Percy Jackson: Daughter of Shadows

1. I slap Dionysus and a horse

 Look, I didn't ask to be a demigod. Unfortunately, being one involves getting chased across Kansas by hellhounds and empousa. 

 "Could- you-be-any-more-ANNOYING!!!!!!!" A hellhound lunged and I slashed through it with my sword. Stygian Iron, a lot more useful on ghosts and manias, but I'll take what I can get. "Almost to Haven!" Viktor yelled, stabbing an empousa in the chest. Viktor's been my best friend since god's know when. He's crippled, but his cane's enchanted to where he can run and walk normally. (It took me three years to perfect that, and it's still glitchy. Stupid Minotaur) "Just keep running!" I yelled, slamming into another hellhound the size of a tank. Haven started to become more visible. Viktor got to the door and threw it open. "Come on!" he yelled. I dove in through the door and he slammed it behind me, collapsing down next to me. 

 "Phew" he sighed. "Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite demigods!" came a voice from behind the counter. Chris Mcgill stepped out from behind the counter, beaming. "You two look like hell" "You don't look too bad yourself, Mcgill" He smirked and passed me a bottle of nectar. "Thanks" "Not a problem, you got what they wanted?" I held up a bag. "One Minotaur horn, as promised" Chris bent down and looked inside the bag. "For the love of Tartarus, if you two don't slow down, there won't be any quests left for me to give you!" Viktor stood up, wincing. "I wouldn't mind that" His sword turned back into a cane as leaned on it. "Oh my Hades, what happened to you?!" Chris asked, staring at him. Viktor's shirt was in bloody tatters. "Nothing much, just a scratch" "Just a scratch my foot! Put some damn nectar on that!" yelled a voice from one of the tables. Chris's fiancée, Eliza, marched over to us, a jug of mead in her hand. "Good to see you too, Eliza" I said, standing up. "I swear, you two need to go somewhere besides here when you get in a pinch" Viktor snorted. "You and I know full well Lilly wouldn't let us go to Camp Half-Blood if her life depended on it."

  "Why on Earth would I want to go to a camp half-way across the country just to have one of those stupid Olympians tell me what to do?" Chris smirked. "You just hate admitting that you may be wrong sometimes, don't you? And you don't-" "And I don't want some high and mighty asshole telling me how to live my life. If I had wanted to go to Camp Half-Blood, I would have" I said, pulling my necklace out from under my shirt. It was the last thing my mom gave me before... never mind. "You wouldn't happen to have anything to eat, would you?" Eliza shook her head. "Hang on one sec" She disappeared into the kitchen. Viktor sighed and sat down in the booth next to us. "What?" I asked, sitting across from him. "You know they're right. We're running out of things to do for quests. Going to Camp Half-Blood may be our only option" "No, no, absolutely not. I have not been running across the country for seven years just to finally give in and give myself to the Gods. I'll die before I go there" Viktor sighed and pulled a nectar flask from the sauce rack. He poured it onto his side wound and it healed up instantly. Normally, mortals would burn to ash by just touching nectar or ambrosia, but Viktor's been exposed to enough immortal powers and magic to be able to eat and use some of it.

  Eliza came back out with two bottles of ginger ale and a plate with ambrosia cubes. Viktor grabbed the ginger ale. "Thanks" "Well then, hurry up and eat, someone just came in with a new quest for you" I choked on my ambrosia square. "What are we looking for this time?" "Apparently, a bunch of ghouls took a gem belonging to some rich Roman family, and they want you to find it" "The pay better be good for this shit" Viktor said.  "Oh, it is. Fifty thousand drachma for finding and returning it safely. Although they won't really care if you're still in one piece."

5 months later

 "REMIND ME WHY WE CHOSE TO TAKE THIS QUEST?!" Viktor yelled, slashing through an empousa. "Because we make bad life choices!" I yelled back, throwing a lemure back. All this for one measly gem. I should keep the damn thing just to piss off that stupid Roman family. Viktor turned a corner. I slid next to him and fell on the ground. "Lilly, I know you don't want to hear this-" "Then don't say it. We're not going crying to Camp Half-Blood" Viktor looked sheepish. "What?" "I, um, kind of already got us there" He pointed to the top of the hill on the road we were sitting on. Half-Blood Hill...