Mortals Meet Demigods

Sarah Thompson- Frazel

A/N- This woman is Catholic. I don't mean to offend any Catholic people. I am not Catholic, so my knowledge of Catholics comes solely from my best friend. You should know that this woman's attitude is meant to be non-offensive to people who have her description or name. She is the kind of person that hates ideas that aren't her's.

Disclaimer- I don't own Percy Jackson, otherwise Hera wouldn't have separated Percabeth. Why Hera. Why.

Sarah's POV

Hello. My name is Sarah, and I am 35 years old. I am recently married to a nice man named Johnathon Thompson, and we are celebrating our 1 year anniversary. We are thinking about having a child. I am a Catholic, and I truly believe that people who follow things like young love and "gays and lesbians" deserve to go to-forgive my language- hell. 

Anywho, John and I were getting ready to go to church when someone knocked on the door. When I answered it, it was a young lady with cinnamon colored curls and beautiful golden eyes stood on our apartment doormat holding a Bundt cake on a platter.

"Hello, my name is Hazel Zhang. I just moved in next door. We were wondering if you and whoever lives here with you, that is if someone lives here with you, would like to come over for dinner tonight. We would love to have you."

I smiled, we must just be her roommate. "Of course, what time should we be there?"

"5:00 is fine. Here." She handed me the platter, "I baked this last night. It's a orange cranberry Bundt cake with cranberry glaze." She smiled, "Nice meeting you." She waved, and headed next door.

I closed the door, and set the cake down onto the kitchen counter.

Johnathon came in holding a tie. "Who was that Sarah?"

I took the tie from him, "It was our new neighbors. She gave us a cake, and invited us over for dinner." I secured his tie. "Let's get going. Mary wants to show me pictures of her new granddaughter before it starts."

"Ok then. Should we make something for the dinner?"

"I'll make a loaf of bread when we get home, now let's go." I guided him towards the door.

"Should we drive?"

"Well of course. The church is 20 blocks away Johnathon."

"Yes, yes, just let me get my keys."

Time skip to 5:00........................

I was holding a rosemary olive bread loaf, freshly baked, and I knocked on Hazel's door.

A young man with neat black hair (Frank) opened the door. "Hello."

"Hi, we're the neighbors. Hazel invited us."

"Oh, ok. Come in."

He led us to an obsidian dining table, embroidered with gilded trim, and what looked like rubies. The whole apartment was finely decorated with gems and other precious metals.

I saw Hazel chatting with a young woman with blond hair. She saw us, and waved us over. 

"I'm sorry, my cousins dropped by today for a surprise visit, so I asked them to stay for dinner. Oh what's this?" She noticed the bread.

"It's just some rosemary olive bread. Family recipe. Nothing special."

The young lady with blond hair looked at the loaf, "Olive?" She started at it.

Hazel laughed and took it from me and gave it to her, "Annabeth why don't you and Piper hi and cut this so we can serve it with dinner." The blond went off with a girl with French braids braided with feathers. "I'm so rude, I forgot to ask your names."