A Percy Jackson Series Spin-Off

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Summary:
Two teenage demigods are on their way to Camp Half-Blood, whether they know it or not yet. And what befalls them during their journeys.

Mine:

Name: Kaylee Gatts

Age: 14

Appearance: Kaylee has long brown hair, usually ornamented by a pink bow like Aerith's, but instead worn in an UNbraided ponytail. She usually wears a tank top, flowered skirt, and in contrast orange, blue, and green basketball shoes. Slung over her shoulder is her quiver, and Kaylee always carries her ribbon-and-glitter decorated bow wherever she goes.

Weight: 120

Immortal Parent: Apollo

Mortal Parent: Amanda Gatts

Attitude: Kaylee is generally very laid back and calm, exuding an air of confidence. She can become a little bratty at times, but in general tries to hide that more annoying side of herself. She doesn't often get angry, or get into fights, preferring to just let things happen the way they will rather than trying to influence them.

Likes: Music, sports, writing, paintball, airsoft, archery

Dislikes: Silence, television, rock-climbing

Strengths: Archery, confidence, science, singing, optimism

Flaws: Overconfidence, sword-fighting

Alliance (Gods, Titans, Humans): Gods

Home City/Town, State/Province/Territory, Country: Louisville, Mississippi, U.S.A

Other: Kaylee wants to be recognized by the gods as a Hero, and maybe compete in the Olympics. She wants more than anything to stand out from the crowd and be recognized for her accomplishments, and be more than just another demigod at camp. Kaylee devotes most of her time trying to be the best at everything, hoping her Dad will take notice.

Fatal Flaw: Pride

Rox's

Name - Christopher Witt
Appearance/Details - Christopher has golden blonde hair, naturally curly but straightened, If he feels like it, he'll make it spiky. He has slate gray eyes, and a chiseled face. He's around six foot tall and weighs no more then a hundred and forty five pounds. Athletic and fast. He never dresses fancy, just a simple white t-shirt and beige cargo pants with several pockets. He wears a silver chain necklace with an owl pendant and a collection of wrist bands on his right arm. All with different captions and sayings on them. He just turned fifteen

Immortal/Mortal parent: His mother is Athena, and his father is an architect named, Alexander Witt.

Attitude: Christopher is nice enough. In fact he can be extremely polite and even a bit charming, but the problem with that is he's almost always got his nose in a book or his mind on other things. This makes him appear a bit rude and standoffish to the people who don't know him well enough to assume otherwise.

Likes/Dislikes: He enjoys puzzles and riddles, or anything else that gets his mind working. Solving things makes him happy. He doesn't it like it when something is said or done that doesn't make any sort of sense. He feels every decision made needs to have a logical reasoning or sensible conclusion. Aside from that, he enjoys movies, architecture, and math. He hates loud noises or anything else that disturbs him from thinking. "Solace in silence" he always says.

Strengths/Flaws: If you give him a puzzle, a riddle, a question that needs answering, or a rubix cube. It will be solved conclusively within thirty seconds or less. And while it didn't have much bearing on his everyday life, he shares his mothers prowess when it comes to battle strategy and wisdom. He's also pretty good with most weapons.

His flaws? He's got a few. But his fatal flaw is more specific. He believes theres an answer for everything. Even if everything is in the enemies favor.

Alliance: Gods.

Home City: Seattle Washington

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Other: Christopher is always prepared. In his many pockets, you will find a wallet with cash. A pouch with twenty five golden drachma (His father gave those to him... long story,) A variety of pens and pencils. A measuring tape. a canteen of water, and a smaller canteen with nectar. A baggy with ambrosia, and a note pad. He also has a lighter, and a collection of arrow and spear heads- all celestial bronze- for use in an emergency. His backpack contains a collapsible bow that he designed himself. A quiver of arrows. A spear that telescopes from a cylinder of metal the size of a flashlight to a staff of silver at least five foot long. Also, a small knife used for cooking more so then killing.

Chris needed to sit down by a warm fire and sleep for a couple of days. But he couldn't, he had to lose the Hellhounds who had been relentlessly persuing him for the past three nights. He had no sword. And his bow was broken - nothing that couldn't be fixed if he had time, which, he didn't. But he knew that if he didn't make a stand now, they would kill him. He reached in his quiver, and pulled out two arrows. He couldn't fire them from his bow, but he could still use them to stab. The celestial bronze heads glinted in the dim moonlight. The Hellhounds were getting closer, until finally, the pack of 3 burst from the woods into the small clearing. Chris sprung into action. He caught the runt of the pack by surprise, and it dissipated into dust. Chris spun around as another lunged at him, he stabbed it in stomach and it to exploded into dust. That left only one. the pack leader. He was bigger, but not smarter. He let loose a roar, and Chris threw an arrow right into the beasts maw, and it collapsed into dust.

Kaylee stared up at the night sky. It was peaceful in the woods tonight, something that was fairly uncommon. She almost laughed aloud at how quickly things had changed. Now she considered the woods dangerous and almost scary, when before Kaylee would have made fun of anyone who felt that way. She fingered her bow, which in the short amount of time she'd been on the run she'd managed to decorate with ribbons. There were roars in the distance, but not near enough that she was worried. They were at least a five miles back, and Kaylee didn't feel like getting up. Starting exactly one week ago, she'd found out that was something different about her. Not that she entirely understood that difference yet.

 

After her door was knocked in by monsters and she and her mom had to run screaming away, she was tipped off. Her mom gave her map, faded somewhat from time but still readable, and had told her to find Camp Half-Blood. Then with a quick backstory of "by the way, I never mentioned, but whoever you dad is, he's one of the Olympian gods and, hey, they're real."

 

According to the map, and Kaylee admittedly had never been good at reading those, she only a few miles away from the camp. But after a week of monster battles and trekking through the woods, she didn't exactly look her best, so she was planning on getting a night of beauty sleep before heading in confidently in the morning. Then again, she might just be stalling. Kaylee wasn't going to admit that part, though.

Christopher knelt, his nimble fingers reaching out to grasp an object that lied there. It was a fang. A spoil of war. All monsters left one behind... In his pack right now was a snake skin, a claw, and a whole bunch of other stuff that he wasn't sure what they were. He hated the things... who would want a reminder of a near death experience? Nevertheless, he pockted the fang and started to work on setting up camp. In the light of the fire, rolled out a flimsy bed sheet. Small, didn't provide much warmth, but it seperated him from the ground. He set his backback down and laid hsi head on it. He looked at the stars, picking out familiar constellations, and within a few minutes, he was asleep.

Kaylee was woken by the same thing that had awoken her the past week. Instead of her usual alarm clock, a monster always convenietly would wake her by roaring. Apparently none of them had the brains to understand the concept of a sneak attack. Which was actually a plus for Kaylee. She jumped up was on the move instantly. She'd learned to never bother unpacking her belongings, so her backpack was always set for when she needed to move. Consulting the map as she walked, Kaylee tried to pinpoint exactly where she was. She must not be where she thought she was, because according to her map, she should be standing in the middle of the camp. But all she saw was more trees. Kaylee kicked one of the trees. "Where am I?"

Christopher snapped back into reality, stirred from his sleep by a nightmare...

Nightmares were hardly rare. He had them all the time, but this one seemed so vivid. So real. He couldn't help but wonder if it was a premonition of some kind.

He couldn't be bothered to think about it right now, he had to keep moving. The longer he stayed still, the more monsters were drawn to his presence. And the last thing he needed was more trouble. Chris looked down on himself... his white t-shirt was caked with mud and grime, and dried blood. His pants were torn out at the knees, one of the pockets on his calf was missing, leaving his skin vunerable. On his thigh were three claw marks, where a feisty Chimera had swiped him. His left forearm was bandaged where it's tail, (a serpent) had bit him. He recalled the pain of the venom, and winced instinctively.

 

He had been through hell, and he still had no idea where he was going, or how he was going to get there. All he knew is that he was running short on time, and options. He slung his backpack over his shoulder, looked to the sky, where the sun was rising, and trudged onwards towards the east. All the while his mind racing, trying to put it all together. He had an assumption that maybe his dream had given him a clue, but he didn't want to jump to conclusions.

 

He just knew that the answer was somewhere. And that he would find it. Of that, he was certain.

 

[i managed to get my comp working a little. So I'll be able to post a little better now and then. Stupid PS3 and it's restrictions on how much I can type at once... ]

Kaylee leaned against the tree she'd beaten up and studied her map hopelessly. "I don't get it. Which way is even up?" She flipped it around, trying to figure out which direction was which, until she couldn't even figure out if she was holding it upside down or not. "This is so stupid," She hugged her knees to her chest and glanced around. There was no sound of another human, let alone a camp. Was the camp even real? Why was she even out here? The whole thing was probably her mother going crazy anyway. Kaylee had always suspected she might be a little cuckoo. Why had she even believed her in the first place? What idiot believed their father than abandoned them at birth was a Greek god and that she had to find some camp? Kaylee stood up and looked around. The map was useless considering she didn't understand where she even was on it. Was it even worth looking for the camp? Or should she just go home? Kaylee decided whatever she found first would be her final choice.

Christopher had walked for about a mile before he reached the end of the woods. He stood alongside a highway with cracked pavement and not a single car.

A faded sign said "Welcome to HELL". The actual name of the state or the town was scrawled over with red paint. "Great", Christopher said aloud. "Another dead end."

Christopher was having a hard time facing up to the fact that he was lost. But he had to keep going. He couldn't turn back. He had no home to go to. It was either find this hypothetical camp, or bust. And busting didn't sound very good to him. He crossed the road and carried on.

Kaylee had been walking for what felt like hours through the rough terrain. The forest was beginning to get swamp-like, and the monsters there would not leave her be. Her quiver was running on empty by now. She couldn't hear any monsters, who usually made themselves known from miles away. Kaylee decided it was about the only opportunity that she would be getting to take a rest. She really felt desperate, and despite the fact what she was going to do made her feel loony, she prayed to those "Greek gods" her mother had been so adamant existed. And, hey, what do you know? Nothing happened. "Damn woods, I wish you were a stupid city instead. At least then I could ask someone where I was going or check into an asylum."

Christopher stopped in the middle of a clearing. He had walked for around five miles, and now it was time to rest. He hadn't been threatened by monsters for a good while, so he assumed it was safe to make camp.

He started up another bonfire, set his pack down, and sat beside it. It was starting to get a bit chilly, so he appreciated the warmth of the fire as went through his pockets to find his notepad. He flipped the cover open and started writing. Just a little journal, chronicling his journey... he still had no idea where he was. But he assumed that after having travelled for around a year and half he had covered most of the United States. And thats not counting his accidental detour into Canada, which we won't go into.

 

In the notepad, he wrote down the dream he had, describing it as best he could. He didn't want to forget it, it felt important. After scribbling it out, he set the notepad down and fished something out of his pack. A shaft of aluminum, around a foot long when compressed. He held it out and pressed a small switch on the side, and it sprung to life. The small shaft folded out into a long bow three times it's length. Christopher had designed it, but an old, dead friend had built it. Well, she wasn't dead then, but... that's not the point. Chris pulled out a swiss army knife and started working on the broken bow. He needed it to stay alive... at least until he found a sword...

Kaylee's stomach growled for the eighty thousandth time. "Stupid forest," She mumbled, still walking in the direction of who knows where. Eventually she began to smell smoke, and she paused. Was it another monster? A forest fire? Or... campers? Campers with food and who could read maps? Kaylee knew it was grasping at straws, but she began to follow the smoke. Worst came to worst, if it was a monster, she was getting the hang of beating them up. She could glimpse some of the flames through the trees, but she could also see a human figure. She could hardly believe anyone else was stupid enough to be stumbling out here for fun. Kaylee was only a few yards behind the person, but she didn't want to come off as some crazy kid running around in the woods or anything. "Hi," Kaylee announced in an uncommonly shy voice.

A shiver ran up Christophers spine when he heard the voice. He hadn't heard another persons voice in months. He spun around to face her. She wasn't armed, and she looked- worried, almost. Christopher didn't reckognize as a threat. He stood up and walked closer to her, his mind racing, asking questions. 'Who is she? Why is she here?

Is she on the run? Does this mean theres a city or a town nearby?' But one thought he kept coming back to was that she could be a half-blood. It would be a freak

coincidence. But it was a valid hope.

"What are you doing out here?" he asked, studying her features.

Kaylee wasn't entirely sure how to answer that question without sounding loony. "Uh..." She hesitated. "Just camping in the woods. Got a little lost on my way back, though. I can't read a map to save my life. Can you point me towards... well, towards anything? I don't really have anywhere I'm going specifically." Kaylee admitted nervously. What if he thought she was some sort of runaway and called the cops? She didn't need to add that to her list of directional issues. "Well why are you out here? I don't see a tent."

Christopher could tell that she wasn't being entirely truthful.

"I honestly don't know where I am, either. I've kind of been on the run for a long time."

He sat back down and poked at the fire with a stick. "I've spent the last year, year and a half, trying to find something."

He sighed, and gestured toward the fire, "You're welcome to join me, get warm."

 

(Wow, that was a failure of a post.)

Kaylee sat down hesitantly. "On the run for a year or longer? What are you running from?" She knew that after what she'd experienced in the last week with monsters and apparently a god for a father that nothing should seem weird anymore, but it still struck a cord. From her until now normal childhood, Kaylee guessed. "Are you in trouble? Like, law kind of trouble? Are you a fugitive who escaped prison or something?" Kaylee jumped slightly when she heard a monster roar viciously, but it sounded far off enough that it wasn't anything to worry about right now at least. "Or just a runaway?" Kaylee realized she herself could be classified as a bit of a runaway. Not that she intended it, though.

Christopher went down a list of words in his mind that he could use to better explain, but he couldn't come up with anything.

"A runaway is the easiest way to put it." he decided, "But it is a little more complicated then that."

She looked malnourished, like she hadn't had a good meal in a long time. He could relate, the last he had something to eat

aside from ambrosia was... he couldn't remember. And all he had was celestial bronze weapons, and those didn't kill anything besides gods,

half-bloods, or monsters. Christopher assumed this girl was mortal, so he couldn't offer her any ambrosia.

 

"So, where do you come from? Do you have any idea what state this is?"

"Well I'm actually from Mississippi. I took up a train to New York and I've been lost here ever since. It's been about a week since I left by now." Kaylee quickly added up the nights she'd spent in the cold on top of the days she'd been trekking. "Well, more or less. So I think we must be somewhere in New York. That's where I got off the train and I don't think I've walked through the whole state yet. It's been slow going and I keep changing direction." She admitted, and then suddenly pulled out her map. "Hey, this is going to sound weird, but I'm actually looking for my... summer camp. I've been trying to find it but I can't figure out where I am on this map, so I guess it's sort of useless. Do you have any idea how to get there from here?"

A girl in the wilderness, trying to find a camp.

Gods that sounded familiar. He took the map and examined it. He sighed. "I don't where we are either. We might not even be in New York... If you've been going nonstop for about a week then you could have easily left the state. For all we know we could be in Jersey..."

He handed the map back to her and started poking at the fire. "This camp you're trying to find... it doesn't happen to be for, 'special' kids, does it?", he asked, trying

not to sound crazy. "Because I think I might be looking for the same place."

"Um," Kaylee blushed slightly. "I don't really know." She knew it probably wasn't the same camp. After all, how many kids were randomly wandering the New York--or anywhere's--wilderness searching for a camp meant for demigods? It couldn't be the most common thing, after all. And maybe her Mom had just gone psycho and lied. "It's, um... well, I've never been there before. My Mom said I should go this summer, and maybe stay there for longer." She knew that last part was giving away a little too much information. "If you mean 'special' by crazy, I'm not. I'm just lost."

"I didn't mean crazy. I meant..." Christopher sighed. He had to ask the right questions. He couldn't be be up front about this, you don't go around asking 'Hi! One of my

parents is a god, what about you?' He had to be subtle about this. "Did you know your father?" Chris figured that would get him the answer he needed, without arousing

to much suspicion. Christopher brought his hand to his neck and grabbed the owl pendant on his necklace. It was a gift from his father, right before he left. His father had said it was a reminder that his mother was with him. A reminder that he wasn't crazy, and that this wasn't some kind of wild dream. He put his attention back on the girl, waiting for an answer.

Kaylee drew back a bit. That was slightly personal. She answered anyway though, curious where such a weird question would come from. "No, my Mom said he was an alcoholic who abandoned us when I was born and that's why I've never met him." Until a week ago when she told me that was all a big lie and that my dad's actually a god. But, no, by the way, I'm not crazy at all! She snickered internally at that one. How blatant, how positive and sure her mother had been. It was almost comical the impossibility of it. "Why, did you lose your Dad or something?"

Christopher was almost sure that she was half-blood now. Looking for a camp, by herself, and she didn't know her father.

"I know my dad just fine. It was my mom who disappeared after I was born..." Christopher braced himself, what he was about to say was either gonna get him branded as a

loon in her eyes, or it was going to proove she was a half-blood. "I can't say I blame her though. Gods have busy lives."

He didn't meet her eyes, he was to afraid to see how she'd react. He figured that if she was a half-blood, she'd stick around. If she wasn't, then he would hear her foot steps grow distant as she put as much distance between him and her as she could.

Kaylee didn't answer immediately. How did you answer someone like that? Now she was fairly certain he must be a hallucination or something. She hadn't really believed the camp and her mother's story were remotely real, but here was proof. This changed the game entirely. It changed her entire perspective of the universe. That was, of course, if this kid was being serious or just kidding around with her. Was it just an expression that happened to relate by chance to her current situation? Her voice came out barely above a whisper, so low it was hardly audible to Kaylee herself. "Your mother is a god? They're real, no joke?"

"Athena, goddess of wisdom. That's my mom. I grew up wondering who she was, and when I turned thirteen, she claimed me. My father pointed me towards some place called "Camp Half-blood." And I've been trying to find it since." Christopher said it with a monotone voice, telling the story in the simplest way possible. He didn't go into how he destroyed a school, or how he came close to burning his house down, or how he got his best friend killed. Those memories were to painful to recite, and so they were best left alone. Christopher reached in his pack and pulled out a baggy of ambrosia. He handed a bite sized piece to her. "Now that I know your a half-blood, it should be safe for you to eat this."

Kaylee turned it over warily in her hands. Her mother's "don't take food from strangers lesson" was still lingering before she took a bite. "I really don't know who my Dad is. I just know that he's a god, or so my mother tells me. I actually didn't know any of that kind of stuff even existed until last week. Some sort of monster thing broke into my house and my Mom and I had to run away. She sort of explained it as we were running and gave me this map which I clearly can't read. And she said to go find some camp in the middle of freaking nowhere." Kaylee was a little annoyed at that last part. After all these years her mother should at LEAST be able to know she was directionally challenged. "What do you mean she claimed you?"

"It's basically the gods way of saying, 'you're my kid, now don't die.' After that, the monsters started attacking, my Dad was in danger all the time. My friend got killed because of me... It all came down to me having to put as much space between me and home as possible." Christopher looked up at her when he was finished talking, and he wondered what she must think of all this. "It's a lot to take in all at once, isn't it? Learning the truth." He let a smile sink in, the first in a long time.

"And don't ever have any doubts as to whether you are what you are or not. That food I just gave you, if you weren't a halfblood you'd be a pile of dust right now."