The Flow of Time~ PJO RTB/WTM

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As the screen lightened up the book on the coffee table opened and narrated in a young girls voice.

Chapter 1: I ACCIDENTALLY VAPORIZE MY PRE-ALGEBRA TEACHER

Stela sunk down in her bean bag and mumbled, "Oh gods." when she realized her voice would be speaking throughout this whole ordeal.

Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.

If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life.

Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.

If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think it's fiction, great. Read on. I envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened.

But if you recognize yourself in these pages-- if you feel something stirring inside-- stop reading immediately. You might be one of us. And once you know that, it's only a matter of time before they sense it too, and they'll come for you.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

There was a thick silence blanketing the throne room. The book had only just started and it was already painting a negative picture for the lives of the demigods.

Trying to lighten up the mood, Connor and Travis leaned forward to rest their elbows on Stela's beanbag as they said, "Well, isn't that funny." "You didn't warn us." Huffing a laugh, Stela just shook her head and put a hand to each of the twins faces and pushed them back to their seats.

My name is Maristela Jackson. Call me anything but Stela though and I will find a way to kill you and get away with it.

I'm twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for trouble kids in upstate New York.

Not knowing what this place was, Athena asked, "What is this 'New York'?" Surprising all of the demigods it was Stela that answered. Rubbing her forehead she said, "Right, you all don't know about that yet. Gods how far back in time did we go?" Shaking herself out of her thoughts the demigoddess looked over to Athena and said, "New York is a city on a whole other continent. One that's way west of where we are right now. It has really tall, probably intricate, buildings everywhere." Stela couldn't help but bob her head side to side though and say, but Ancient Greek architecture is much more interesting. Most modern infrastructure is insanely boring."

Annabeth could be seen quickly nodding her head in agreement to Stela's words.

Athena didn't verbally respond to the demigoddess who answered her, but she did give a nod of acknowledgement. Leaning back on her throne she observed Stela with narrowed eyes. She was trying to see if the girl had any resemblance to herself.

Nico had leaned over as Stela stopped talking and gently flicked her forehead. Looking towards the dark-haired boy with scrunched eyebrows Stela quietly said, "What was that for?" Nico gently shook his head as he moved back to his seat and said, "You were starting to sound like Annabeth. Had to snap you out of it." Stela instantly shivered at the thought of Nico's words. She did not want to sound like her friend as she talked about buildings.

She has spent way too much time around the daughter of Athena.

Am I a troubled kid?

There were many low murmurs of "Yes." that had Stela raising a hand and saying, "I would very much like to point out that trouble tends to find me, not the other way around." Shrugging she continued, "Having that said, the trouble I do cause just so happens to occur with the Hermes kids."