Kane Chronicles/Heroes of Olympus Fanfiction by Me (Chapter 3)

Chapter 3

At that moment it felt like the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders. Phew. He didn’t mean magicians.

But what were demigods? I had never heard the word before! Before I could say anything, Carter stepped in.

“What are demigods? I mean, who?”

“I probably shouldn’t be telling this to mortals,” said Grover, “but demigods are half-bloods. They’re only half mortal.”

“And half…?”

“Half… god.”

Both Carter’s and my jaw dropped to the floor.

“Like… Egyptian god?” I asked cautiously. “Ra, Horus, Isis…?”

Grover looked confused for a moment. “Oh, sorry. I know what you mean now.” He laughed nervously. “Wrong culture. I’m talking about Greek gods. Zeus, Poseidon, Athena… Does that ring a bell?”

I shook my head, but Carter nodded. “I know a few things about them. You know, I read about them a little bit. But I don’t know that much.”

Before Grover could respond, I cut in. “Hey, I get that you’re looking for this Percy Jackson fellow and demigod people and all, but you still aren’t telling us how exactly you ended up in my bedroom!”

Grover looked intimidated for a moment. I felt kind of bad telling him off, but what else was I supposed to do? Let some random goat man into my house?

“But anyway, the reason I’m here: I sensed some powerful forces here. I thought maybe it was the aura of a very strong demigod. But looking at you now, you don’t really seem like 

the type…”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I demanded.

“Nothing, nothing!” Grover replied quickly and frantically. I smirked with satisfaction.

“Look dude,” Carter said, “I think you found the wrong people here. We are most certainly not demigods.”

“You never know,” Grover said. “Demigods usually don’t. Do you have two parents?”

“No, goat boy,” I said. “We don’t have any. Goodbye!” I proceeded to give him a small push.

“Hey!” He sounded offended. “I didn’t mean to be nosy at all! I just wanted to know!”

“Listen, bubba. We had two parents. They died. Neither of them was a Greek god.  Kay? Good. Buh-bye!” I began to shove him back to the window.

“Sadie!” Carter exclaimed. “What are you thinking? Give Grover a chance!”

“No!” I said. “He’s crossed the line!”

Carter scoffed and pulled Grover out of my grip. “Sorry about that,” he said. “Sadie can get a bit… touchy. It’s nothing personal.”

Grover brushed off his clothing. “Nah, man. She’s right. I should be going.” He began to mount the pegasus.

“Wait!” Carter yelled.

Grover froze. “What?”

“If we were… demigods, what would you do with us?”

He walked up to Carter. “Now, if I tell you two this, you can’t tell anyone, okay?”

Carter nodded, then looked expectantly at me. I rolled my eyes and nodded also.

Grover took a shaky breath. “I would take you to… a camp,” he said. “This…camp is meant training demigods to use their powers properly, and protecting them.”

Carter hesitated. “Protect them…” he scratched his head. “Protect them from what?”

Grover pretended he didn’t hear that. “Well! I’d better be going then!” he exclaimed quickly. As he mounted Blackjack and prepared to take off, I did what was probably the stupidest thing that I’ve ever done. (And trust me, I’ve done some pretty stupid things.)

I mounted the horse.

“Sadie!” Carter yelled.

“Quick! Jump on!” I screamed back.

I looked back. Carter was standing there, simply dumbfounded. I could tell that he wasn't going to move; I’d have to leave him behind. Honestly, sometimes that boy can be a bloody chicken. “I’ll be back for dinner!” I yelled.

The pegasus took flight, hopefully moving toward this mysterious camp. I watched Brooklyn House get smaller and smaller as we rode off in the distance. Grover looked back, gasped, and then clutched his chest, like he’d just realized what happened. “What are you doing here?!”

I grinned and gave him a slight nudge. "You're stuck with me now, goat boy."

Kane Chronicles/Heroes of Olympus Fanfiction by Me! (Chapter Two)

Warning! May contain Kane Chronicles spoilers!

Chapter 2

“CARTER! COME HERE!” I hollered from the top of the stairs.

I placed my hand on my hip and tapped my foot on the ground impatiently. A minute later, Carter was standing by my side dressed in his blue and white striped bathrobe and Khufu (monkey, not Pharaoh) slippers.

“What do you want?” he groaned.

“Donkey boy. Turkey pony. My room. Now.”

I turned and strode off. Carter wore a look of confusion. He scratched his head and followed me down the hall. “This’d better not be one of your stupid pranks again, Sadie.” I rolled my eyes and kept walking.

As Carter walked into my room, his mouth fell open.

“Um… Hi?” Grover said.

Carter waved, still slow and dumbfounded. “F-F-F-Flying horse?”

“Oh, it gets better,” I said. “I see you found some pants, donkey boy.”

“Goat,” corrected Grover.

“Whatever.”

Carter plopped down on my bed, his face filled with disbelief. “I knew I saw that!” he muttered to himself. “I saw that flying horse. But nobody would believe me.”

“Well, I believe you now. Happy?” I said sarcastically. I turned to Grover. “Tell us your story, Mr. Goat.”

“I came here for a reason,” he said. “I was looking for someone. Someone special. And also a friend of mine.”

“What exactly do you mean by special?” said Carter. I was surprised to hear him speak. “Like, a girlfriend? And who’s your friend?”

I could have sworn I saw Grover blush. “Not a girlfriend… and nobody in particular. Well, actually, yes, someone in particular. I just don’t know who it is yet. And my friend’s name is Percy Jackson. Do you know him?”

The pegasus whinnied at the sound of Percy Jackson’s name.

“Sorry, that doesn’t ring a bell,” Carter replied. “But what do you mean by ‘special’? I still don’t get what you mean.”

Grover thought for a moment. Then he leaned in toward us. “I’m searching for people. People with special powers,” he confided.

My heart skipped a beat when he mentioned “people with special powers”. Who did I let into my house? Was this guy some sort of magician hunter? What had I done?

He leaned in closer, and I began to tremble. “These people,” he continued, “are called demigods.”

Kane Chronicles/Heroes of Olympus Fanfiction by Me (Chapter 1)

Chapter 1

It was a perfectly ordinary morning at Brooklyn House until a bloody winged horse and stupid goat boy crashed into my bedroom window. 

I was in my room, relaxing on my bed. I scooped some scrambled eggs into my mouth and stared intently at Carter’s “private” e-mail on my laptop screen. (If Carter asks: You didn’t hear that. Get that into your head. As far as he is concerned, I am not a talented computer genius hacker person.) All of a sudden, I heard a loud thunk come from the window.

Cautiously, I tip-toed toward the window and opened the curtain with a slight—okay, sizable—flourish. The face of a black winged horse smashed into my window. It continuously flapped its wings up and down, trying to stay in flight. On its back was a boy, maybe about seventeen years old. He had curly brown hair and a startled look on his face. 

I blinked. A flying horse? I thought. I must be hallucinating!

I blinked again. Yep, it was still there. 

“A little help here?” the boy said. “We’re kinda stuck!”

Still dumbfounded, I opened the window. The pegasus—that’s what they’re called, right?—zoomed into my room at what seemed to be the speed of light. 

“Thanks,” the boy said.

I took one look at him and nearly passed out. His legs were covered in thick brown fur, and he had hooves for feet.

“No problem,” I managed. Instead of coming out as a casual comment, it came out in a little high-pitched squeak. “Who are you exactly?” I demanded. Good, I thought. I’m back to my usual demanding self.

“Well, I’m Grover,” the boy said, “and this is Blackjack.” He pointed to the horse.

“Grover… Like that blue chap from Sesame Street?”

“Uh…”

“Oh, never mind. I’m Sadie. Now, what are you doing in my house?”

“Umm…er…” He tugged at the ends of his orange shirt. “It’s kind of hard to explain.”

I let out an irritated sigh. “Well, in that case, come on in. I’ll find Carter. That’s my obnoxious brother, by the way. In the meanwhile, would you mind putting some pants on?”

Percabeth Fanfiction by Moi ^_^

Warning! Contains Lost Hero spoilers!

Short, sweet, and sappy. xD Enjoy!

Annabeth stared longingly at the tranquil waters of Long Island Sound. Her feet dug into the soft, white sand as she silently watched the waves, crashing in the moonlight.

Every night, for weeks now, Annabeth had been doing this. She would silently tip-toe out of the Athena cabin and sneak away to the beach. At first, she feared Chiron would catch her, but lately, she just stopped caring. She had to be there, at the water. It was the only place she felt close to Percy, the only place she felt… complete.

Her mind filled with sentimental thoughts, from her saying, "You drool when you sleep," to Percy coming to rescue her from the curse of the evil Titan Atlas to their last kiss. She brought her knees to her chin and locked her arms around them. Her vision began to blur. A steady stream of tears began to flow down her face.

Annabeth sniffled and brought her hand to her face. As she wiped her tears away, she glanced out at the Sound and whispered, "I miss you, Seaweed Brain."

Some Fan Fic by Yours Truly :')

This is my first full attempt at PJO Fanfic. Lemme know if you like :)

Well, Tyson was VERY unhappy.

Earlier in the day, Poseidon had personally thanked his son for leading the Cyclopes into an epic battle by granting Tyson his favorite thing in the world...

A 3-ton jar of Skippy.

Now that Tyson was back in Poseidon's domain, AKA the ocean, he couldn't open his beloved jar of peanut butter without it getting horribly soggy. And THAT was his reason for unhappiness.

Well, Poseidon heard of Tyson's little dilemma. So, he did the fatherly thing and took matters into his own hands. He immediately ordered a giant plastic dome and an oxygen tank from the Amazons. Reliable service, those Amazons are. Free two day shipping on his order, too!

Two days later, the Amazons delivered Poseidon's order. He put the dome over the ginormous Skippy jar. The merfolk began pumping the oxygen into the dome right away. Soon enough, Tyson had a place to enjoy his non-soggy peanut butter. And that really made the big guy's day.