Being born in a world as a half blood stucks. Definitely and when you just so happen to be the adoptive sister of the son of Poseidon sucked even more. Macaria Jackson was her name and she was twelve years old just like her brother Percy. She somehow ended up with Sally Jackson some time after Percy was born.

Percy was a good kid and was smart even though the teachers would tell you otherwise. Percy was above average in looks with messy jet black hair that was always swept to one side no matter how much effort Percy, Sally or herself put in. He had beautiful sea-green eyes and had olive skin. He was average height and weight. Percy didn't look much like his mother at all.

Sally was an incredibly beautiful women with a smile that could melt even the coldest of glares and blue eyes that sparkled and changed in light. Her long brown hair had a bit of grey but she aged very well. She usually dressed younger than her age and wore mostly blue clothes and blue make up. She always had blue accents no matter what day. For some reason she had bad luck. Her parents died in a plane crash when she was five and she was raised by an uncle who didn't care about her.

She wanted to be a novelist, so she spent high school working to save enough money for a college with a good creative-writing program. Then her uncle got cancer, and she had to quit school her senior year to take care of him. After he died, she was left with no money, no family, and no diploma. Sadly she was stuck with a horrible man named Gabe. He was rather large man and was basically bald besides his three black hairs. He was a heavy smoker of cigars, chewed tobacco and drinking very heavily. That combined made him look very out of shape and twenty years older than he should.

Macaria looked like none of them, which made sense. She was rather tall for her age group. She wore dark clothes that were usually green or brown. She was told that she was beautiful by people of different age groups. Her face was in the shape of a heart, with nice, thick eyebrows with a natural perfect arch. Her bottom and top lip were both full and also created a heart in shape. Both herself and Percy had perfect skin with zero blimeses. She was told she had a dreamy smile and eyes which made her look distant and cold. Her hair was thick, as black as licorice and were permanently tangled like tree roots. Her hair was long reaching all the way to her waist in medium styled locks entangled in gold accessories and braiding cords. Her eyes were swirled in green and black. Her skin was brown as the earth itself.

But back to the story.

She was twelve years old and living with her brother Percy Jackson in a private boarding school called Yancy Academy for troubled kids in upstate New Yorks. Macaria could consider herself troubled, especially after what has happened to her. During late May their school had decided to take a field trip to Manhattan with only two teachers taking care of twenty eight children. They went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to observe ancient Greek and Roman things.

Mr. Brunner was the best teacher in the entire school and treated them like actual children and not mental cases. Most of the children had expensive clothing and were rich kids that were tossed away by their parents because they weren't 'perfect' like their parents wanted them to be. It was ironic that the parents expected so much when they never spent a full week with their children and left them with their maids and servants. Percy and Macaria weren't apart of this upper class as the rest of kids which made them easy targets for bullying.

Mr. Brunner was a middle aged man with thinning brown hair, bushy eyebrows, intense brown eyes and a scruffy beard. He was in a motorized wheelchair and constantly smells like coffee. He constantly wore the same frayed tweed jacket to class and was the Latin teacher. He had an interesting collection of Roman armor and weapons and seemed to enjoy his job.

Bad things always happened on field trips, mainly to Percy. Fifth-grade: Accident with Revolutionary War cannon (hit the school bus), Fourth-grade: hit the wrong level at the Marine World shark pool (the class took a swim), Third-grade: released mistreated horses (the teacher was placed in the hospital), Second-grade: 'accidentally' pushed the grade bully into a tank with stingrays, First-grade and under: the school just didn't like having to deal with Percy or herself.

Nancy Bobofit, a girl with very ugly red hair and orange fleckles plastered across her entire body who enjoyed stealing way too much, was hitting Grover, Percy's best friend, on the back of the head with a peanut-butter and ketchup sandwich. Grover who was scrawny and cried too easy, was an easy target. He walked as though every step hurt him and was excused from P.E. due to him having a muscular disease in his legs. He looked a few years older than the rest of the kids on the bus and already had acne and a wispy beard on his chin. He was overall tall boy with curly brown hair and pale skin. He usually wore baggy pants and constantly wore some kind of headcovering.

"I'm going to kill her." Percy mumbled quietly.

"It's okay. I like peanut butter." Grover said calmly and dodged another piece of the rotten girl's lunch.

'That's it." Percy said and tried to get up only for Macaria and Grover to pull him back down.

"You're on probation." Macaria said and discreetly tossed back a large chunk on ranch onto Nancy's seat, the girl screamed in anger and was about to get out of her seat when the bus stopped and the door opened.

"Yet you never get caught." Percy said.

"You need to act smarter, don't always use your fists first." Macaria said with a serene smile on her face as they got off the bus and Mr. Brunner led the museum tour. Percy huffed angrily but walked forward. guided them through the big, echoey galleries, past marble statues and glass cases full of old black and orange pottery and all the way to a thirteen foot tall stone column with a big sphinx on top. He explained that it was a grave marker, a stele, for a girl around their age and the carving on the sides. All of the students besides Percy, Grover and Macaria were talking and ignoring the story. Percy would turn around and tell the other kids to shut up, but Mrs. Dodds, would give him an evil eye.

Mrs. Dodds was a small angry women who always wore a black leather jacket even though she looked over fifty years old. She had an angry face and a glare that could melt ice. She came to Yancy halfway through the year, since the other math teacher had a nervous breakdown. She adored Nancy and hated Percy and always pointed her crooked finger and said "Now, honey" with a fake sweet voice.

"Will you shut up?" Percy said in a loud voice interrupting everyone and everything. The entire group laughed as Mr. Brunner stopped his story.

"Mr. Jackson." The teacher said. "Did you have a comment?"

"No, sir." Percy said turning red in the face.

Mr. Brunner pointed to one of the pictures. "Perhaps you'll tell us what this picture represents?"

"That's Kronos eating his kids, right?" Percy said in relief.

"Yes." Mr. Brunner said obviously not satisfied. . "Ms. Jackson can you explain why he did this?"

Macaria jumped and immediately thought back. "The Titans were the last children of Gaea and Ouranos and Ouranos hated the children he believed didn't look normal the most. He chained all of them and hurled them into Tartarus. Gaea forged a scythe and asked the Titans to get rid of Ouranos. Ouranous was castrated and cut him into pieces. Ouranous cursed Kronos and said that one of his children would overthrow him. The brothers Kronos didn't like were hurled them into Tartarus. Kronos swallowed Hestia, Demeter, Hera, Hades and Poseidon once they were born. Macaria asked Gaea for help and was told to give birth on the island of Crete. Zeus was given to the nine nymph and had a large smooth boulder, given to her by Gaea, and Kronos swallowed it without looking."

"Like we're going to use this in real life. Like it's going to say on our job applications, 'Please explain why Kronos ate his kids." Nancy mumbled to one of her friends.

"And why, Ms. Jackson," Brunner said, "to paraphrase Miss Bobofit's excellent question, does this matter in real life?"

"I'm not entirely sure sir." Macaria said. "I mean… stories were passed down not only for humans to learn about the gods but also to teach lessons. Treat your kids better? I guess." He looked over to Percy and he said he didn't know either.

"On that happy note, it's time for lunch. Mrs. Dodds, would you lead us back outside?" The girls held their stomachs while the guys pushed each other like idiots. The trio was about to move forward when Mr. Brunner said. "Mr. Jackson and Ms. Jackson." They told Grover to keep going and turned to look at him.

"Sir?" He had an intense look in his eyes.

"You must learn the answer to my question," Mr. Brunner told them.

"About the Titans?"

"About real life. And how your studies apply to it."

"Oh."

"What you learn from me," he said, "is vitally important. I expect you to treat it as such. I will accept only the best from you, Percy and Macaria Jackson."

"Thank you sir." Macaria said holding Percy's anger back. Mr. Brunner was after all a good teacher. On tournament days he would dress up in a suit of Roman armor and shout: "What ho!" and challenge the students, sword-point against chalk, to run to the board and name every Greek and Roman person who had ever lived, and their mother, and what good they worshipped. He expected them to be the best, from her and Percy, no matter their dyslexia and attention deficit disorder. There were very few things that Macaria paid attention to and mythology was one of them.

Percy muttered something about trying harder and Mr. Brunner gave him a long sad look at the stele. He then dismissed them for lunch. The class was gathered on the front steps of the museum, where they could observe all of the foot traffic along Fifth Avenue. A huge storm was brewing and the clouds were the blackest ever seen in her life. Macaria guess it was global warming since the weather all across New York was strange since Christmas: massive snow storms, flooding, wildfires from lightning strikes and maybe now a hurricane.

None of the others seemed to notice besides Percy and Macaria. Some of the guys were pelting pigeons with Lunchable crackers much to Macaria's dismay. Macaria ran over to the guys and reprimanded them. The pigeons didn't flinch near her and instead huddled around her. For some reason she was always good with animals, she could even understand them. One of the boys tried to push her but the pigeons started making very angry cooed. "Go away you stupid humans." Was a good summary of what they were saying. The boys ran away in terror and the pigeons said "Thank you Princess." and did a bit of a bow and flew away.

Macaria walked back to the water fountain that Percy and Grover were sitting. Grover had a very surprised look on his face and seemed to be concentrating on her. "What?" She said.

"Those pigeons seem to really like you." He said surprised. "They didn't even flinch when you ran over there. Like they trust you."

"It's always been like that." Percy says. "Animals adore her, it doesn't even matter what kind."

"You're exaggerating." Macaria says. Percy laughs and Grover didn't say anything for awhile.

"Can I have your apple?" Grover said and Percy let him take it.

A large amount of cabs were going down FIfth Avenue, right where they live only a little uptown from where they were now. Sally Jackson was like a mother to Macaria, she even called her 'Mom'. She took care of her even when she just gave birth to her son and they hadn't even seen her since Christmas. Macaria didn't want her to be disappointed, six more years of schooling and she'll be done for good.

Mr. Brunner parked his wheelchair at the base of the handicapped ramp and at celery while he read a paperback novel. A red umbrella stuck up from the back of his chair.

"Oops." Macaria heard a familiar voice say and Nancy 's half eaten lunch was in her lap. Macaria glared at the girl and closed her eyes, hoping Percy wouldn't say anything. A wave interrupted her anger. Nancy was sitting on her butt in the fountain screaming "Percy pushed me!"

Mrs. Dodds materialized next to them.

Some of the kids were whispering: "Did you see-" "-the water-" "-like it grabbed her-"

Mrs. Dodds make sure stupid Nancy was okay and promised to get her a new shirt in the museum git shop. Triumphant was in Mrs.. Dodds eyes as she stared at Percy. "Now, honey-"

"I know," Percy grumbled. "A month erasing workbooks."

"Come with me," Mrs. Dodds said.

"Wait!" Grover yelped. "It was me. I pushed her."

Every single person stared at Grover in shock. He was always too scared of Mrs. Dodds to say anything, he was terrified of her. The woman glared at him. "I don't think so, Mr. Underwood," she said.

"But-"

"You-will-stay-here."

Grover looked at Percy as though it was the end of the world.

"It's okay, man." Percy said. "Thanks for trying."

"Honey." Mrs. Dodds barked. "Now."

Nancy smirked and mysteriously a large amount of wind came rushing towards her and her friends making all of them fall down. Percy went inside with Mrs. Dodds much to Macaria's annoyance. It stared to snow outside and the temperature outside dropped to freezing in only a couple of minutes. Even the water fountain had frozen. Only Grover and Mr. Brunner seemed to notice immediately and looked around confused. Percy was already inside and they stared at her for a couple seconds much to her confusion.

"What?" Macaria asked.

"Nothing." Grover said and all of them went inside. Almost immediately as the snow came, it was turned into sleet but the water fountain, which she was still sitting on remained frozen. Macaria felt dread in her soul and immediately went inside the building. She ran inside looking for Percy and Mrs. Dodds, there was a dying screech and Macaria had found Percy, alone no Mrs. Dodds with a ballpoint pen in his hand.

He was trembling and Macaria hugged him. "I had a bad feeling." He hugged her back.

"You always had strong intuition." Percy says shaking. "Mrs. Dodds turned into some weird thing with large, leathery wings and a mouth with yellow fangs and red eyes. She tried to kill me, I swear it happened." Macaria gave him a confused look but said nothing. "Mr. Banner appeared out of nowhere and gave me this pen that turned into a sword and I.. killed… her…"

Macaria thought back in the past of all of the weird things she had seen. When was asleep when she was younger she a tall man with a muscular body and long dark hair in her dreams. His skin would change colors from blue with cloudy patterns like the sky and dark with glimmerings tars at night. He was cold and heartless and caused her nightmares when she was younger. Other nights it would be a woman made out of ash and smoke. Her face was impossible to see besides her eyes which were stone like quasars. She had wings, a black dress that reminded her of the galaxies.

It took one strange vision for her to fall asleep. A lean and muscular man with a regal face and honey gold eyes. His black hair went down to his shoulders and had the deepest brown skin she had ever seen, the color of teawood. He had dark wings that glimmered in different shades of blue, black and purple. He was the most beautiful man she had ever seen.

"She was trying to kill you Percy." Macaria said calmly. "You did what you had to do." She then held onto her brother's hand and led him calmly back to the group outside where it was raining. Just like the snow, the rain didn't touch her skin. The fountain wasn't frozen anymore and the snow wasn't anywhere in sight. Grover was sitting by himself by the fountain with a museum map over his head. Nacny was just standing there, soaked from her swim in the fountain and was grumbling with her stupid friends.

"I hope Mrs. Kerr whipped your butt." Nancy said.

"Who?" The siblings asked.

"Our teacher. Duh!"

"Nancy what are you talking about." Macaria asked. Nancy rolled her eyes and went back to talking to her friends. Percy asked Grover where Mrs. Dodds was.

Grover paused and wouldn't at them but said: "Who?"

"Not funny, man." Percy said. "This is serious."