Summary: She supposed it made sense. Seeing as how there were so many people she had met with Greek Mythological names. In hindsight, fate had really been smacking her face with it. A story in which a girl befriends some gods and half-bloods. OC/Gods Poly pairings (ft. F/M, F/F, & M/M)

A/N: Where's my self-control? Writing another fanfiction when I still need to update and work on the things I have yet to complete? Haha oops.

Anyhow, this is going to start off with just time jumping (and drabble format this entire chapter as these were originally separate chapters but then I choked)

This is also inspired by 'The Ties That Binds Us' by Jazba which is amazing and I suggest go reading that first!

Warnings: Will contain mature themes, such as language, sex, drugs, etc.

She was 3 when her grandmother died. Killed in a freak accident involving a horse, a snowglobe, and a hockey mask. It was a bit odd.

(She later found out what killed her wasn't human)

Her father was the kind of man who always was looking behind himself, literally. He was young and nervous always fearful of some boogeyman or monster coming out of the dark to find him.

(Turns out he was right to be nervous)

He had fallen in love when she was four. A woman who was beyond stunning, like beauty and love incarnate. That woman, who smelled like roses and was the living image of sex and desire had entered their lives just as quickly as she left them.

Her mother had died when she was young, before a time that she could remember and ever since her father had been cautious about love. Yet there he was smitten by this woman who drew eyes of both men and women everywhere.

But the love didn't last long much like their relationship. It was perhaps a few weeks at most before one day she left and never came back. Only a letter was left behind addressed to her father.

He never talked about the woman again nor did she ever bring her up.

When she was older though, about the age of five did she find the letter, dashed in perfume and glitter? She should've been too young to read it's content yet she was able to.

The letter itself had spoken about admiration towards her father, about how he was a true gentleman and any woman would be lucky to have him. How he was a nice guy and that if things were different perhaps they could've been together longer. However, as the woman had written, the two just weren't meant to be.

It had been signed, in sleek and graceful cursive, a red hot lip print beside it, from the woman whose name was Aphrodite.

She was seven when she had gone to the California Science Center for a school field trip. It was also there where she had gotten lost amongst the crowds.

Luckily a kind woman with the some of the wisest grey eyes she had ever seen had come to her rescue.

While the two made their way to her school class, they had become engaged in a rather thrilling conversation regarding animal rights, chemical warfare, and quantum mechanics. It was a good time for the two of them.

It wasn't an odd conversation for either of them, in fact, they were both seemingly having a good time. Although the oddness was seen by others who passed them as she was just a seven-year-old talking in big words and concepts that even adults had issues with it.

Certainly odd in appearance yet the woman hadn't seemed to mind at all, and if she did, the woman said nothing of it.

Fifteen minutes went by before they located her school group, which of course, hadn't noticed that she even left. Returning to the group, she thanked the woman who gave her the tiniest of smiles.

The woman had nodded at her goodbye, telling her that if fate allows it they may see one another once more and all the while, the brooch laded on her chest, the shape of bronzed owl glinted under the light.

(They would cross paths, many, many times after this encounter)

Once she had gotten home, she had reflected on the day and had decided that despite getting lost, it was a good day. Most of which she did contribute to the woman named Athena.

At age eight her she had gained some semblance of independence. Her father, still worried about her though.

(Something she knew would never change even after death)

He was a bit odd himself too, not like she would mention it. There were many things she never mentioned, this was one of them.

Ever since she could walk he had trained her to run never walk. When she could lift things overhead, he gave her a knife to hold. And by the time she was five he had taught her how to hit someone with a staff and sword.

(Something she found was harder than it sounded)

Her father was really worried about something, wasn't he?

One of the few things he allowed her to do was go to the community gardens that were just a few blocks down from them on Saturdays.

It was there that she met a warm natured woman with a sweet mothering nature. When the woman had noticed her staring she smiled at her, beckoning her over and help her to which she did.

The woman was a bit odd she admitted, going on and on about GMO, gluten, and grains. She also seemed to be a bit all over the place, but certainly meant well it seemed but odd nonetheless. Then again, she herself was a peculiar one.

After that afternoon, she found herself returning every Saturday during that summer break to garden with the woman whose name tag read 'Demeter'.

Before fall had arrived, her father decided to go on a family beach trip that consisted of him, her, and their German shepherd, Orion.

(Who she had named after Orion Black of the Harry Potter series, not the Greek hunter)

It had been a fun day trip. Sandy beaches, glowing sun, laughter, and an all-around good time for the family of three. Of course, like most things, it came to a fast end when she had found herself, once again lost among the sea of people and their multi-colored umbrellas and towels.

She had coincidentally bumped into another 'hero' who had graciously helped her find her father. He was tall and muscled, black hair, and deep green eyes that when turned to the sea almost glowed at the sight of them.

His name was Poseidon, an odd name she admitted. But who was she to judge? Given her own name always drew questions. She had no place to judge and so she didn't instead choosing to talk about something normal, like the current state of the federal government and the effects of global warming on their coastlines. Again, a perfectly normal conversation for an eight-year-old to be part of.

Although the man seemed a bit put off by her speech and kept looking at her as if she may have been a ghost or some figment of his imagination, she had a decent time with him.

They located her father fast enough, only being separated from him for less than ten minutes, although unlike the field trip, her father had noticed her disappearance. Thankfully nothing too drastic occurred and her father was very grateful to the man who helped her.

Almost seemed a little too grateful, as if the man was some sort of high-level boss that could ruin his entire life with the flick of his pinky.

Certainty strange but again they were all strange people.

Spring had soon come upon the state of California. Although it hadn't officially started, the flowers and trees everywhere had become luscious green and vibrant bright colors. Truly a beautiful sight to behold.

She had returned to the gardens, to help out with the planting and bouquet charity that was going on. However, they had run out of seeds halfway through the day and so she, being the ever helpful self that she was volunteered to go retrieve some more. While some of the workers were a bit iffy, allowing her to go on her own, she reassured them that she was more than capable of going alone.

(And more then they think)

She arrived at the store rather quickly, it is a thirteen-minute walk away and had unceremoniously run head first into a woman and her husband. But she never actually fell, the man having promptly caught her arm and stopping her fall.

Of course, she apologized profusely but the couple brushed it off saying they hoped she was well to which she nodded. The woman was a lot friendly than her husband and had even offered to help her find just what she needed. Although she protested the woman told her they were not doing much and was more then happy to help her, even if her husband looked like he wished to be anywhere but there.

The entirety of the shopping trip was fun but short. The woman was definitely very knowledgeable about plants and flowers, telling her exactly what kinds were the best, which need to grow where, and even making a light-hearted joke about how if she was lucky a goddess of spring may bless the plants.

(Turned it she wasn't joking)

It was when they had gotten to the checkout that the woman made a gasp. She followed her eyes which had landed on the necklace she wore around her neck.

A pomegranate shaped locket.

It was then that the husband questioned her about it and she told him truthfully about it. How it was something the women in her family had had for generations, and even joking about the lore, saying how it is said to lead one into the Underworld.

(She later found out, that it too wasn't a joke)

The woman seemed very intrigued by the story and even her husband seemed to soften by hearing the story. The two shared a silent conversation with one another through their eyes as the woman asked her what her name was.

It wasn't strange to ask someone what their name was despite the fact they hadn't introduced themselves but she let it slide.

When she told them her name they only stared at her, blinking a few times before the woman shook her head, both amused yet more distant than before. The three parted ways after that.

(But they would see each other again within the year)

Her ninth birthday rolled around rather nicely. Her father took her to an amusement park, the first one she'd been, and was seemingly having lots of fun.

Although part way through she did see something odd, a strange man that looked as though he had horns and wings under his coat and hat, but she paid it no mind. It wasn't the weirdest thing she'd ever seen.

However it was a few minutes later when shouting and screams filled the park, and not the ones of happiness.

The man had pulled off his coat revealing his large muscled boy, horns, and wings all on display. Except for no one besides herself and her father had noticed his body as her father dragged her away rather quickly, a bit too quickly if you asked her.

She couldn't even get a good look at the group of girls he was fighting, all with glittering silver circlets and bows that shone like moonbeams.

A girl with black hair, leather jacket and popping her bubblegum was leaning against the wall when she had exited the shop she was outside of. Careful not to bump into her, as the bag she was carrying was too full and hard to see over blocked her view.

That girl though, maybe four or five years older then herself called out to her. She had complimented her knife on her hip. The one her father had given to her then was a bronzish gold and had several ancient Greek letters on it.

(She later would realize how odd it was that she could read Ancient Greek like it was nothing)

She only nodded, complimenting the girl's bracelet as for a moment it seemed that they shared a kindred moment with the other.

Orion had gotten lose one evening, getting lost in the small wooded area behind their house, he was starting to pick up her poor hobby of getting lost.

Calling out his name as it rang through the trees and carried along with the wind. It didn't take long for her to hear the rustling of the bushes as she waited expectedly for her dog to come, except it wasn't just him who came into the clearing.

A girl, physically eleven or twelve had come before her, Orion in her hands as she handed her him back. But the look on the girl's faces when she was reprimanding Orion for running off alone made the girl look almost shocked and perhaps a twinge of fear too.

The girl quickly left after returning him. But she did comment something about 'hunters' and 'joining' and 'moon' but she wasn't really listening and so the girl left. However later, when she thought back to the strange girl, she recalled her wearing a silver circlet and had an arrow holster on her back that was filled with the same arrows as the girls fro the park had.

It was odd.

Summer came and went as usual.

She went to the garden again, however, the woman who she had met from before wasn't along this time, as beside her was the same woman she had run into during the springtime at the store. Although this time her husband was nowhere to be seen.

The two women appeared to be in some heated discussion about something, switching back and forth between various languages

(English, Greek, and Latin, but wasn't like she could decipher at the time)

Before noticing her approach. They had quieted down before going back to gardening as nothing had happened. And like that the summertime was spent with the two ladies every Starday gardening. It was a relaxing summer.

(She didn't notice the sideways glances they would throw at her though)

Causing the girl to fall on her back wasn't the goal. In fact, she hadn't even meant to stop her. She didn't even mean to help her escape.

But what was done was done.

The girl who was a couple of years younger then herself had been caught stealing from the convenience store and being in the wrong place at the right time, the curly-haired blond thief had slammed straight into her. Without even thinking, she saved the girl from the store owner and helped hid her in an alleyway until the coast was clear.

Once the danger was gone she had taken it upon herself to aid the girl a bit, giving her a little money, and while rummaging around the alley, a hammer. She wasn't sure why she gave her a hammer but the girl accepted it and went on her way, telling her to thank you.

An odd encounter, but the girl did have a normal name, Annabeth.

They were moving, going to New York.

Her father said they had stayed too long on the west coast and so they had packed up everything and moved.

The goodbye to the garden was bittersweet, and she would admit a few tears were shed, saving goodbye to the two women who she had gotten close with over the last year. She even shed a tear or two over saying goodbye to the husband who had opened up a bit more with her.

However, the goodbyes weren't all said as the older woman told her. She said that they would see one another again, if fate should have it happen to which she told them that it wasn't the first time someone told her that, retelling the story of the woman who had helped her at the museum a few years prior.

They stared at her bewildered but had quickly covered it up.

She wasn't sure what was so shocking to them about the whole ordeal, they knew she got lost often, but she couldn't judge, this may have been the last day they'd all see each other.

(But it was far from the last time)

The boy before her was younger than herself, maybe eight at most. However, despite his small size, she had a feeling that by the time he was sixteen he'd been a real looker. With his black hair, sea green eyes, and charming smile, she could've sworn she saw some sort of familiarity with the boy, but she couldn't quite place it.

He introduced himself. It was a common name, a good and strong name, but pretty common compared to the names she had heard over the years.

(However, he later explained he was named after the hero, Perseus)

She, in all manners of etiquette, responded likewise.

"I'm Pandora, nice to meet you."

A/N: And there's a wrap on childhood. Time to move on to the actual story! Whoo Whoo! So far she's met, Aphrodite, Athena, Demeter, Hades, Persephone, Poseidon, Thalia, Artemis, Annabeth, and Percy. More to come no worries! Just currently building up characters!