𝐖𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐂! percy jackson

i. Secret Girl

━━ chapter one
secret girl

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    ━━It is after Jason Grace's disappearance, that Fiona Midgrass's life changes. Before then, things in her life made sense (well, as much sense as the life of a demigod gets). She trained, and fought, won battles and helped bring her once disgraced cohort to victory that her ancestors would be proud of. Fiona Midgrass was an ambitious girl, and she wanted to be the best of the best, and when Jason Grace was in her cohort, she received just that. She won everything she put her mind to. Fiona made her mother proud in their little mantra: if you don't win at what you put your mind to, then you didn't try hard enough. She was a daughter of Victoria, the goddess of victory, so ... ambition and a must for winning runs in the family.

    But then Jason Grace disappears. And it seems after that point, everything in Fiona's life turns upside down. She loses her battles, the Fifth Cohort was back to being a joke, and she finds out she's not just a legacy, but also the daughter of one of the Big Three━Pluto. Which means (as Nico di Angelo so wonderfully told her), the balance of mortal and god in her blood must even out. She was stronger than most, but also weaker than the rest. Her life was held in the palm of a goddess's watering can (and yes, she means literally). Every day did Fiona check the pomegranate seed in her necklace to make sure it hadn't shrivelled up, and that she was still on Prosperpina's good side. Because if she wasn't ... well, then, Fiona's life just got a lot shorter.

    Fiona did get to have a sister, though. She's never had a sister before. She also got a brother, but it was a strange relationship. Fiona felt like she competing half the time with a dead girl. Which was wrong, but she couldn't help it. The amount of times whenever Nico comes here and almost calls her Bianca is like a punch to her gut. Bianca, Bianca, Bianca. Bianca died, and chose a new life. Bianca, Bianca, Bianca. It felt weird to compete with a ghost, but then again, she is the child of Pluto, so what's new?

    It's easier to have a relationship with Hazel. Mainly because Hazel is nothing like a child of Pluto. She's kind, happy, and an actual sweetheart with a lot of secrets but still a sweetheart. Usually, children of Pluto were like their father and his kingdom: dark and gloomy. Now, Fiona wouldn't call herself dark and gloomy. Perhaps sarcastic, a little ambitious (actually, scratch that, very ambitious and competitive; blame her mother) with a very short temper and a slight taste for the darker humour, but not dark and gloomy. Nico was dark and gloomy, Hazel was mysterious but a sweetheart, Fiona would say she kind of settled in between the two.

    It was actually her short temper that got her on border patrol outside the maintenance tunnel on the highway to Berkeley. Octavian told her that a fifth cohort legionnaire didn't deserve to hold a pugio as her weapon, and so, naturally, she punched him right across the face.

    It was satisfying until she lost that battle and Octavian declared she should be thrown into the Little Tiber for her actions. Reyna gladly, instead, just put her on border patrol for her discipline. But still, it was a loss. A very terrible loss, because it was cold, boring, and did she mention cold?

    Look, she knew she shouldn't have punched Octavian, but he insulted her pugio. It was a weapon usually held by high ranking officers, which she wasn't. But it was a gift from her mother, which had been a gift from her mother. It was engraved with the words victoria, and was supposed to bring victory to whoever brandished it. For a while, it had. And then Jason Grace disapperead ... (she went over this). But the point is, she holds it very close to her heart. She was determined to prove herself to her goddess grandmother. More than she wanted to prove herself to her father. She wanted to win battles that would bring her glory. She wanted to be praetor. She wanted all that glory so Victoria could look down from Olympus, see her granddaughter, and think: yes, I am proud to have her descend from my fruit.