beautiful building. It gleamed beautifully in the orange-pink sunset sky. "There ya go, kids. Wait a minute- this ain't French money."
The three of us exchanged nervous looks. Then, Maggie snapped her fingers. "No, its not, sir. Look again. Perhaps you got mistaken," she said innocently.
When I looked, it was. She had used magic. "Strange. I was pretty sure this was American dollars. Eh, what the heck. Go on out."
We filed out of the cab, thanked the cabbie and walked toward the building.
We made the top, thanks to Maggie. If we saw any security guards, or people, she would snap her fingers and they would fall asleep. Maggie said that it would only last for ten minutes, so we had to be quick.

Name: Edward Van Sandhoff
Age: 19
Greek Parent: Boreas (God of the North Wind)
Mortal Parent: Adopted mother: Maria Van Sandhoff
Description: Tall, muscular, dark hair, icy blue eyes,
Weapon of choice: long pale sword made of enchanted ice
Home Town: Moscow, Russia
Current Location: Somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean
Story: Edward was found by Maria Van Sandhoff after he appeared at a remote beach in a boat, alone and crying. Maria swore to look after him and bring him up, not knowing the challenges they both would face. They were forced to move from town to town fleeing from monsters and demons beyond description, all that seemed to have an uncanny interest in the young boy. After discovering his powers, Edward, and some other demigod friends that he met, began the long journey to the legendary Camp Half Blood, where it is said demigods can be trained to reach their full magical potential. When he is strong enough, Edward seeks to locate his father and reap revenge for being abandoned, and the years of hell he and his mother were put through, before she finally chose to end her unhappy life.

"The temple of Cupid," I gaped.
The three of us stood at the very top of Tour First, a sparkly pink and red winding staircase in our midst.
"So, what are we waiting for?" Maggie demanded. She led us, taking one step at a time, really careful.
The stairs seemed to go on for hours. I didn't know what to expect. Double oaken doors? An elevator? More stairs?
Instead, there was some sort of vine. It was glittery white with pink and red leaves.
"Are we supposed to climb it?" Nico wondered, touching the vine reluctantly as if it were about to explode.
"Yeah," Maggie answered. "I think."
She grabbed the vine and started climbing it, like ropes in gym class. Nico and I followed her, not knowing what we would find at the top.
At the top was a glass elevator. We all filed in when the door slid open. Inside were a panel of floors.

FLOOR 1.................. Front Desk
FLOOR 2.................. Cupid's Archery Practice
FLOOR 3.................. Hair & Makeup
FLOOR 4.................. Cupid's Bedroom
FLOOR 5.................. Cupid's Workout Gym
FLOOR 6.................. Cupid's Kitchen
FLOOR 7.................. Dressing Room
FLOOR 8.................. Throne Room

"Maybe we should go to floor 8...?" Maggie faltered. "I don't think so. Cupid might be mad. Maybe we should go to the front desk first," Nico suggested. "I think Nico's right. Bad strategy to go straight to him. We need him on our side," I said. Maggie pressed the FLOOR 1 button and the elevator started churning.
A song started playing. I couldn't make it out, but I could tell Maggie hated it. She made a face and snapped her fingers. The song changed.
This time, I could just make out the lyrics. Something like, oh, oh, oh, it's magic, you know. Never believe its not so.
I laughed. "That's cool," I told her. Maggie grinned and snapped her fingers. This time, the song stopped. The elevator doors slid open.

The lobby was huge.
Fluorescent lights lit the place with burgundy carpeted walls and speckled linoleum tiled floors. Tall floor-to-ceiling windows showed a great view of a Paris night. In the center, was a huge round table with a hole in the middle. In the hole, was a black office chair. On the desk were several fake potted plants, an empty paper coffee cup, a half eaten muffin, a clipboard, a mug full of pens and pencils and sittin on the office chair was a cheerful-looking woman.
Her strawberry blonde hair was elegantly french braided, she wore a cashmere sweater dress and low-cut black high heeled boots, her long french manicured nails resembled talons, she had flawless olive skin, her large eyes glittered warm brown, hung on her ears were a pair of beautiful earrings that looked kinda like two chandeliers to me and she wore perfectly applied makeup.
"Hello, Nico di Angelo, Roxy Ryan and Maggie Partridge! I am Wanda, Cupid's assistant and secretary. How may I help you?" she said in a light French accent.
"Um, how do you know our names?" Nico muttered. "We've been expecting you. Cupid is distressed, what with his mother Venus missing!" Wanda declared, with a flourish.
"Venus?" Nico said.
"That's Aphrodite's Roman form," I explained.
"Cupid is a Roman god, because his parents aren't Aphrodite and Ares. They're Venus and Mars," Maggie added.
"Well said," Wanda said.
"So how may I help you?" she asked again. We exchanged looks. "We just need information from lord Cupid," Nico told her. "Please?" I added, doing my big-pleading-gray-eyes thing.
"What kind of information?" Wanda prompted.
"Where Aphrodite is being held captive," Maggie responded. "Do you know if he knows where she is?"
"Of course he knows. But trying to help her is like suicide. Even Cupid won't take that risk," Wanda rolled her eyes.
"But we have no choice. Aphrodite's children are missing, too! Our friends are taken!" I insisted. "Or our enemies," Nico muttered. He obviously was STILL holding a grudge about Carly.
"Very well, I suppose," Wanda decided. She whipped out a walkie-talkie and mumbled something in it.
She put it back into her pocket and smiled hugely. "Go on up. Top floor, the 8th, to be exact. He's expecting you."
"Oh, thank you, Wanda!" I smiled back.
We got back in the elevator and hit the FLOOR 8 button.

Ding!
The doors slid open revealing a long white marble corridor. I took a hesitant step. It seemed solid enough. "Its safe."
Maggie and Nico both took a step forward.
Together, we started walking down the hallway.
At the end of the corridor was a set of double oaken doors. Before Nico could even touch it, they flew open. "Oo-kay then," he muttered.
Cupid's throne room was gigantic. Ten times bigger than the Front Desk. There were no furniture except for an elegant golden throne and a beautiful marble fountain. There were no windows, but the ceiling was maybe 500 feet high. There was a huge glass chandelier hanging down. Sitting on the throne was a middle-aged man. He wore only a loincloth, like a diaper, and his long blonde hair was tied in a ponytail. He had olive skin and was fairly muscular. On his back sprouted white feather angel wings.
His bright blue eyes lit up when he saw us.
"Ooh! Guests! I just LOVE guests! L-O-V-E! Oh, pish, I LOVE that word," he announced, crossing his legs. "Um... hi, lord Cupid. We need information," Nico said, bowing. I decided it was a good idea to bow.
"Don't sweat it, kid," Cupid smiled. He seemed friendly. He got up from his throne and studied each of us.
He fixed his gaze on Maggie. "Magnolia Partridge, is it?" he asked. "Uh, yeah, but that's my full name. I prefer to be called Maggie," she told him. Cupid pondered. "Magnolia sounds more romantic. I shall call you Magnolia," he decided.
Maggie looked angry, but she just shook it off. "As you wish, Cupid," she muttered. "Ooh! I see GREAT romance for you! A Romeo and Juliet type of relationship. Those are my favorite!" Cupid said to Maggie. She looked puzzled. "What?" she demanded. "Oh, never you mind, darling," he responded with a wink.
Then he turned to me. "Such beautiful eyes!" he marveled. "Um, thanks..." I answered. "Nico di Angelo," Cupid announced, putting his hands on his shoulder. "The things I can tell you about love. But no matter, you need information? What kind?"
"Um... this is about your mother. Aphrodite/ Venus. Where is she being held captive?" Maggie asked.
Cupid scowled. "I have been paid a great deal of gold not to tell you."
"What? By who?" Nico pressed. "I cannot tell you. It is part of the payment," he replied. "B-but-"
"Unless..."
"Unless what?" I demanded.
"Unless you do me a dangerous task or two," Cupid said. "We accept," Maggie blurted. "What shall we do?"
Cupid produced a scroll from some sort of hidden pocket from his loincloth and handed it to Nico. I leaned in and stared at it. It was yellow and crackling like onion skin, with a thin gray string tied around it. Nico carefully untied the string and reluctantly un-scrolled it. The list looked something like this:
1. DO CUPID'S LAUNDRY
2. COOK SOME CHICKEN PARMESAN FOR CUPID
3. MASSAGE HIS FEET WITH CUCUMBER AND MELON FOOT LOTION
4. GIVE CUPID A FACIAL
5. GIVE CUPID A MANI-PEDI
6. RUN A BUBBLE BATH FOR CUPID
There were more stupid chores for us to do. Sweep the throne room, polish the office's windows... how were these dangerous tasks?
Anyway, the three of us were miserable, doing our endless chores for two days straight. We all decided to split it up. Nico took care of Cupid's laundry and massaging his feet with lotion. I gave him a facial and mani-pedi. Since Maggie had magic, she prepared the chicken parmesan. We were pretty miserable.

Here is a picture I created of my character:
(see my previous post)