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When it came to fate, Naomi Murphy had always been a bit of a cynic. She wasn't sure she bought the idea that there was some magical force in the universe that dictated the way her life would go years in advance, and if she did, then she was pretty sure that magical force hated her guts.
Left at an orphanage as a baby and raised by a combination of grumpy nuns and less-than-perfect foster parents for most of her life, Naomi's never had it easy. It could have been worse, of course—she could have been homeless, or dying, or already dead. She was luckier than most, a fact the nuns and foster parents and her own surprisingly optimistic conscience reminded her of constantly. Even when she was bleeding on the floor or crying from another broken bone, she told herself it could have been worse.
But that was before luck took an indefinite leave of absence and Naomi discovered she was the child of a Greek god. That's when she learned—her life would never be easy.
Not by a longshot.
Disclaimer:
The Camp Half-Blood universe & its characters belong to Rick Riordan. I only own my original characters and their contributions to the story.
Note:
Most of the characters in this are aged up a year, which means Naomi, Percy, & Annabeth are all thirteen (going on fourteen) as of The Lightning Thief.
Warning:
This book will contain swearing, references to past child abuse & neglect, war, violence, death, & other mature themes.