Hello, little midgets!!! Here is a one-shot that I am making for all you lovely people. It's sort of a "Mortals meet Demigods." It's using the character I based off myself, "Leila Darius." This makes it like the other one-shot didn't happen.

In the middle, it will say that Leila is cursed by Apollo, which is different from the other one-shot. That's because I forgot to add that detail, and for some reason, my Nexus doesn't let me edit it.

READ ON, MY LITTLE MIDGETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Leila POV

I hummed as I walked to my school, Durmstrang Middle (Geddit? And no, this is not in Bulgaria. This is in Western USA.). I fell behind my half-brother and his friends. (A/N I do not have a half-brother, but I do have a brother. I am making him my half-brother just to make him a mortal.

By the way, my name is Leila Darius. I am a half-blood. A daughter of Aphrodite to be exact. I am also a legacy of Hades, Poseidon, Athena, and Ares. I have been blessed by all four of those. I am a Hunter of Artemis. I am cursed by Apollo. The Mist fell during the Second Gigantomachy (the second Giant War) so now everyone knows that the Greek and Roman gods exist.

And do not mistake me for a ditzy, stupid, make-up obsessed girl. I am the strongest girl in my grade, an A student, and I never wear make-up. I can charmspeak you however I want.

We half-bloods have to be careful, because we don't want to reveal ourselves. We have to be on the look-out for the HTU, or the Half-blood Termination Unit. Apparently, the government thinks that we are a danger.

I felt a familiar weight in my pocket. It was my Swiss Army Knife, Atromitos, which means fearless in Greek. Funny, because that's my fatal flaw.

Anyways, my Swiss Army Knife can turn into a spear, two daggers, a sword, a chainsaw, and a pistol. Like Percy's sword, it returns to my pocket.

I got to my school and stood in the line. Great. Now for a long, boring day. The only classes I like are History and Language Arts. Why? I like writing things, and I know a ton about Ancient History. Oh, and P.E, or physical exercise.

I sighed and walked into Math, my least favorite subject. After what seemed like forever, and no, I am not ADHD or dyslexic, we were dismissed.

I walked to brunch, which is like recess. I walked to my group of friends. They were all half-bloods, but the problem was that they didn't know it.

We chatted, but I felt like something was wrong. The hairs on my neck stood up.

Suddenly, three leucrotae and a Cyclops ran into the pavilion. One of the leucrotae said, "Where is the foolish Aphrodite spawn? She shall die!!"

I cursed under my breath and screamed, "RUN!! TAKE COVER!!"

I think it would have worked without charmspeak. The students ran away, out of the pavilion.

I turned to the monsters and yelled, "Run away!"

They did run away about thirty feet, and turned around. But it gave me enough time to rip through my backpack and grab my emergency jar of Greek fire.

One of the leucrotae growled. "I am resistant to fire, half-blood." In case you're wondering, the Cyclops was speaking through the leucrotaes' mouths.

I smiled. "I know that." And I charged.

Just before the Cyclops and I collided, I hit the ground so I fit through his legs. One of the perks of being short and scrawny.

The monsters stopped in confusion and turned around. But my jar of Greek fire was sailing through the biggest leucrotae's open mouth. It exploded, making the other leucrotae catch fire. While they disintegrated, the Cyclops looked at them, dumbfounded. Big mistake of his. I turned Atromitos into a pistol and shot the Cyclops.

I yelled, "The monsters are gone!!"

They probably thought it was a trick because no one came out. I stomped over to where someone was hiding, grabbed him by the shoulders, and shoved him to where the battle had taken place. t must have been pretty embarrassing, since he was the most muscled boy in eigth grade, and I'm only in sixth grade.

I asked him, "Now do you believe me?"

He nodded, his whole body shaking in fear. I told him, "Call the other people, now." I said it with no charmspeak. I don't really like charmspeaking people unless it's for their own safety.

He shook his head. "No! You're one of those demigods!"

I took my Atromitos out of my pocket. He laughed, " What's a Swiss Army Knife going to do against me?" Oh, I forgot to mention. He was also the cockiest kid in the school.

I flipped open the screwdriver and pulled on the keychain part. It transformed into my spear, my preferred weapon.

Beads of sweat popped up on his forehead, but he stuttered, "Half-blood weapons don't hurt normal people. They only hurt freaks like you and monsters."

I raised a brow. "Di immortales, you're stupid. This is Stygian iron. Only children of Hades, close legacies of the god, and ones blessed by him can get cut by it. Otherwise, it rips your soul from your body. And, it can hurt mortals."

Either he was really brave, or extremely stupid, because he announced, "I wont do it!"

I grabbed his shirt and pulled him down so our faces were leveled. "Do you know who I am?" I asked in a whisper.

He didn't answer, but I went on, "I am a daughter of Aphrodite, a charmspeaker. I am a legacy of Hades, Ares, Athena, and Poseidon. My best friends are Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano, Leo Valdez, Nico di Angelo, Thalia, Daughter of Zeus, and the rest of the seven. I am a Hunter of Artemis, second-in-command. I have done things you wouldn't think of doing. I have suffered pain beyond any of you here. I haven't charmspoken you because I don't want to be like one of my snobby sisters. Now CALL THE OTHER PEOPLE!!!!!!"

He ran out and yelled, "It's safe! You can come!"

People crept of their hiding places. Soon, there was a crowd of one thousand five hundred kids in front of me.

My half-brother, Parth, (I am Indian, so yeah) stepped forward. He asked, "Leila, why didn't you tell me you're a demigod?" His voice was full of hurt.

I looked up at him. His brown eyes were sad. We always argued, but that meant nothing.

"I didn't want you to think of me as different," I admitted.

He answered, "But you know I don't think bad of half-bloods."

"I thought you would think of me differently if you found out that I am a demigod."

He nodded. I stepped back and addressed the crowd. "You thought that I am just a weird idiot. But that is not true. I am a daughter of Aphrodite, charmspeaker. I am a legacy of Hades, Poseidon, Athena, and Ares. I have been blessed by those four, cursed by Apollo so the sunlight slowly drains my energy. I can do stuff like shadow travel and get water to heal me. And no, I am not going to tell you what I have done."

I walked over to my friends. "What do you think of me now?" I asked.

Most of one of them thought that I was a little scary, which I smiled at. Two thought I was cooler than before, and one didn't know what to think of me.

"Well," I started, "You're gonna have to get used to that. You're all demigods."

They just nodded, but they had stunned looks on their faces.

"Follow me," I commanded and we walked out. School was only one fourth of a mile away from my house, which was lucky. We went to my house and found my stepmom, whom I call Mom.

"Mom!" I yelled. "We have to get to San Francisco!" I live in California, about forty minutes away from San Francisco. Since Camp Jupiter was obviously nearer than Camp Half-Blood, I decided it would take a lot less time than to go to CHB.

Mom looked behind me, then at my monster-dust-splattered clothes. Then she nodded. I told her, "I'll get the ambrosia and some weapons." I went upstairs to my room and opened a drawer to find two daggers and a Ziplock of ambrosia. Some curses flew out of my mouth. I opened my closet and found one spear and one sword. I ran back downstairs and out of the house and jumped into the minivan. There I handed each of my friends a weapon. My stepmother started the engine and we started.

On the way, I told my friends who I thought their godly parents were. I couldn't really figure out anything much about Rhea, but I guessed that Sonya was a daughter of Nike, Aranya was a daughter of Venus, and Anita was a daughter of Mars or Ares.

We were about five minutes away when a hellhound came running to the car. I panicked for a second but looked at the hellhound's neck. Around it was a collar, made of bronze.

"Mom, stop the car," I ordered. She glanced out the window and shouted, "There's a hellhound there!"

"I know," I told her kindly, "but I know that one."

Mom pulled over. The rest of my friends were looking at me like I was crazy, but I just got out of the van and yelled to the hellhound, "Mrs. O'Leary!"

Mrs. O'Leary bounded over and slobbered all over me. Eventually, she stopped and I asked her, "Where's Percy, girl?"

At the mention of Percy she jumped up. She started to bound away but I yelled, "Wait," and she waited.

I beckoned my friends and Mom out of the minivan. They came out and everyone Mom looked fazed.

"My fellow friends, this is Mrs, O'Leary," I said, gesturing to her. My stepmom said, "Percy Jackson's hellhound." I grinned. I had told her all about camp. She can also see through the Mist, but since it was down, that didn't matter.

"Mrs. O'Leary," I said, jogging up to her. "Can you take us to Percy?"

She nodded and lowered herself so we could climb on. We ran through the neighborhood, and I had time to take in where we were. This was Annabeth's neighborhood.

We got to a place which I recognized as Annabeth's house. We got off Mrs. O'Leary and I rang the doorbell. The door flew open and there stood Annabeth Chase.

"Leila!" She shouted. "What are you doing here? Come in!"

She looked behind me and said, "Hello, I'm Annabeth Chase. Nice to meet you."

A voice came: "Wise Girl? Who's it?"

A teenager, about seventeen years old, came into the picture. He had black windswept hair and sea green eyes.

He looked at me and yelled, "Leila!" and hugged me.

"What's up?" he asked. Then he looked behind me and said, "Uh, hello, random people." Annabeth and I facepalmed at the same time.

I stepped inside the house and so did my friends and stepmom. We found the couches and sat on them.

"Percy, Annabeth, these are my friends and stepmom. Aranya, Rhea, Anita, and Sonya. My friends are all halfbloods. Can you help us get them to CJ? And Percy," I said, turning. "Why are you letting Mrs. O'Leary run around?"

His forehead beaded with sweat. "Uhhhh..."

Annabeth cut in, "Yeah we can help you. Come on. I'll leave a note for my dad."

Soon, we were back on Mrs. O'Leary and we shadow traveled.

We made it to Camp Jupiter. People milled around us, probably wondering why a hellhound with eight people on her back appeared in the middle of the Forum.

But all worked out well. Rhea turned out to be a daughter of Nemesis, Aranya a daughter of Aphrodite, Sonya a daughter of Victoria, and Anita a legacy of Mars. Rhea and Sonya joined me in the Hunters.

I never went to another school, unless you count College in New Rome.
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So yeah, what do you think, little midgets? My gluteus maximus is aching right now.
-da dam author