Hades' Daughter; Percy Jackson and The Olympians

Hey guys! it's me again, made another fanfic but this time not from Twilight Saga but from Percy Jackson & The Olympians. I don't know much of Greek Mythology, so I made up some other names/places/monsters and etc. Pardon me if there's any wrong grammar.

This story is composed of 14 chapters. So anyway, here goes. Enjoy the fanfic!

1

Six in the morning when my alarm clock started making noise. I wanted to hit the snooze button and sleep till' it's 4 in the afternoon, but part of my brain told me to get up and deal with this living hell life of mine. I wanted to leave my bed and get ready but seems like there's a magnet trying to pull my body back. Do you know that feeling? Well, of course you do. Waking up early, who wouldn't feel that kind of magnetism in bed?

I managed to stood up and leave my bed. I got my towel and rushed to the bathroom. After 15 mins, I got dressed, prepared my things and the next thing I hear, my mother, I mean not really my mother I just call her that because she's the one who took care of me since I was little because my real mother died in a car accident and my father abandoned me, atleast that's what she told me. But it didn't matter that much, I was still happy that she treats me like her real daughter, just like a mom should be. So I was saying, she was knocking at my bedroom's door and telling me to hurry up.

"Be out in a minute mom" I yelled

"Okay dear"

I went outside my bedroom and saw my mother at the kitchen, baking pancakes and drinking her coffee.

"Mom, I'm leaving now." I told her and rushing at the door and just I was about to open the door

"Oh no you don't Kiera Nightlock, come over here and eat your pancakes"

"I'm already late" i protested

"Come over here and eat" she repeated. Well, I guess few bites won't hurt. I thought to myself. I finished eating my pancakes so I told my mom that I'm gonna leave now. She hugged me just what she always does, always as in everyday when I'm about to leave the house.

I went outside, walked and passed by a few apartments, oh and by the way, we live in an estate since we don't have enough money to buy or build a house. The estate would remind you of a television documentary that you had once watched about a team of demolition men bringing down a block of derelict flats in the East End of London. I also passed the shops near the estate, all deserted and the hair salon had been completely burnt out. There were piles of rubbish in the corners, puddles of urine against the walls. The stench was overpowering. Which I got all used to, we had no choice.

So there I was beside the newspaper stand waiting for the bus, when my eye caught some parts of the newspaper so I grabbed the newspaper and read it silently, it says

One man killed by an angry and uncontrollable bull. The man happens to be the owner of the farm, he was trying to feed his bull then it attacked him.

Then below those lines, a picture of the dead bull, they must've killed it when they knew it killed the farm owner to prevent more deaths. And in a couple of seconds, it wasn't an ordinary dead bull I was seeing. It was some kind of a Minotaur, half man half bull, just like what we've been discussing in our Greek Mythology class.

The owner, an old man, interrupted me "Hey brat! No free reading! You must buy it to read it!"

"Geez, I was just trying to look"

"Pay or put it back!"

I put it back, I don't wanna see an old man die of heart attack just because he was angry of me reading his newspapers for free and you wouldn't blame him, I was a shoplifter, carjacker-once only, my friends in the estate and I did it for fun- and whatever it is you want to call me. But i've never been in jail. I never got caught.