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Amber Jones was a very different girl indeed. She lived with one of her fathers, Kronos, in Tartarus in the Underworld. Kronos had raised her since she was born. Her mother had died, leaving Amber with him.
“Daddy?” Amber asked one day.
“Yes, Amber?” Kronos asked, looking up from his book.
“Why are people being mean to me?”
Kronos froze, his eyes flashing dangerously. He put his book down and scooped up his crying four-year-old daughter.
“Who’s being mean to you?” Kronos asked.
“The big dwagon lady,” Amber sniffed.
Kronos put Amber in her room, locked the door and left. He found Kampê talking to some other monsters in Tartarus.
“Kampê,” Kronos called.
“Yes, Lord Kronos?” Kampê asked, turning to look at him.
“I thought I told you to be nice to my daughter. For all of you here in Tartarus to be nice to her. I get that she is the only mortal here, and she’s not dead, but you better treat her with the same respect that you show to me, because she is my daughter, and I will not have you being mean to her. You treat her with the same respect that you show to me or I will do this to you,” Kronos growled.
He attacked Kampê, breaking multiple bones and ripping many muscles and tendons. He turned to her friends, who had stood watching in shock.
“Go tell the others that if anyone is mean to my daughter, something similar will happen to them,” Kronos snarled, anger evident in his voice.
The monsters scrambled to obey, not daring to risk the possibility of injuries. Kronos went back to Amber, who ran up and hugged him tightly, crying.
“Listen to me, Amber,” Kronos whispered, lifting her head up to look at him. “I won’t let anyone hurt you. You’re safe with me. Soon, you will be old enough to begin training.”
Amber smiled and clapped her hands together happily.
“Twain,” she giggled, her speech still not perfected.
Kronos smiled and spent the rest of the day with his daughter.
A few years had passed, and Amber was no longer bullied and hated. She was adored by the monsters and beings in Tartarus. She had learned to fight, efficient with the bow, sword, daggers, and throwing knives. She had also been trained to slow time, stop it, and reverse it. Her other powers, inherited from Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades, were being trained now. She could control the wind and water and shadows. She could summon skeletons and storms and whirlpools. She was the most powerful demigod in the world.
She had also renovated Tartarus. When most people hear of Tartarus, they think darkness and torture. That’s what Tartarus used to be. It was now full of color and sound and light and parties. You see, Amber had first renovated her room. Neon walls and ceiling, bright rugs, flat-screen TV, iPad, phone, speakers, loud music, books, everything she could ever want. She had eventually renovated everyone else’s room the way they had wanted it. There was now a movie theater, a dance room, a lounge, a bar, everything. This had earned her the respect of everyone in Tartarus. She was almost nine now, ready to face the world.
“Dad, can I please leave now?” Amber asked.
“Give it two more years. The day before you turn eleven. Then I will get you out,” Kronos promised.
“Yay!” Amber cried out happily, hugging him.
Kronos was hesitant about letting his little girl out into the real world, but he knew he couldn’t keep her in Tartarus forever. He sighed and decided he needed to get over it, as he wasn’t going to break his word to her.
The day before Amber turned eleven, Kronos got Amber out of the pit, guiding her to Camp Half-Blood. Monsters chased her the whole way, but she was ready for them. She reached the camp and crossed the border, the protection wards keeping out the monsters. She went right to the house that she saw, thinking that someone was for sure there, due to the lights.
She opened the door silently and found a centaur and a man talking quietly, apparently nervous.
“Kronos appears to be stirring once more. There was a large wind that nearly blew all the spirits out of the Fields of Asphodel. Hades alerted us to this. Kronos might try to rise from the pit and take over the world,” the man spoke urgently.
“Um, can you help me?” Amber asked softly, startling both of them.
“What’s your name?” the centaur asked.
“Amber Jones,” Amber said. “I crossed over the border being chased by monsters. Can you help me?”
“My name is Chiron, and this is Mr. D,” Chiron said.
“Dionysius?” Amber guessed. “Like the Greek god of wine and insanity?”
Mr. D rose an eyebrow in surprise.
“You know of that?” Chiron asked.
“I grew up with Greek mythology books,” Amber lied.
Mr. D nodded his head and was about to speak when Chiron stepped forward.
“I think it is best if you sleep in here tonight. We will introduce you to the rest of camp in the morning. Dionysius, I believe it would be best if you return to Olympus for the time being. I will inform the campers tomorrow,” Chiron said.
Dionysius nodded again and disappeared. Amber turned to look at Chiron.
“This way, dear one,” the centaur said, gesturing to a hallway.
Amber followed him to a room with a bed, where she quickly got in. She mumbled a goodnight and a thank you to Chiron before she fell asleep.