Lost: Chapter 1 (I really don't know where to put this)

[ThisIsSadlyNotSparta]

I woke up and tried to figure out where I was. I remembered. I liked it better when I didn't.
My name is Kallista Lane, daughter of Athena. I am a genius. I am eight and a half years old. I am in the Titan army. I was about to die. The invasion was beginning. I was ready to destroy Olympus.
My mother never claimed me. My father never loved me. Nobody did. Luke said we could earn justice. Kronos said that the Titans were the rightful rulers. Both said that Olympus needed to be closed. Permanently. I agreed.
For once in my lifetime, someone actually valued my opinion, didn't treat me like a brainless dope, and cared about me. His name was Luke Castellan. From what I know, he apparently has a soft spot for little Athena girls. He said I reminded him of his friend, Annabeth. But Annabeth chose to side with her boyfriend, Percy, who is working for those evil Olympians, just because he was her boyfriend. I laughed. I had never felt love before, and never planned on doing so. That, in a few years would change.
I woke up and started crying. I just wished that someone could actually try for once to make my life easier for once. But no, they had to be all absorbed in themselves, and their stupid war. Why did everyone have to be too hostile at me to even give me a happy childhood for ABSOLUTLEY NO REASON! I hated my life. I hated everything. Tartarus seemed like Elysium right now. I could just be dead forever. I wished. I screamed and punched my pillow. I knew throwing temper tantrums was unsophisticated, but I just needed something else to feel pain. I stopped. Something was moving. I listened carefully. I needed to catch whoever it was by surprise. I pretended to stretch, and suddenly lunged at the mysterious person. I knocked of some sort of cap, revealing pretty blond hair, as well as the rest of her body. I looked at her T-Shirt and snarled. "Camp Half-Blood. Kronos will have to know about this, Miss Chase." She opened her mouth and closed it, opened and closed. She finally spoke. "Kronos is evil. He stole the real Luke. I knew him, and now he's gone. Percy and I don't want destruction and evil, like Kronos. We want to defend our parents, and we want to defend good for good's sake. If you are smart, you'll defend Olympus." I chuckled. "Yeah right. Good shmood. If the Olympians are so great, than why did our Mom give us to dads who hate us and then forget about us to go fall in love with other mortals? Why did Poseidon and Zeus break rules they themselves made? Why did Hades kidnap Persephone? Why does Zeus never stay faithful to his own wife? Annabeth, I think I, being a certified genius, know the difference between good and evil. And to prove that, I'm letting you go this one time. The Fates will not be so kind to you next time. And when they punish you, I'll be laughing. The Olympians are evil. A true daughter of Athena would realize that." I picked up her cap and told her to get lost. The end was near. The streets of Manhattan would run red with blood. Some of which would be mine.

[ThisIsSadlyNotSparta]

I sat on a bench next to some statues with a Coca Cola in my hand. "Okay. So the main target is Olympus, but if you find a boy with hydrokinesis, black hair, and green eyes, do not hesitate to kill him. Any demigods KIA will be honored. Is that clear?" Everyone nodded at Luke. I patted the stubbed arm of a satyr statue. Time to die, Camp Half-Blood. I raised my hand. "Yes, Kallie?" "I do not think our tactics are as good as they potentially could be. See, instead of going directly through the city, we should spread out to strengthen our hold on the city...." I went on and on about how we could make sure we won, but that wasn't my mind was on. Those campers must have had a reason for sticking up for the Olympians. Y'know, other than the fact that one of the twelve was their parent. I wanted to know that, and when I want to know something, I don't stop until I do. I decided I would launch my own mission. I would pretend to be a camper, and then I would gain their trust, giving me the opportunity to sneak the Titan army into Camp, and learn why they were so concerned about the Olympians, when they were just a group of self-centered, insensitive, sadistic immortals. "And, my lord, if it is well with you, I'd like to launch a reconaissance mission on the camp. I'll gain their trust and let the army in when they least expect it, limiting casualties in Olympus and basically leaving Olympus undefended." Luke pondered that for a moment. "Very well. You are our best tactitian," Ethan looked hurt. "So I trust your odds of success are very high. Elena, will you please escort Miss Lane to Camp Half-Blood?" A teenaged girl, maybe twice my age, (Who looked like a modern day Cleopatra) murmured "Yes, my lord." She was very beautiful, and had an unnatural glow. Aphrodite, I guessed. It did not matter, nor did anything but my mission. My success was absolutely essential.