A Percy Jackson Love story....

She came from an abusive childhood, her mother died when she was at a young age. She had no choice but to run away. Cuts and scars ran all over her body, she had lost a tremendous amount of blood, she was dehydrated. She needed help. She ran away until she came upon to a cavern. She went inside, it was dark but she managed to keep her courage. As she walked inside she saw two brown eyes that kept staring at her.

"Hello my child.." A voice said.
"Hello?" Atlanta said.
"Do you why you're here?" The voice said.
"I'm afraid not.." She said.
"Your father sent you here." The voice said.
"Jason?" Atlanta asked.
"No, my dear your father Zeus." The voice said.
"You mean the lord of the gods?" She asked.
"Yes, my dear. Now do me a favor and come closer." The voice said.
"Ok" she said.

As Atlanta walked closer the brown eyes glowed, and she saw a face of a wolf. She flinched, but the wolf smiled.

"No need to fear, for I am a nice wolf." The wolf said.
"I'm sorry uh..mam." Atlanta said.
"It's alright, wow my child you don't look to good."
"I..I.."
"My dear?"

Then Atlanta fainted. She was dead.

"Oh my..." The wolf thought.
"Oh Gods Zeus please forgive for what I am about to do!" The wolf cried out.

Then the wolf took Atlanta's arm and bit it. Then, Atlanta started to glow and a necklace appeared around her neck. Then the wolf started to mutter an ancient curse.

"Let Apollo see her days...
Let her help Olympus be saved...
But in order to do that..
A new generation of werewolves must be spat.."

Atlanta glowed once more.

"It is done" The she wolf said.

Then Apollo appeared in a glowing, ball of fire.

"Donna?" Apollo asked.
"Yes, my lord." She said.
"Have you realized what you've done?" He asked.
"Yes, my lord. I have been inferred with the information, for dozens of eons." Donna said.
"Ok, Donna. Zeus said: You will be held accountable for anything that his daughter does or says. You will teach her the ways of the Greek 'myths' and all the other stuff. Do you understand?" Apollo asked.
"Yes my lord, tell lord Zeus that I said Atlanta's in good hands." Donna said.
"Although I am not the god of messengers I will. I'm off." Then he left in a golden shimmer.

Donna turned around to Atlanta, and brushed her face. She noticed that all her scars were gone, no more blood marks were on her body. She just seemed flawless.

"Don't worry my love, you are in good hands." Donna whispered.