Time and Time Again

Ariana Lorraine, forgotton, neglected, and not about to let headstrong Luke push her around. Can Luke win over Ariana before someone else steps into the picture? Or will Hades stand in his way

ARIANA'S POV
I went my entire life without really knowing who my parents were. My mom supposedly wasn't ready for a child, so she dumped me off in an adoption center before I could hold my head up. I was in and out of foster homes, in a new place every couple of months. I was described as "a problem child" "an endangerment" "the sort of child that grows into a juvenille delinquent" and so forth. I couldn't even say one thing to most people, my appearence was enough to scare the crap out of them. The long black hair was okay, but my scorching blood red eyes, well, I wasn't exactly everyone's best friend. By the time I was seventeen, I was living on the hard streets of New York. My scowl sent people for the hills and monsters haunted my dreams. I slept in different alleys every night, because I had that feeling that someone was watching me, deep in the shadows.

I'm just one ray of freakin' sunshine aren't I?

My life took a turn for the worse when I turned twenty-two. Some blonde stalker dude started following me. All he did was follow me. When I'd duck into a bathroom, he'd turn up at some hot dog stand not forty feet away. I evenually got so tired of it, that I confronted him.

"Who are you? And why are you stalking me?" I asked, point blank.

"The question is who are you?" he asked back.

"If you were smart, you'd stop quoting Rafiki and tell me who you are!" I threatened, feeling my eyes flare.

"I'm Luke, and you are?" he said.

"Ariana Lorraine," I replied curtly. This guy was slightly taller than me, with sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He also had this freaky scar across his cheek. He wore cargo shorts and a white t-shirt. Rather gorgeous, but he wouldn't fall for someone as ugly as me (A/N: She is rather pretty, but she's been told that her black hair and red eyes make her an ugly freak for most of her life) 

"I have a question," Luke started, "Do you know who your parents are?" This question freaked me out some, why would some guy follow me around for weeks, and then ask that?

"Don't know, lived in an orphanage up until I was seventeen," I replied cautiously. His eyes seemed to light up.

"Have you been diagnosed with dyslexia or ADHD?" he asked. Is this guy from the census?

"Never went to a doctor for anything more than what was required," I replied. He bite his lip.

"Do odd monster-like-things follow you?" he asked. Seriously! Where's the hidden camera? Who's making ten grand off of my answers? I want a share of it!

"Other than you? Not really," I told him. He looked hurt.

"Dream odd dreams?" he asked, looking desperate. Honestly? How far will he go?

"What's it matter? You from the government? You sent here to interview homeless people?" I asked, getting suspicious.

"You do don't you?" he shouted, "Do you wanna join the cause?" he asked.

So he's a hippy!

"What cause?" I asked. Hey, I needed something to do with my life.

"Against the Olympians, against my father. I've teamed up with the Titans to take over Olympus, reform the world into what I want it to be," Luke explained.

All of my dreams of him being smart and sophisticated went right down the drain.

"WOW! That's really, err, nice, Luke, but I think I won't board the crazy train, thanks," I told him, attempting to turn around and walk away. He grabbed my arm.

"C'mon, I promise I'll track your parents down for you," he said, a look of pleading dancing on his face. I rolled my eyes and looked at the skies. I must resist that look. I must resist. I was failing, epicly failing. I could feel myself falling into his grasp, and all it took was just gazing into those ice blue eyes.

"Fine, I'll join your little cause," I said, a look of relief splashed onto his face.

"You won't regret your decision!" he vowed, I highly doubted it. But what did I have to loose?

ARIANA'S POV
A year and a half ago, life for me changed. I met Luke. He seemed kind and caring, and I really think he loved me. He didn't have a choice when Kronos took over his body, it was either that, or Kronos would have killed me, and made Luke watch every last second of it. He wasn't willing to sacrifice me, especially when I had nothing against the gods in any way. It was six months after we really started liking eachother. Then about a week ago, Kronos finally made his way to Olympus. It was a wimpy sneak attack. He lured all of the main gods away with Typhon, and snuck his cowardly butt into New York. You should have seen the look on Luke's, I mean Kronos' face when he realized the herioc little Percy Jackson had seen through his plan and was waiting for him. Tempermental little thing, he threw a royal tantrum.

Then, on top of Olympus, Luke managed to regain himself for all of three minutes before, he killed himself, along with Kronos.

Or so I'm told.

Of course, as part of Luke's deal with Kronos, I would never be put in harms way.

So I wasn't invited to the party in Manhatten. Hurrah. Yay. La-di-freakin-da.

So, now I have no one. Luke wasn't able to track my parents down, but I was okay with that, since I had him. Then, The Royal Jerkwad named Kronos, decided that I couldn't have Luke anymore and ripped him away from me. Now, I'm alone.

Good for me!

Thought I'd head to Camp Half-Blood, see what the big SHA-BANG is. I got there. It was a freaking construction zone. Cabins going up every where! I walked around, seeing if anyone noticed me. They did. It's hard to miss me. First a bunch of super models gawked at my appearence. Hey, I haven't exactly cut my hair in awhile, Luke liked it long, so it nearly reached my waist. They fawned over me, asking how I kept it so neatly brushed and shiny. I really don't care about junk like that, I just told them I eat a lot of carbs. They seemed to think that was the secret to healthy hair because they stormed off demanding that they get carbs.

Losers.

Then I saw this one kid. He was probably thirteen or fourteen. He looked a lot like me. Freaky. He had the same black hair, but deep chocolatly brown eyes. He was standing around a table with a girl who was about sixteen with curly blonde hair, and a boy with black hair who was also about sixteen.

"C'mon Annabeth! Can't we atleast have a kennel for Mrs. O'Leary?" the younger boy pleaded. The blonde shook her head.

"Nico, there isn't enough room to put Mrs. O'Leary in your cabin. We're crunched for space as it is. She'll just have to stay in the Arena," the girl, who I presumed to be Annabeth, said. Then a deep voice came from behind me.

"Percy, Annabeth, Nico, don't insult our new guest. Say hello," the voice said, and I whirled around to see a centaur. The three teenagers looked up to see me, and I saw Nico looking at me the closest. The two older ones nodded a hello. The centaur tapped my shoulder.

"What's your name, and who's your Olympian parent?" he asked.

"Ariana Lorraine, and I dunno," I replied. The centaur looked nervous.

"You haven't been claimed yet? Oh, well, err. I'm sure you won't be spending long in Hermes' cabin then, it shouldn't take that long," he said nervously. He moved me to a cabin with the caduceus on hanging over the door. I knew that it was Hermes' cabin. But it didn't look as run down as Luke made it seem. Maybe it had been renovated in Extreme Makeover- Camp Edition.

"Until your Olympian parent finally claims you, and there's no doubt he or she will, you will have to stay here with Hermes' children," the centaur said. I smiled and walked inside. The cabin was a lot more spacious than Luke made it seem. I plunked down on a bunk. The lower bunk of a bed that was near a window. I don't know why, but I looked at the bottom of the bed above mine, and saw a name that nearly made me faint

Luke Castellan, December 18, 2000.

My mouth dropped. You're kidding. I saw a fading picture of Luke when he was probably twelve or thirteen, with a girl who had punk styled black hair and blue eyes, who couldn't have been much older than he was, and a little girl with curly blonde hair who was probably six or seven. It had to be Annabeth. Just had to be. One of the Hermes' kids introduced himself as Connor Stoll.

"Hey, it's time to get some food, you coming?" he asked. I got up and followed him outside.

ARIANA'S POV
Dinner was okay, until Hades decided to pay a visit. Quite literally, he exploded into camp, shattering a window or two. Nico looked at him, not with total interest, but there was a spark in his eyes.

"Hello, father," Nico said and my eyes widened. Oh holy corn puffs, I was talking to the son of the GOD OF THE DEAD earlier.

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