The gods at Mt. Olympus thought everything was going to be peaceful now that the Lord of Time was dead, but how will they react when they find out Kronus has a daughter? With powers from of each of the Olympian Gods, Amber Campbell didn't really know she was the Dark Lord's child until her two best friends tell her, making everything she believed in a lie. After learning that she and her friends must infiltrate Camp Half Blood in order to spy for Kronus so he can plan his attack, Amber makes a goal to help her Father gain what was rightfully his--the throne of Mt. Olympus. But her focus to reach that goal wavers after she meets Percy Jackson. She feels smitten at his charm, but after learning that he led the army of half-bloods to the downfall of her father, Amber makes sure to put distance between her and the son of Poseidon. As her 16th birthday draws near, Amber's powers grow stronger, but so does her attraction to Percy. Will she choose to side with her Father and bring down the Olympian Gods and Percy, or will her love for him make her switch sides? And what will she do when Percy finds out the truth about her?

It's so cold...I feel like I'm freezing up. Literally. I felt like everything inside was beginning to change...who I was, what I was, and just me. I opened my icy blue eyes. Everyone I knew, Annabeth, The Seven, the Gods, everyone except my mother, Paul, and Grover, betrayed me or wanted me dead. I'm a demigod on the run. And I'm losing myself to a part of me that I never knew existed. The morning dew on the leaves around me froze to crystallized droplets as I walked by. Just as I was admiring the beauty of it all, a shout came from behind me and I turned. A hunter was pointing my way and more people came. Twenty more hunters, and roughly forty demigods. I turned away from them and ran while taking out my sword. Riptide. It wasn't what it used to be. Before it had a blue green colored trident etched into a glowing bronze metal and a golden hilt. Now? The bronze glowed silver because of a thin layer of deadly ice. The trident became an icy blue, just as my eyes had changed and the hilt was now black and silver. Why? I'm changing. The world destroyed me. So I'm changing. To someone I'm not. I can't stop it. I can keep running before I freeze over entirely. Then I'll be unstoppable. = = = so im writing a second draft and i realized i screwed up the whole plot in this story because it wasnt meant to be cliche but it turned out to be so this is gonna be the first version and the second version im writing at an incredibly slow rate so yeah this version is not the best to say it nicely [lowercase and terrible grammar intended because I'm lazy]