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🍦— 001. the history of the wu family.

THE WU FAMILY goes back to ancient times when it comes to mythology. They played part in one of the most important moments in everyone's history, but are always forgotten by modern day people. They were royalty to put it simply; a family of whose blood leaks bright as gold, and tears they shed clear as diamonds. The descendants from gods themselves; greek, roman, no matter which face they choose to show. Blood from ancient times flows though their veins and brings them power to destroy everything around them.

The Wu family had a reputation of power. The last known member that shared the blood with the gods, is a infamous, Violetta Wu, a woman who could end any monsters' life in second. She was a famous dagger fighter; her reflexes sharp as an eagle's eye. Trained by one of the best, Violetta brought luck and power to Camp Half-Blood, a place where she grew up. She loved her home, spending her days by the lake or training with her peers. But she was the odd one. Being the only daughter of the goddess of human soul, Violetta had no one. She always felt alone, alone with her negative thoughts and screams for help. No one knew that side of her; no one tried to get to know that side of her, until she met her future partner in crime.

Christian Boa met Violetta Wu at University of Arizona, in one of the classes they both shared. The mysterious girl caught his eye the instant he saw her. She was alone, he noted. She sat alone all the time, and, finally, Christian plucked the courage and one class, sat next to her. The rest of their relationship is history. 

Violetta was scared at first. Being alone away from the Camp, going to college. . . it was too much for her. Until Christian arrived in her life. They were happy together, getting married, even getting a baby girl later in the life they named Amelia Wu. But, Violetta's thoughts were eating her up. She never told him about her other side; about her demigod side. Monsters were not frequent, but strange things did happen. Christian questioned Violetta about it, but she couldn't bring herself to tell him. Until she didn't have to. Until her mother showed up to see their little girl.

The Wu family thought this would be the end of their mixing with gods. They played part in their history, but never got credit for it. But, curse the Fates, they just liked to play tricks, didn't they? ─ When Vivienne Wu was born in the year nineteen ninety-three, Violetta and Christian were happy to become grandparents, but curious as they didn't know their sweet Amelia had a partner. Until they met him. Violetta didn't know how to react when a man with a muscular build, curly black hair, blue eyes, elfish features, and a sly grin appeared in front of her door with her daughter.

Hermes could never hide the adoration he has for all his children. He loves them, each and every single one of them. No matter that Zeus forbid contact with their half-mortal kids, the messenger of the gods never knew how to follow that rule. He had to be there. And he was there when his daughter was born. He instantly felt connection with the small girl. How her small hands would grasp onto his finger, or the way her adorable black eyes would sparkle at the toys surrounding her. She was destined for great things. Hermes was sure of that. He was there when she took her first steps. He was there when she said her first word. He was there when he found out who the child's grandmother was. Violetta Wu was famous even in Olympus. Everyone knew about her. Everyone knew how she prayed to Fates that she would be the last generation of demigods in her family. And Hermes screwed that up.

It was safe to say Vivienne, Vivi, Wu never truly knew her grandmother. Her mother had always told her that there was some bad blood between them; how Violetta never accepted Vivi's father nor how she moved away from them. Vivi didn't know what to believe in. Firstly, she never knew her father. She remembers a man from her early childhood, but those memories were all blurry in the back of her mind. But the warmth that spreads though her body when she does think of those memories brings her joy. Secondly, Vivi wanted to meet her grandma. From the photos she found in one of the old photobooks, Violetta Wu was a definition of a warrior. Vivi wanted to become her grandmother; strong, beautiful and kind-hearted. She wanted to meet the Violetta Wu from her mother's story when Vivi begs her to tell her.

Her wish came true, but with a prize to pay.

Violetta was the one who hugged the small crying girl under an umbrella dressed in all black; she was the reason the girl is still alive. As she got older, Vivi learned the half-truth as to way there was bad blood between her mother and her grandmother. Amelia was telling the truth; Vivi's father was the reason as to why the mother and daughter didn't talked. But, Vivi could tell a lie when she heard one. Being raised by both Amelia Wu and Violetta Wu meant that the girl had inherited her mother and grandmother's wit, humour and determination. She'd talk back if something she thought wrong was happening and would argue with those who needed being put in their place. That part also played her father, though Vivi didn't know that at the time.

And now, as Vivi sits inside her new bedroom, unpacking boxes with her stuff in it, thoughts from the past come to haunt her. Simple, white colored room, with bed and wardrobe in it. Study desk stood on the opposite side of the bed. Few boxes sat opened on the floor, clothes scattered around white sheets of the bed, ready to be put in open wardrobe, were things surrounding her.

Moving from another state to another was something Vivi was used to. She had been living in New York before, with her mother that time, and when she turned seven her mother fell ill and the two moved to her grandparents' house in Arizona. So, you can probably tell Vivi was sick of moving from place to place. Having to make new friends all over again and then leaving them, she just didn't want to do it again.

"Need some help?" standing at the door, Violetta looked at her granddaughter as she placed two photo frames next to her bed. The pictures meant a lot to Vivi. One was of her mother, sitting on the floor holding her in her hands and teaching her how to bake chocolate chip cookies. Vivi took the other photo frame, moving her finger across the glass that separated the picture and her. It was her with a boy. She was playing with his raven hair as he sat in front of her and ate blue strawberry cake she made.

"Why did we have to move?" her voice was small, almost like a whisper. She hated changes. She was worried about making good impression, "Couldn't have we stayed at Arizona?"

"Sweetie," Violetta walked over to the girl, sitting on the floor next to her, "You know that some things needed to change. I got transferred here and your grandpa got a better job here."

Vivi sighed, but nodded. She knew that her grandmother's words were right; but this cities brought back memories she didn't know she even had in her mind.

"I'm going to knew school?"

Violetta paused for a moment, before taking Vivi's hand, "Not exactly."

Vivi tilted her head, "What? Don't I have to continue my studies? You said they are the most important."

"I did, and I stand by what I said," Violetta said, "But. . . wait, first," her grandmother grabbed the box she brought with her and handed it to Vivi. The girl took it, examining the simple black box, "The item inside was mine most trusted friend," Violetta said, as Vivi opened the lid of the box.

Her eyes widened slightly as her hands wrapped around the item. The dagger has a long double-edged blade forged from such a thin material it could cut though ant material. It was beautiful, shining in every direction where the light came from. The blade is fixed on a rich hilt of shinning silver metal with a smooth grip made of bluish crystal. Small carvings of butterflies decorated the handle that melded perfectly into Vivi's grip. A set of strange runes are carved into the blade near the spine. The blade appears brand new, but Vivi could feel emotions radiating though it's handle.

"Wow," Vivi said, her fingers going over the butterflies, "It's beautiful."

"It's yours now," Violetta told her, "It served me well, now it's time for its new owner to have her time." Vivi must have looked clueless as her grandmother decided to continue, "The blade helped me in hard times when the attacks were horrible and many people lost their lives. The monsters wouldn't back down, nor did we. We trained for that our whole life and, we finally, could show them how much we are worth." Violetta took Vivi's hand back in her own, "You will do great things, Vivienne. Fates had already written your destiny. The hardships, the pain, the love, the friendship. Your journey will begun soon and I'm so proud that I'm your grandma. Don't dwell on the past, make room for the future. Just know that we are always with you."

Vivi was utterly confused.

"Granny, are you dying?"

Violetta furrowed her eyebrows, before she bursted into laughter, "No! I'm perfectly well, thank you for asking." she said, "No, there is part of your live that was a secret. One part that I didn't want to happen."

"What are you on about?

"Let me tell you story about our family."

Till a week ago, Vivi would never believe if someone told her that gods ( yeah, like Greek gods ) existed. She would probably laugh and go on with some other topic of conversation, already forgetting what the other person mentioned. Truth to be told, that's what happened when her grandmother told her the Wu family history; Vivi really thought that Violetta had finally lost it. But no, her grandmother was right and Vivi was wrong.

First ─ the shock when people saw her grandma when the pair entered the Camp Half-Blood, a place for people like Vivi and Violetta. Apparently, Violetta was a famous demigod back when she was Vivi's age ( a part her grandma didn't mention in her story ). The campers all crowded around them, trying to greet the older woman to which she politely smiled until the crowd was separated by a centaur ( yeah, a real centaur ).

Chiron was nice. He explained in depth to Vivi what this place was and told her how he used to train her grandma, "Holy shit!" was Vivi's reaction. The centaur told her how the claiming was done, the training, activities, cabins, gods, monsters and a lot more things Vivi can't seem to wrap her head around. He introduced her to Annabeth Chase, a daughter of goddess of wisdom, Athena, and told Vivi she would be her guide. 

Annabeth Chase was beautiful, with golden blonde curls pulled in a ponytail and few curls falling down her face. Her slightly tanned skin glowed in the summer sun, her stormy gray eyes ranking over Vivi like she was reading her thoughts and deepest secrets. She was dressed in a obnoxiously orange shirt with words Camp Half-Blood on it, paired with jean shorts and high black convers.

Vivi was about to introduce herself when Annabeth and campers that were hiding ( not so much ) gasped. The girl could see, from the corner of her eyes, a glow coming from above her head. She didn't know what it was happening, but back in her mind, she remembered her grandma saying claiming.

Chiron stood up, extending his arms and saying, "Hail, Vivienne Wu, daughter of Hermes, messager of the gods, divine trickster, and the god of roads, flocks, commerce, and thieves."

Second ─ Camp Half-Blood was beautiful. The landscape was dotted with buildings that looked like ancient Greek architecture ─ an open-air pavilion, an amphitheater, a circular arena ─ except that they all looked brand new, their white marble columns sparkling in the sun. In a nearby sandpit, a dozen of campers and satyrs played volleyball. Canoes glided across a small lake. Kids in bright orange T-shirts were chasing each other around a cluster of cabins nestled in the woods. Some shot targets at an archery range. Others rode horses down a wooded trail.

Then came the cabins where the campers stayed during the summer, or, like Annabeth used to, during the whole year.

There were twelve of them, nestled in the woods by the lake. They were arranged in a U, with two at the base and five in a row on either side. And they were without doubt the most bizarre collection of buildings she'd ever seen. Except for the fact that each had a large brass number above the door( odds on the left side, evens on the right ), they looked absolutely nothing alike. 

Number nine had smokestacks, like a tiny factory. Number four had tomato vines on the walls and a roof made out of real grass. Seven seemed to be made of solid gold, which gleamed so much in the sunlight it was almost impossible to look at. They all faced a commons area about the size of a soccer field, dotted with Greek statues, fountains, flower beds, and a couple of basketball hoops.

In the center of the field was a huge stone-lined fire pit. Even though it was a warm afternoon, the hearth smoldered. The pair of cabins at the head of the field, numbers one and two, looked like his-and-hers mausoleums, big white marble boxes with heavy columns in front. Cabin one was the biggest and bulkiest of the twelve. Its polished bronze doors shimmered like a hologram, so that from different angles lightning bolts seemed to streak across them. Cabin two was more graceful somehow, with slimmer columns garlanded with pomegranates and flowers. The walls were carved with images of peacocks.

Number five was bright red ─ a real nasty paint job, as if the color had been splashed on with buckets and fists. It reminded Vivi of blood. The roof was lined with barbed wire. A stuffed wild boar's head hung over the doorway, and its eyes seemed to follow me. 

And then came Vivi's home for the summer. Out of all the cabins, eleven looked the most like a regular old summer camp cabin, with the emphasis on old. The threshold was worn down, the brown paint peeling. Over the doorway was one of those doctor's symbols, a winged pole with two snakes wrapped around it. A caduceus. Inside, it was packed with people, both boys and girls, way more than the number of bunk beds. Sleeping bags were spread all over on the floor.

Third ─ Vivi has siblings; well, half-siblings, but still. As the daughter of Hermes, Vivi had her own bed, unlike poor kids who slept in sleeping begs. There were ten sets of bunk-beds lined against the wall and sleeping bags around it. Trunks were set at ends of each bunk-bed and a door along the wall to the left led to the bathroom. It was crowded, that was for sure, but it felt homey and Vivi liked that.

Annabeth first introduced her to her brothers ─ Travis and Connor Stoll.

Travis was tall and skinny with a mop of curly brown hair that hangs in his blue eyes. He wore an orange camp T-shirt untucked over baggy shorts. Like most of the other children of Hermes ( Annabeth told her that ), he has elvish features, upturned eyebrows, a sarcastic smile and a gleam in his eyes. He has a crooked smile to match his personality and crooked sense of humor. Also, Travis is a little bit taller than his brother, Connor, which is the only way people can tell them apart.

Connor, much like his brother, is also tall and skinny with a mop of curly brown hair that hangs in his blue eyes. Like Travis, he wears an orange camp T-shirt untucked over baggy shorts. Again, with the elfish features, upturned eyebrows, a sarcastic smile and a gleam in his eyes, he matches his brother like a twin even though he is younger. 

The two brothers made Vivi feel welcomed, telling her stories about the camp and gods. They told her even a story how their brother named Luke Castellan turned towards the dark side and is fighting for the titans against the gods. Vivi didn't react to that story. She kind of felt it. She understood where the hatred came from, but to betray your siblings? Vivi couldn't do that even if she just found out about them.

She was also introduced to her other half-siblings during dinner ─ Cecil, May, Harry, Nina and Jules. Jules and Harry were the youngest at the age of ten and nine, while Nina, Cecil and May were all fifteen, making Vivi older then them, same age as Connor and younger then Travis.

Fourth ─ who was going to tell her that Percy Jackson was a demigod too? The Percy Jackson. The one boy who was truly Vivi's friend. The one boy who was her first crush. The one boy she never forgot.

Percy and Annabeth walked down into the valley and found the summer session in full swing. Most of the campers had arrived last Friday, so Percy already felt out of it. The satyrs were playing their pipes in the strawberry fields, making the plants grow with woodland magic. Campers were having flying horseback lessons, swooping over the woods on their pegasi. Smoke rose from the forges, and hammers rang as kids made their own weapons for Arts & Crafts. The Athena and Demeter teams were having a chariot race around the track, and over at the canoe lake some kids in a Greek trireme were fighting a large orange sea serpent. A typical day at camp.

"I need to talk to Clarisse," Annabeth said.

Percy stared at her as if she'd just said I need to eat a large, smelly boot. "What for?"

Clarisse from the Ares cabin was one of his least favorite people. She was a mean, ungrateful bully. Her dad, the war god, wanted to kill Percy. She tried to beat him to a pulp on a regular basis. Other than that, she was just great.

"We've been working on something," Annabeth said. "I'll see you later."

"Working on what?"

Annabeth glanced toward the forest. "I'll tell Chiron you're here," she said. "He'll want to talk to you before the hearing. And don't be surprised."

"What hearing? What are you talking about?"

But she jogged down the path toward the archery field without looking back. "Yeah," he muttered. "Great talking with you, too."

As Percy made my way through camp, he said hi to some of my friends. In the Big House's driveway, Connor and Travis Stoll from the Hermes cabin were hot-wiring the camp's SUV. Silena Beauregard, the head counselor for Aphrodite, waved at me from her pegasus as she flew past.

Percy looked for Grover, but he didn't see him. Finally he wandered into the sword arena, where he usually goes when he's in a bad mood. Practicing always calms him down. Maybe that's because swordplay is one thing Percy actually understands.

And so, walking into the amphitheater, Percy's heart almost stopped.

In the middle of the arena floor, with its back to him, was the biggest hellhound he'd ever seen. This hellhound was bigger than a tank. Percy had no idea how it had gotten past the camp's magic boundaries. It looked right at home, lying on its belly, growling contentedly as it chewed the head off a combat dummy. It hadn't noticed him yet. There was no time to go for help. Percy pulled out Riptide and uncapped it.

"Yaaaaah!" Percy charged. He brought down the blade on the monster's enormous backside when out of nowhere another sword blocked his strike.

CLANG!

The hellhound pricked up its ears. "WOOF!"

Percy jumped back and instinctively struck at the swordsman ─ a gray-haired man in Greek armor. He parried Percy's attack with no problem. "Whoa there!" he said. "Truce!"

"WOOF!" the hellhound's bark shook the arena.

"That's a hellhound!" Percy shouted.

"She's harmless," the man said. "That's Mrs. O'Leary."

Percy blinked. "Mrs. O'Leary?"

At the sound of her name, the hellhound barked again. Percy realized she wasn't angry. She was excited. She nudged the soggy, badly chewed target dummy toward the swordsman.

"Good girl," the man said. With his free hand he grabbed the armored manikin by the neck and heaved it toward the bleachers. "Get the Greek! Get the Greek!" Mrs. O'Leary bounded after her prey and pounced on the dummy, flattening its armor. She began chewing on its helmet.

The swordsman smiled dryly. He was in his fifties, Percy guess, with short gray hair and a clipped gray beard. He was in good shape for an older guy. He wore black mountain-climbing pants and a bronze breastplate strapped over an orange camp T-shirt. At the base of his neck was a strange mark, a purplish blotch like a birthmark or a tattoo, but before Percy could make out what it was, he shifted his armor straps and the mark disappeared under his collar.

"Mrs. O'Leary is my pet," he explained. "I couldn't let you stick a sword in her rump, now, could I? That might have scared her."

"Who are you?"

"Promise not to kill me if I put my sword away?"

"I guess."

He sheathed his sword and held out his hand. "Quintus."

Percy shook his hand. It was as rough as sandpaper. "Percy Jackson," he said. "Sorry about ─ How did you, um ─ "

"Get a hellhound for a pet? Long story, involving many close calls with death and quite a few giant chew toys. I'm the new sword instructor, by the way. Helping out Chiron while Mr. D is away."

"Oh." Percy tried not to stare as Mrs. O'Leary ripped off the target dummy's shield with the arm still attached and shook it like a Frisbee. "Wait, Mr. D is away?"

"Yes, well. . . busy times. Even Dionysus must help out. He's gone to visit some old friends. Make sure they're on the right side. I probably shouldn't say more than that."

If Dionysus was gone, that was the best news Percy'd had all day. He was only their camp director because Zeus had sent him here as a punishment for chasing some off-limits wood nymph. He hated the campers and tried to make their lives miserable. With him away, this summer might actually be cool. On the other hand, if Dionysus had gotten off his butt and actually started helping the gods recruit against the Titan threat, things must be looking pretty bad.

Off to his left, there was a loud BUMP. Six wooden crates the size of picnic tables were stacked nearby, and they were rattling. Mrs. O'Leary cocked her head and bounded toward them.

"Whoa, girl!" Quintus said. "Those aren't for you."

He distracted her with the bronze shield Frisbee. The crates thumped and shook. There were words printed on the sides, but with Percy's dyslexia they took him a few minutes to decipher:

TRIPLE G RANCHFRAGILETHIS END UP

Along the bottom, in smaller letters:
OPEN WITH CARE. TRIPLE GRANCH IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR PROPERTY DAMAGE,  MAIMING, OR EXCRUCIATINGLY PAINFUL DEATHS.

"What's in the boxes?" Percy asked.

"A little surprise," Quintus said. "Training activity for tomorrow night. You'll love it."

"Uh, okay,"

Quintus threw the bronze shield, and Mrs. O'Leary lumbered after it. "You young ones need more challenges. They didn't have camps like this when I was a boy."

"You ─ you're a half-blood?" 

Quintus chuckled. "Some of us do survive into adulthood, you know. Like Violetta Wu for example. Great fighter. Her granddaughter arrived at the camp this year. Amazing girl, daughter of Hermes. And, not all of us are the subject of terrible prophecies."

"You know about my prophecy?"

"I've heard a few things."

Percy wanted to ask what few things, but just then, a sudden yelling caught his attention. He turned around and saw Connor Stoll caring a girl over his shoulder; her legs were kicking around, but the son of Hermes didn't bother. Travis was behind them, laughing as he followed his brother. The girl was yelling at them, a mix of Greek curses and a language Percy didn't understand ( some Asian language Percy guessed ). As they got nearer, the shouts were more understandable.

"Put me down! Connor this isn't funny! Wǒ huì zài nǐ shuìmèng zhōng shāle nǐ! ( I will murder you in your sleep! ) Are you listening? Gods, I hate you!" the girl's voice was familiar to Percy, like he had heard it before.

"You love us, Vi!" Travis said, ruffling the girl's hair.

"Besides," Connor added, "Didn't you say that he was your childhood friend ─ "

Childhood friend?

" ─ This was bond to happen! Hi Percy, 'ello Quintus."

"Connor, put your sister down." Quintus said, indicating to the girl who was still on the boy's shoulder.

"Yes, sir!"

"You will pay for this, Connor!" the girl said, before yelping as Connor put her down.

Her back was turned towards Percy, but just looking at her back, the son of Poseidon could tell that the girl was beautiful. She dusted herself off, fixing her hair, before Travis turned her around to face Percy. Percy held in a breath.

Why was Vivienne Wu standing in front of him?

niki speaks!

here's the first chapter and i hope
you like it!!
vivi became by baby ( not like
all of my ocs are not my
children, but of well).

i love writing vivi's character
she's just so badass, sarcastic
and loves to swear in her
native language. . .
so be aware.

tell me what you think
and i hope u like the story!!