This story partially takes place during the events of HoO. I'm putting a time-gap between the PJO and HoO books, with my own little twist.
**Note: I do not own any of the characters listed in the cast call. All characters listed in the cast call bel...
My name is Natalie Alexai Nikolaev. My friends call me Lexai or Nikolaev. My parents are Natalia Nikolaev, who is my mother. Hermes, God of Trade, my father. And Alexander Jameson my step-Father
I am 18 years old, and I have icy blue eyes and soft, strawberry blond hair.I was born in Boston, Massachusetts, making me a 1st generation American. My mother, Natalie Nikolaev, moved from Russia to America 20 years ago, where she went to college and got a steady job. When I was 2, my mother met my step-father, Alexander Jameson, and they married 18 months later.
When I was younger, I would have dreams of a man in jogger's clothes and winged athletic shoes. It was only on my 11th birthday did I finally meet him, and find out who he was, and who I really was. It was on that day that I would learn of the monsters and how I was to deal with them, about the "visions" as my mother had called them, and what they mean and how to handle and deal with them.
It was on my 18th birthday, just 2 days ago, that I had the strangest and most compelling dream ever: The dream was drawing me to a strawberry field in New York, and showing me glimpses of faces I recognized only from the sketches that had filled the dozens of sketchbooks that littered my dorm room: Dionysus, God of Wine, and Chiron, wise teacher, healer, and prophet. So, I packed my bags and began my trip to New York from my small, weekend studio apartment in Boston, Massachusetts.
Oh! One more thing:
I'm the one thing in Perseus Jackson's life that he has never spoken a word of. Not his now-girlfriend, his best friend, or even his mother (though I'm 99% sure Sally Jackson knows he's hiding something.)
And let me tell you, as I'm stepping foot onto the Camp's grounds at 9:38 pm, two days after my father sent me on my way, and the singing that had been happening around the campfire stops, all I can do is bite back a grin at his face, which was priceless.
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