Hi! This story is about a certain god *cough!* Athena *cough!* *cough!* vists one of her children named Iris, that lives on the streets, and in the next few chapters, and certain things happens to this little girl named Iris.

Disclamer: Do I look like Rick Riordan? You better not have said yes!

One: Odd

Iris awoke to blaring police sirens zooming down the alley that she lived in. She scrunched down in her sleeping bag (that she found at a garbage dump) until her nose was raw from the stench so she wouldn't be seen. Morning sunlight shinned down on her dirty face as she checked to see of the coast was clear. A pitiful sigh of relief escaped her jaws. She combed her fingers through her hair and began her daily routine- going to scavenge for her food.

Iris was used to traffic in New York, even on weekends, but today was oddly quiet; she wanted to just jump back in her sleeping bag, and whimper to the wind. People in their best clothes walked past Iris and sneered as if she was a heaping pile of rotten fish, baking in the summer sun.

Suddenly, somebody caught her attention, a young woman with dark hair, and cold eyes that stared at her. Feeling like she was being watched with eyes like lasers, she walked quickly past the lady, and kept accelerating until she broke into a full pace run. Cold fingers like steel cut through her thin t -shirt and she screamed, "Leave me alone!" Iris sprinted towards Central Park, thinking that she had lost the mysterious woman. When she had made it to the park, she stopped, that woman was in front of her. Iris backed away, but the lady appeared touching her shoulder again, making her shiver and gasp.

"Stop running, little one, I will give you no harm. I have come to help you, Iris, I know about your unforgettable past," the lady told her.

Iris stammered, "You know nothing about my past, nothing!" The woman started talking again, "Oh really, what about where you are living in your cramped alley, and that gummy sleeping bag that you sleep in. Iris, you are twelve years old-" she stopped when Iris made a noise like a whining puppy. "Iris, come with me, you will be in great hands." Iris felt like the world depended on this decision. Then, she realized that if she could escape police, she could escape this lady. Briefly, she nodded her head, and that was when the lady flung her into the line of traffic, and she knew her world was going to end.

HAHA! DO YOU WANT READ MORE! FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS TO SWEET LITTLE IRIS IN THE NEXT CHAPTER! MORE REVIEWS THE BIGGER THE CHAPTER! THAT'S WHY I STARTED IT OUT SMALL!

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