Phoebe thought she had a normal life (I know right it's cliche) but it's not up to her to choose her own fate.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing that Uncle Rick has written - so pretty much all I own is my OC (Phoebe), any other random ones I decide to insert and what the heck she decides to do with her life.

¬ currently undergoing weird and kinda important changes, will be back up soon sorry :/ ¬

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A hand plucks a small star from the sky; it shimmers as it comes down upon the Earth. "Take it," he says, as he gently hands it towards the other being in front of him. The ball of light bursts into a small concentrated supernova when the other touches it. Small delicate features form in the light - two feet, two hands, a head, two eyes, a nose and a small mouth. A fragile smile stretches across the child's face, sparking happiness in the two beings' hearts. The child could be mistaken for a pure ray of light.

"I'm sorry, I have to leave. Zeus requires me in Olympus now."

"It's fine. I'll take care of her."

"Make sure you tell her who she is soon enough."

"I'll try."

The first one flickers out with a small smile on his face.

The other wears a similar expression, albeit a bit sadly. "Don't worry, I'll take care of our daughter. I'll make sure of it." He steps back into the shadows and fades away, carrying the child carefully in his arms.

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Look: I didn't ask for a huge black dog to chase me. I didn't want to see it explode into fricking dust in front of my very eyes when a wolf leaped out of nowhere at it. I didn't wish that I would have to run away from what I had thought had been a normal life, what I had thought had been my future.

I guess I was doomed from the start. Neither of my parents had batted an eye when they found me asleep in my crib as a baby with a wolf cub lying next to me, almost protectively. They had taken me in, pretty much prepared for all the strange occurrences that had followed me for the entirety of the ten years that followed up to now. I was just a kid!... and yet I couldn't relax. Not at all.

When I said 'pretty much prepared' I never said they were prepared enough. That huge black dog meant that their preparations were in vain. I entered this... world of craziness to which I had always belonged to somehow, whilst they had tried to shield me in a fragile bubble of safety until it popped high up in the atmosphere and we all came tumbling down.

I'm guessing you're wondering about Who's talking to you. And most likely Why. Well Hello, and welcome to My Thoughts, a show in which I tell you about how screwed up everything is. Oh, and you're waiting for my name too? It's nothing special, like me, but then you asked for it.

It's Phoebe. Phoebe Scott.

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yee and hello to my first Percy Jackson fanfic! sorry for the short prologue but the chapters will be hopefully longer...
also, a disclaimer for the whole story: I DON'T OWN RICK RIORDAN'S WORK - ONLY MY OC(s) AND THEIR SCREWED UP LIFE BELONG TO ME
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love y'all! tol bean xx