Water and Magic: A Percy Jackson Fan Fic

I vaporise some teachers

VERY IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE! MUST READ!!

A/N: This whole book is in Jasmine Dragonite's P.O.V, only the prolouge was in Hecate's P.O.V. Also, this may be hard since I live in NZ, but I'll whip out an atlas and head onto Google Maps. Now.

STORY TIME!!!!!!

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"Miss. Dragonite, what was Venus named after" Miss. Elis asks.

"The Roman godess of love and beauty." I groan. Why Astronamy? Why not something cool, like the Greek Gods? I would have got full marks on that. At least I have that class after lunch. Stupid motel, insisting that everytime I get kicked out of school, (9 for the record, soon to be 10 if im gonna stay in this Hades hole,) they put me in another school, where again I get kicked out. Its not that Im dumb, because im smart as, its because strange things happen to me.

Once when I was ten, some vampire thingy leaped straight at me. I chucked a pair of scissors at her, and she dissapeared in a load of flames. The scissors nearly cut off my teachers ear, and next thing you know my butt hurts from being kicked out of class with 3-inch boots.

Another time, a dazed teacher put be in a closet with a rattlesnake in it. I came out with a snake in one hand, and a bloody kitchen knife in the other. Kicked out again.

So many strange things happen to me. I have zit idea why. Max, a very cute boy, slids up to me.

"Hey Jas. Wanna sit with me at lunch?" He whispers.

"Sure." I reply.

If I don't get kicked out before lunch. Because anything can happen between there and then. Like a rampaging elepgant or a giant squid sits on me or I eat Parmesaen Goat Cheese...

Wait, whoa. Stupid ADHD. Hits ya when you least expect it.

He nods, and goes back to his desk. The bell rings, and everyone heads out.

Everyone, except me.

"Miss. Dragonite, pleasse stay here." Miss. Elis says. Gods, I hate how she makes that hissing noise when she pronounces the letter 's.' I sit.

Did she find out that I stole a couple of her Mentos? Or that I got my Beethoven report from the internet? What if they make me write it again? Or worse, make me sit still for 15 minutes?

"You have a very sspecccial... Aura about you." She says.

"Does aura mean listening, or answering?"

"Neither. But your mother... Ive met her before. I know where she is"

I swear my heart stops pounding.

My mother?

She left when I was born, When dad was killed two days later.

"Where? What is she like?" I ask, a million questions rushing through my mind.

"Oh she's... Magical. And what a pity, because you will never see her again."

Mrs. Lively comes into the room, locks the door, and they both face me.

"What do yo-" I start, but my question is quickly answered.

They both start to grow tails that ar- wait, tails? They grow two green, scaly trunks that are like snake legs, and start to grow fangs. Soon there both proparly made.

Two Scythian Dracanae.

Grover bursts in. Grover is my best friend. Not boyfriend, but friend. He has a note excising him from sports and P.E, but you should see him run when he can get his hands on echiladas and coffee.

"Two Scythian Dracanae. Run Jasmine!" He screams, pulling out a baseball bat.

"Thisssss isss none of your buissness, ssatyr" Ex-Mrs. Lively hisses.

After much deciphering, I realise what she said. Grovers not a satyr, right? But then Miss. Elis flicks her hand, and Grover flies back into the wall with a sickening crunch, arm-first.

Thats when I get angry, and something strange happens.

A mini bronze tomohawk appears in my hand. It's way to light for my liking. The Scythian Dracanae stare at it, and I take my opportunity. I leap at them. I swipe at Miss. Lively, and my tomohawk chops through her, turning her to gold dust. Miss. Elis claws at my shirt, but I bend back, and she misses. I swipe at her double trunk legs, and she turns to dust. I stand there, astonished and staring at the tomohawk. The tomohawk disappears, and I run to Grover.

"Fooood" He moans. I facepam, but I rummage through his backpack and pull out some packet labelled ambrosia. But this does not look like an ambrosia to me. The ones I know, are cream, vanilla or strawberry yoghurt, peaches, and marshmallows, all mixed into one giant bowl. This ambrosia is in the form of little squares the colour of melted butter. There in very small cubes. I grab two, sensing that for some reason too much could kill. A pain jabs in my head, like its common knowladge. I feed Grover them, and he's up.

"We need to leave. Now" He commands, running to the door.

"Where are we going?" I ask, running behind him.

"Camp Half-Blood, the only place safe for Demigods"