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The Daughter of Poseidon (Heroes of Olympus Fanfic) Part One

A/N: Starts with the lost hero and will end with The Blood of Olympus. There'll be references and flashbacks to Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Campers gather around the lake. In the lake's shallow waters, a golden chariot smolders as a group of people emerges. 

A sandy-haired girl shoves her way to the shoreline. 

“Annabeth! What happened?” she calls out. She crosses the sand. Worry bubbles within as she glances behind Annabeth not recgonizing any of the three kids behind her. Where is he?

“Della–” Annabeth starts, but is cut off. 

Will comes up behind Della with a stormy look on his face. His arms cross over his chest, 

“Annabeth I said you could borrow the chariot not destroy it!” 

“Will I’m sorry,  I’ll get it fixed, I promise,” Annabeth sighs.

“You didn’t find him did you?” asks Della. She fidgets with her necklace. Four beads for each summer at camp and a small piece of aqua sea glass wrapped in a cord. 

“These are the ones? Way older than thirteen. Why haven’t they been claimed yet?” asks Will. 

Annabeth pinches the bridge of her nose. 

“Claimed?” a scrawny kid asked. 

“No, I didn’t find Percy,” Annabeth says ignoring the scrawny kid. 

Murmurs erupt from the crowd. 

“Well,” Drew says, “I hope they’re worth the trouble.” 

Della tries not to roll her eyes. Sure, these kids weren’t Percy but were still worth saving at the end of the day. 

“Gee thanks,” says the skinny one, “What’re we your new pets?” 

“No kidding,” says the other boy, “How about some answers before you start judging us–like what is this place–why are we here, how long do we have to stay?” 

The world seems to dull around Della when she fully looks at him. Grey-blue eyes and angelic blonde hair are all she can see.  A warm feeling encapsulates her. Something she hasn’t felt since–something she hasn’t thought she’d ever be able to really feel again–something she hasn’t felt since she met Luke four years ago. 

The girl in the group crosses her arms and scoots closer to the boys. Behind her choppy hair, Della could see just how beautiful she was. 

“Jason,” Annabeth says, “I promise we’ll answer your questions. And Drew–” Annabeth gave her a pointed look, “all demigods are worth saving. But I’ll admit, this trip didn’t accomplish what I’d hoped.”

“We didn’t ask to be brought here you know,” says the girl. 

Drew sniffs and points her nose in the air, “And no one wants you here hon. Does your hair always look like a dead badger?” 

Piper about lunges at her when Annabeth stops her. 

Della glares at Drew, “Dang Beth I would’ve loved to see her strangle Tanaka.” 

Drew looks about ready to snark back–

“We need to make our new arrivals welcome,” says Annabeth. She trails on about assigning them guides. 

Suddenly, the other campers gasped. Above the skinny kid’s head appears a symbol of fire, Hephaestus. 

“That is claiming,” says Annabeth. 

The scrawny kid freaks out, 

“Is my hair on fire?” he tries running but the symbol follows him. 

Della suppresses a giggle. This one was funny. 

“This can’t be good,” Butch mutters, “The curse–”

“Butch shut up,” Annabeth cuts him off, “Leo you’ve just been claimed–” 

“By a god right?” asks Jason, “That’s the symbol of Vulcan right?”

Vulcan? Oh right, that’s Hephaestus’ Roman name. Wait–why does Jason know that?

All eyes are on Jason. 

“Jason, how do you know that?” Della asks. 

“I’m not sure.” 

Della can see the cogs in Annabeth’s head turning. 

“What’s a Vulcan? I don’t even LIKE Star Trek. What are you talking about?” asks the scrawny–no Leo. 

“Vulcan is the Roman name for Hephaestus. The god of blacksmiths and fire,” Annabeth answers Leo. 

“The god of what? Who?” asks Leo. 

“Will, would you take Leo, and give him a tour? Introduce him to his bunkmates in Cabin Nine.” Annabeth asks. 

“Sure Annabeth.” 

“What’s Cabin Nine? I am not a Vulcan!” 

“Come on Mr. Spock, I’ll explain everything,” says Will. He puts a hand on Leo’s shoulder and whisks him away from the crowd. 

Della glances at Annabeth who’s eyes are focused on Jason. She stands beside Annabeth about to ask what she is staring at when she sees it. Dark lines were etched into the skin of his arm. It almost looks like a barcode with an eagle and the letters SPQR. 

“I’ve never seen marks like these,” says Annabeth, “Where did you get them?” 

 Jason shakes his head. “I’m really getting tired of saying this but I don’t know.”

Della holds an arm out to keep the others back. Whatever these marks are they are rather unsettling. 

“Guys give us some room,” says Della. “They look burned into your skin,” observes Annabeth. 

“They were…at least I think they were. I don’t remember.” Jason winces and places a hand against his head. 

Della glances at Annabeth. “What do you think?” she asks. 

“He needs to go straight to Chiron,” Annabeth says, “Della would you–”

“Ugh no fair,” pouts Drew, “Why does she get to take him?” 

Annabeth ignores her. “Course Beth, but we need to talk later,” Della says. She pats Jason on the back. “Come on Hercules follow me.”