Arms of an Angel

Heather Jackson, granddaughter of Athena and Poseidon, thinks she's losing her mind. For as long as she can remember, she's had a guardian angel. Only she can see him, and he won't tell her his real name, where he came from, or why he has to protect her. When she was young, everyone thought "Aww, she has an imaginary friend!" But now that she's too old to play games like that, people are starting to think she's brain-damaged. But is Angel something more than just an imaginary friend? Sparrowsong 23:04, March 5, 2010 (UTC)

Prologue
It was a hot summer day. A two-year-old girl with blonde hair ran around outside. Her parents were on the front porch, visiting. They thought it would be okay to let the toddler play outside, since they were closeby.

The child's name was Heather. She couldn't talk very well, but she could run fast.

However, she didn't know to look both ways before crossing the street.

"Heather!" screamed Percy and Annabeth, running towards their daughter.

Heather sat in the middle of the road, twirling her hair. A car was just inches from her.

Her panicking parents ran towards her, even though they knew it was too late. Suddenly, Heather was pushed out of the way.

She looked up, startled.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" Annabeth asked through tears, hugging her daughter.

Heather nodded.

"Mommy, I saw an angel!" she exclaimed.

Her parents raised their eyebrows at her.

"Dare wuss this gah standin' in the midda of the woad," she explained. "He wuz kai-duh gwoing. I dink he was an angel." (A/N: "There was this guy standing in the middle of the road. He was kinda glowing. I think he was an angel.")

"It was just your imagination," insisted Annabeth.

But Heather knew that her angel hadn't been her imagination. He was real. This wouldn't be the last time he'd save her.