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Next Generation Percy Jackson PT2/2

Espher had been technically homeless for 8 months, she would be turning eighteen tomorrow and she was spending the time until then sat in a McDonalds carpark in a stolen car avoiding the police and trying to figure out whether or not she'd be eating tonight.

It was hard to tell when everything went wrong, her head told her it was the day of the fire, her heart screamed it was the day her parents took off, and the cuts along her arms told her it was the day she was born.

Her life was shit, Espher wouldn't deny that, she was on the run from mortals and monsters alike - her body deciding that now would be a fantastic time to develop a delicious scent that would bring the hordes of hell to her. She had nothing and no one.

All she had was Alkenzrik, her form changing weapon to keep her alive. The thing was constantly changing, she had no control over what form the weapon took, sometimes it would be a dagger, a sword, a shield, or maybe even a fucking scythe. Granted, it had taught Espher the value of planning, but still, she would have been a lot happier if the weapon was reliable for once.

Honestly, looking back, Espher wondered how she hadn't developed a death wish sooner; she wasn't about to kill herself of course, but if she got slammed into by a car or bus while crossing the road she wouldn't try fighting. Maybe it was her lack of self-preservation that took one look at the golden haired teen her age infront of her and decided to take his hand.

Maybe it was a higher instinct or intuition.

All she knew now, looking back in retrospect? Yeah, that bastard was definitely not even trying to come across as mortal.

....

Espher stared at him, from where he stood smiling at her, the jagged cut across his face, through his eye, his baby blue eyes, his rougish smile, his tied back blonde hair.

"Luke Castellen?" She parroted back at the stranger, "Is that supposed to ring a bell or something? Oh definitely-not-human one?"

Luke, Lucas? Rubbed a hand sheepishly over the back of his neck, "I was a friend of your mom-" he paused at the dark look that crossed her face and winced in understanding, "Of Annabeth and Percy's when I was alive."

She blinked, taking that in before her mouth dropped open, "When you were alive?" She repeated, staring at him.

He looked good for a dead man. NO! The dude's same age as her parents damn it! Or similar at least.

Luke sighed, "How much greek mythology do you know?" He questioned, looking pained.

Espher raised a brow, "If you've been watching over me as you claim- which," she paused, glaring, "creepy as fuck just so you know - you should know that I know nothing."

Luke muttered swears under his breath that made her brows raise, and stifle a laugh that made him look at her oddly. "I couldn't agree more," she said dryly to his strange alarm, "but I don't consider them my parents so I would appreciate it if you stopped calling them that."

Luke gave her an odd look, like he wanted to say something for a moment there, but paused before giving in at her shrug.

"It Is how it is." She dismissed easily, uncaring.

The older sighed and nodded, "Alright kid, I suppose it all started with Kronos - relatively speaking."

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