Searching For My Legendary Parents

Since I love the Percy Jackson series SO much, I've decided to make a Percy Jackson story. Please don't hate on it, if you don't like it, don't read it! Thanks guys! =)


3. Chapter 2

I grab the spare key from on top of the door, and after unlocking it, Kane and I walk in.

"Kane, can you go into my room and get my dagger out of my secret drawer?" I ask him. I know it's called a 'secret drawer' but Kane found it when he was looking for dad's stash of Christmas presents. For whatever reason they would be in my room, I have no idea.

But he nods and scurries off down the hallway.

I go into the living room and straight up to the bookshelf, next to the fireplace (with Greek fire). I look through the books mom always used to read.

I trace my fingers over The History of Architecture and pull it out of the bookshelf.

I look at the worn out, jagged edges of the pages, from the many, many times mom has read it.

I loved it when my mom would read this to me and my brother as a bedtime story when we were little.

Which reminds me; I don't think I've properly introduced myself, have I? How rude of me! Well, I'm 15, and my name is Kayden Jackson. My dad is, of course, the legendary Percy Jackson. I know, cool right? And my mom is Annabeth Chase, one of the smartest people ever to be at Camp Half-Blood. Since I have the most popular parents here at camp, it's kind of hard to be known for anything other than Percy Jackson's daughter, not that I'm complaining or anything.

"Here you go," Kane walks up next to me and hands me my Celestial Bronze dagger that dad got me for my 7th birthday.

"Thanks Bub," I say taking it from him.

I ruffle his golden blonde hair, and his sea-green eyes gaze up at me.

He looks kinda like mom, with his hair, but he has dad's green eyes. I look like dad, with my long, dark brown hair, but I have mom's stormy grey eyes.

I place mom's book back on the shelf and usher Kane out the door with me, and I lock the door behind us.

It took about 5 minutes to get to the big house from our house. Since mom and dad had saved this camp from many, many battles, Chiron thought it would only be fair that he help build them a house when mom got pregnant with me.

"Any news?" I ask Chiron when I see him.

He shakes his head 'no' and we silently walk to the pavilion for breakfast.

I get pancakes and syrup, and orange juice. I walk over to the fire pit and scrape off a portion of my food, praying to my Grandmother, Athena, and my Grandfather, Poseidon, that my parents, who have been missing for more than a year, are safe and are coming home soon.

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