A New Life. A PJO and Kane Chronicles Fanfiction *UNDER RENOVATION*

1) Aria's POV - I'm a What?

I really hope you like this one although I must tell you you one thing. This is not a crossover. In some chapters it does cross but its not based on it! It is just two girls stories! But I had to write them together because they do crossover in the sequel. So this book is not a crossover! The sequel will be!

And this story is kinda old, I wrote it with a lot less writing experience and grammar knowledge and basically it's kinda bad so just to warn you. I'm going to fix it up soon, make it more enjoyable. So maybe if you're interested you can put it on your read later list.

*IMPORTANT: This chapter begins in January after The Red Pyramid and after The Lost Hero.

I do not own Rick Riordan's wonderful creations! I only own my own made up characters!

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Aria's POV

Am I an orphan? You could say that. My dad left when I was two. He was never around much anyways, according to my mother. It's been seven years since I last saw him. I vaguely remember he came by when I was six, but only for a few minutes. After that he disappeared. My mother hated me. She tried to leave me on the street when I was six, nearly right after my dad came to see me. The police found me and brought me home. They arrested her and I went into foster care for two years. When she was let out of jail they sent me back to her. Then she just dumped me off at a foster care office and I've never seen her since. I didn't mind at first. Everyone treated me a lot nicer than my mother ever did. That was, until the first sign of trouble came. 

See, I seemed to attract trouble. Weird monster like creatures always attacked me. Nobody believed me when I said one of them had red eyes. I learned no one was ever going to believe. After reading the book The Hunger Games I was inspired and made a bow with arrows and was surprised to find it was actually possible and I did pretty well. I learned to shoot and I was really good at it too. Eventually I saved enough money to buy a real one and a couple of arrows for myself. Sorry, where are my manners? (Long gone). My name's Aria and I'm thirteen. I guess you could say I was socially awkward, but I think that's just because people didn't appreciate my bold attitude and I didn't appreciate their stares. But I did have one friend. His name was Nico di Angelo. He didn't talk much, which was fine. We usually just ended up in a small woods firing my bow. In fact that's how we met. He stumbled into the clearing and I almost shot him I was so startled. Then next time I went, he was there, like he was waiting for me. Ever since then it was unofficially our meeting place. Sometimes he'd show up three times in a row and sometimes he'd be gone for an entire month. I was always extremely curious but never asked. 

Now I should probably get this out of the way and tell you that I'm dyslexic and ADD. And because of that, some foster homes had been reluctant to take me, so I lived in a group home in downtown Manhattan, New York. It was fine I guess. Some girls were new, and some had been there longer than me, but I kind of stuck by myself. Unless we were playing basketball, which I have an odd attraction to, then I was left alone. Anyways, it was just a usual day in the middle of January when everything went wrong. I woke up, got dressed, had breakfast, cleaned myself up, and went back to my room to get my stuff for school. Luckily I share the room with only one other girl. Her names Cora and she's in all meanings of the word, a prep. I guess I should be thankful. Because of this she's almost always gone with her friends and I get the room to myself, which is great when I want to write music or poems. Which some people think is weird but whatever. Who cares what those losers think? Sorry getting off track. Now before that I was talking about . . . oh, what happened. Right. So I grabbed my things and opened the door.

Standing there was Harriet, my worst enemy. Just kidding, she's just really annoying and getting on my case all the time. 

"Aria! I have a surprise for you!" her voice reminded me of an opera singer. Really high, kind of sing-songy, very annoying.

"Great I love surprises." my voice was monotone. Surprises were great in all, but her's were hardly ever worth getting excited for.

"Oh cheer up. You get to miss school!"

"Really?" okay, that's always worth getting excited for.

"Yeah! Alright, so, here's the news . . . someone's here to see you!" my heart skipped a beat. What did she mean? Like, someone I knew? Because I only knew a few people outside the group home and none of them would mean skipping school. Surely not my mother . . . or father. My heart sped up at that thought.

"W-what?" I managed to stutter

"For adoption! Yay!" she threw her arms up and waved them around. My heart rate calmed down, but only for a moment.

"Wait. Are you serious?!" I couldn't believe it. It had been three years since I had met anyone wanting to adopt.

"Yes silly! Now put your books away! They want to spend the day with you! Isn't that wonderful?!" in a sort of trance I put my backpack back under my bed and followed her to the "meeting room" which was basically like a living room, but in a separate room to give people privacy. I took a deep breath and she opened the door. Inside was a old man in a wheel chair. I went in first and sat in the loveseat across from where the man was, Harriet came in behind me and sat on the couch between us.

"Aria, this nice gentleman is Mr. Brunner."

"Hello." I said. He seemed to be studying me which made me very uncomfortable and I started to fidget.

"Mrs. Whalen, do you think Aria and I might have a moment alone?" he said. I admit, I panicked inside. I had just met this man, I didn't want to be alone with him.

"Of course! I'll be right outside if you need me!" she jumped up and whispered when she passed me, "Good luck." I nodded and stared at the man. He waited until the door was shut to speak again.

"Hello Aria." suddenly the room seemed a lot warmer and the old man seemed nicer, "My name is really Chiron. I read your file. It seems you lived with your mother until you were six, and then for a bit when you were eight, correct?"

"Yeah." I whispered.

"And your father?"

"I saw him when I was six. My mother said he was hardly ever around when I was little and disappeared completely when I was two. Except for when I was six . . ."

"I see. Now, if you agree, for all intents and purposes I will be your legal guardian."

"What do you mean?" Seriously I still don't understand.

"Aria, it says you are dyslexic and have ADD. Do you ever see things that other people don't? Strange creatures or things happening that shouldn't be possible?" he said it like I wasn't crazy, almost sympathetic. 

"How do you-"

"You're not the only one. And you're not seeing things. Other people can't see them because of the mist." 

"The what?" I was thinking by this time I had been left alone with some crazy man and he was probably going to kill me.

"You can see through it because you're a demigod."

"A what?" Yeah, he was crazy.

"A demigod."

 "What's a demigod?" I shouldn't have asked.

"Now that, Aria, is where you're new life begins." then he stood and turned into a centaur.

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Only the first seven chapters have been edited so if things don't make sense, it's because I haven't edited them yet. Thanks!