Hello everyone, and welcome to my first Peter Johnson- sorry, Percy Jackson fanfic.

Well this fic is basically a mix of my OC's origin stories so the description may change from OC to OC.

Now since it's my first time I don't know if I got the characters right, if I have compliment me, if I haven't flame me and tell me how to make it better (this is my first time writing over half a fic in the first person).

Enjoy :D

Percy Jackson: New blood

The sun was falling. The sun was disappearing. The horizon enveloped it as it shone one last orange glow to the sky to try and remain dominant over the prevailing night. A boy stood. His back to the sun. His eyes were closed, waiting for the harsh rays to go. Finally the sun subsided. Stars filled the skies. The moon glared at it's kingdom. The boy opened his eyes. His hands grabbed a whitish-yellow sword that instantly turned a bluish-black. He looked at his opponents. Faced by monsters, growling, scavenging, things-of-nightmare's monsters. Scores of them. He smiled, a maniacal smile with his eyes blazing.

"So, come back for more have you? Very well." He stepped back and waited for them, his eyes held no fear, his stance no uncertainty. The first one leaped. He stood. It bared it's teeth. He raised the sword. The monster- Stopped. The smile evaporated to be replaced by confusion. The monster, a lion-goat-snake thingy was trying to move forward but was blocked like an invisible wall. The boy looked at the others. They were trying to barge through but they too couldn't pass.

Looking closed it appeared the wall was spanning around the land behind him where none, not even the biggest ones could pass. Not just the monsters but there were significantly less clouds on this side. The boy looked at the area, he saw strawberry field that he made a mental note to munch on later, a blue large house, what looked to be a Greek dining table and a number of cabins, even at this distance all different. His eyes gazed at the details of kids in armour tons of them and his ears pricked at their words, something about a fight or contest. His smiled came back.

"Well if it keeps them out I'm not complaining. Berries to much on, good weather and people. Who knows" He lowered his sword hanging it on his belt. "they might just be a match for me."


Well, here I am again. It's capture the flag and as always Annabeth has a master plan for the son of Poseidon. It goes something like this; seaweed brain stationed next to the creek boundary line then when wise girl comes with the flag I go in and patiently walk to the finish. When I mentioned the creek being the boundary lines she said 'technically it's banned to go across the boundary line, not on and under it'. I bet she had a discussion with Chiron that went her way.

I had nothing against the plan. With this one in the bag it would be the fifth consecutive win against Ares and I never mind a stroll underwater but it was just so…boring. There they were in the forest fighting for the flags, I could here the chants and cries, while I was here, waiting, away from the action. If I went to them, Annabeth would be mad, if I stayed I'll be bored. I chose to stay, in the middle of the dullness, with a horse plume on my head. As I thought about it I generally knew that the plan she told me wasn't going to happen. I was there to distract-

"Ahh, here he is." -her. I turned, sword readied for my unwanted rival. Clarisse la Rue. Daughter of Ares and No. 1 camp bully. It's no secret she's out to get me because I made her dad, a god devoted to war, lose in a sword fight with a twelve year old boy. Honestly, if the fate of the world wasn't hanging in the balance of getting my uncles master bolt back, I would have lost and lived with the humiliation. But life's not that simple, especially for me. I had to defeat him and she had to have it out for me. It's mainly because of this rivalry we've been on a winning streak.

"Clarisse" whispered another Ares-boy, all in a gang of five. "Shouldn't we stick to the flag, if we lose again-"

"We're not going to!" she snapped, apparently oblivious to the past few weeks. "Alright Pissy, you and me, now!" I readied myself, almost sure by the end of one round it wont be me and her, it'll be me and all of them. Held up her eclectic spear and charged. Shorter weapon, get in close. I kept that in mind and remembered to stay away from the spear head. If worst comes to worse I would get in the water. Call me impulsive, but after I fought her for so long I wanted to beat her fairly, on dry land in a vain attempt to knock sense into her skull. We clashed, unaware of the danger the other campers were in.


I, Annabeth daughter of Athena, scrambled through the forest, pursued by what looked to be Demeter-cabin half-blood's. I couldn't really tell, I was too busy running with the flag. We had lost theirs in the early part of the game but had reclaimed it and lost it many times in unison before it was deemed safe. Right now the tactic looked to be run as quickly as possible to the other side. But a child of Athena would hardly make a plan that transparent. There were campers on my team stationed behind the trees who would stop any pursuers or people who blocked my path.

I glided past two trees, a rope was pulled by two Hermes campers and the Demeter's tripped and fell. More of the blue team appeared from the trees ready to pull of the last trick. We were expecting a large volume of campers in a clearing I was heading to which was the quickest route to our territory. The plan was an arrowhead manoeuvre, strongest on the outside, the flag bearer in the middle. A drive through their forces then a sprint for the finish. Worst comes to worst get Percy to walk to the finish but that would only cause the other team to yell 'cheat' for the rest of the day.

The tree's vanished, I was in the clearing and as predicted there were the red team. The Ares never were good with surprises. The others were already there and the charge was on, arrowhead forming. They couldn't stop all of us at once. Easy victor-

I froze. Something just dropped out of the sky into the middle of the clearing. All campers stopped to stare at whatever it was. All fighting stopped, all shouting silenced, all competition lost. Weaving to and fro I managed to see what it was, or rather who he was. A boy about my age wearing ripped jeans, black t-shirt and black jacket. And when I say ripped I mean torn and shredded to the edge of their threads. His shoes weren't much better, what was bright colours looked to be faded by overuse and mud. He had long black hair, reaching past his shoulders which looked in need of a wash.

The boy stood up and I got to see his face. I was afraid to admit it but, he looked amazing. His eyes looked cat like, his face perfectly symmetrical, complexion, toning was perfect. Not saying I had anything for him but, he looked beautiful. I snapped myself out of it, taking note that if anyone asked, it was my ADHD. Looking back at him he seemed to be of Asian decent. He smiled, a wide, mischievous, sinister smile.

"Having fun everyone?" he said. "So who here is the strongest?"

"What's it to you?" Snarled an Ares boy. "Who are you? How did you get here?"

"What's it to you?" The boy mimicked, looking at him up from down. "So are you strong? Cause you don't look it." The Ares frowned and pointed his sword at him.

"What do you mean? I'm one of the strongest kids in camp!"

"Not to me your not, all I see is a wide load with a bad fashion sense." That drew the line. The war-mongering teen raised the blade. Ready to strike. I had to act.

"Wait!" They both froze and turned to me. "Not so fast, who are you and why are you picking a fight with us?"

"I wanted to see what your made of, how about a fight you guys against me."

"Are you crazy, all of us against one of you?"

"Yeah, it'll probably keep my eyes open at the most, what's this about stronger campers?" He was insane. He was surrounded, overpowered and weapon less. "Well, I guess I'll find out later." Wait, scratch that last part. He took what looked to be a bone like sword from his belt. It was thin, scratched and had cuts in it everywhere. "So, who's first, Blondie, wide load or all of you?" That blew it. The Ares bellowed a war cry and charged. I screamed for him to stop but he didn't listen. The mystery boy just stood there, not even looking at his opponent. Closer, sword glinting in the moonlight. He swung down-

Everybody gasped, me included. Not because of the injury caused by the blade. But lack thereof. Even the Ares boy looked stunned, colour draining from his face, white on red with his horse plume. The boy was holding onto the sword, with his bare hand, still not looking at him. Impossible, just impossible. No half-blood could do that. What was he? He chuckled. "What was I saying, keep my eyes open?" He gripped the blade, shattering it into shards of Olympian Bronze. "This Won't Even Keep Me Awake!" He yelled. I blinked at the scream. The next thing I saw was him his face an inch from mine, maniacal smile plastered over it. Then everything went black.


I dogged to the right and brought Riptide down on the spear, but the shaft was tougher than I thought. Clarisse drew back and trusted again. I learnt all to well to keep away from that spear as electricity crackled in it's head. This time I grabbed the shaft and attempted a slash on her shield to knock her off, but she had been doing this for years and all she did was stand back one step.

We backed away, levelling each other up. So far it was still one-on-one but that could change at any moment. All I had to do was keep this lot busy, that way Annabeth's job will be easier and this game can end sooner. I looked at the forest and saw no one. They were probably deep inside but still…something seemed off. I couldn't explain at the time but something was missing.

"No one's coming Pissy!" his opponent taunted. "You've got no chance." she advanced on me. "After this we'll have you screaming to daddy." Why does she always do that 'sent him crying home', 'screaming to daddy', 'begging for- It hit me. Screaming!

"Stop!" I shouted, knowing all to well during out fight the other kids had formed a circle round me.

"Yeah, like we're going to take orders from some-"

"Clarisse, listen." We paused for a few seconds. She just looked confused.

"What? I don't here anything. Are you just-"

"Exactly." She just stared at me. "There are scores of Demigods battling it out for two flags, shouting, fighting, stealing and signalling. So, where's all the noise?" Now, for one of the few times in her life her mind was off fighting. She lowered her spear and listened hard. The others followed suit, all gazing at the woods. Clarisse yelled out a signal cry, there are so many and they change so often I don't even bother learning my own teams calls. No response. Louder. Silence.

"They were suppose to call back."

"I don't like this, we need to find Chiron-"

"Hold it seaweed brain, I call the shots, we're going in there and finding what happened."

"Are you crazy?" Though looking back that was an obvious question. "If something took out all of them we don't stand a chance. We need to find Chiron and Mr. D."

"You're not the boss of me Jackson! I say we go and what I say-" Snap. Rustle. We turned to the sounds coming from the forest. Out came a camper, Hermes it would seem, running and calling.

"Help me! Help me!" He reached us and grabbed onto me. "He's coming he's coming he got everyone else what are we gonna do we're gonna die-"

"Quiet brat, what's going on!" The Ares girl demanded. I rolled my eyes, never let an Ares try to calm someone down.

"Whoa, slow down there…slow down." He stopped shouting, but his breathing was heavy and his face, usually so clean and smooth with their upturned eyebrows, sharp noses and mischievous smiles, was sweaty and full of panic. "Now, one bit at a time what happened."

"W-we were in the clearing, the A-Ares flag was being carried when out of nowhere s-s-someone landed in the middle of the fray. He stared talking about taking us all on, no one took him seriously but when Josh slashed at him he caught it and leaped at us and punched and kicked and they were all down I barley escaped!" I managed to catch most of what he said but it was still a bit blurry.

"So, umm…"

"Tony"

"Tony, what did he look like."

"He, he hand black hair, torn clothes, umm, umm."

"What about his face."

"Oh, good face. Cat like eyes, huge smile, the kind of face that the Aphrodite's would envy." I smiled at this, if only to make him more comfortable.

"What kind of powers did he have?"

"He dropped out of nowhere and when Josh slashed he-…he…" That same face of shock was plastered oven him, as if he seen a ghost. He shivered in the warm night. Eyes wide and fixed.

"He what? What it is?" Tony raised a shaking finger at the woods, where he was staring at. Me and the Ares's turned. There he was. Long dark haired boy with narrow eyes and torn clothes. I shot up and grasped Riptide, noting the Ares had prepared themselves long before me. He seemed to be carrying a large bag over his shoulder and had a face opposite to Tony. Tony was shocked and pale, his was happy and shining.

"Well, I was wondering if you would lead me to the strong ones, I sincerely hope you have cause their aren't many others they could be."

"Who are you?" I shouted.

"Who cares" Clarisse sneered. "if it's a fight he wants it's a fight he'll get."

"But you heard him, he beat them all."

"Ha! The wimp probably imagined it, got too scared and made monsters out of mice." The boy's smile faded.

"Huh" he began "you don't think I beat them all?"

"Hell no. Where's the proof?" His smile came back, an insane twisted smile.

"Want poof? Here ya go?" He tossed the large bag forward, it's top opening, spilling it's contents. Helmets. Red ones. Blue ones. Scattering all over the ground. One blue plumed one rolled to my feet. Involuntarily a picture of Annabeth appeared in my mind. "These are the helmets of all your friends fighting in the woods. That took me less than an hour." I was shocked stiff but Clarisse was not buying it.

"Please you did this? You probably grabbed the spares from the armoury and summoned a few monsters to deal with the ones in the forest."

"Clarisse, stop!" I shouted "didn't you hear Tony, he saw him beat them all. He's too dangerous to-"

"Shut up!"

"But if he used monsters why is he here by himsel-"

"I said shut up!" She pointed her spear at him. "Listen you little freak! I'm Clarisse la Rue and I rule this camp. Know your place!" He just stared at her, eyes almost in a dream state as if he was not taking her seriously. She gritted her teeth. "FINE!" I blinked, and in that time the daughter of Ares was already charging at him. "I Guess I'll Just Have To Beat It Into You!" She brought the spear down to her still opponent-

My heart skipped a beat, and so must have Clarisse's and the other Ares's. In one blink of an eye he grabbed onto the spear, a bit bellow the head and stopped it from touching him completely. Clarisse was shocked but soon continued to press down. She pushed but hardly lowered it and inch.

"Shame, you did seem the most enthusiastic." He grabbed onto the shaft of the spear and pulled upwards, shifting his legs and (this is the truth I swear) lifted the large girl off her feet, into the air and slammed her onto the ground. As she fell he looked at her with no visible fatigue. He the cricked his neck, with a insane smile and wild eyes at us.

"We need to retreat" I shouted "I'll hold him off, you take Tony and-" I never got to finish. Before I knew it his foot swung into my face and I flew into what must have been a rock. It was strange, I felt blood coming from my head and I could see the Ares kids running at him. But I couldn't hear anything. Clarisse was shouting something at them. It was instantaneous. He drew a blue/black sword with what looked like white specks in it and slashed strait through one of their swords and blood splattered through the first Ares. Another attempted a punch barrage but he simply swatted each blow with the back of his hand before stabbing him in the foot. All the while the grin was fixed on his face as if he was possessed.

Clarisse was still shouting, as near as I could tell, she was saying stop. Retreat. Turn back. All the words not associated with Ares kids the slightest. Ares three and four still charged, one from the east and one from the west. He threw his sword in the air and grabbed each blade with his bare hands. I wanted to be shocked, I wanted to help but my body didn't seem to move, my mind didn't seem to comprehend. He threw them off and grabbed Ares three by the collar into a headbut then, as he caught his sword, a stab in the thigh. He took the blade out and jumped above a charging Ares four, landed behind him and grabbed his arm. He kept pulling against him, twisting the arm where it shouldn't twist. Then one second later, he looked like he was screaming. I hoped it was just dislocated.

I couldn't move, couldn't hear and now my vision was darkening. Four campers lay injured, bleeding. I could just see Clarisse get up when I felt a pair of arms around me, dragging me. I couldn't protest and after Tony hand dragged me into the water, I was glad he didn't. I felt life flowing back into me, my mind clear and my hearing return. I looked to see Clarisse, grabbing two swords, tying to fend him off. But he delivered huge, powerful blows that knocked them out of her hands and then proceeded to slash her body, shallow cuts but a lot of them. Finally as she fell I could hear him.

"…someone stronger than this? Com'on! Don't tell me you're all there is. Well" He raised his blade in a reverse hold. "maybe this will attract more." I reacted at once. From the lake a jet of high pressure water shot over the grass. Faster than the quickest runner in camp. He must have heard it because he turned round as it came towards him. "Huh? What's thaAAAHHHH!" It hit him full force, harder faster, until he slammed into a tree on the edge of the forest. I thanked Tony and got out of the water, instantly strength fading and ran to Clarisse. She hated me but I had to see if she was alright.

"Clarisse, how bad are you hurt?" She grunted as she got up, wounds still open.

"Could have been a lot better if you stepped in sooner." She complained.

"Never mind that, we need to get Chiron and Mr D. You all need medical attention and there are a lot more in the woods."

"Yeah, I will, just as soon as I get the guy who did all-"

"What? Your friends are wounded and your just interested in glory?"

"If we stop him we won't have to deal with this again! Besides, I don't take orders from you Pissy. You tell Chiron while I deal with the gook."

"Hey, that's raciest." We both turned to the voice and gasped. He was getting up. Panting and in pain, but still getting up. Stretching his back we heard cricks and cracks of bones being put back where they should. He felt his chest and his heavy breathing turned to normal. Within seconds the fixed smile was back. "That's some power ya got there. I think I'll call it at this, you seem to be the only one here I could have a decent fight with." He turned to the woods. "Get rested up, I wanna fight you tomorrow night, got it? See ya."

Leaping between two trees he was at the top of the tree canopy and then leaped from one to the other before disappearing from sight. I couldn't believe it. That jet of water was powerful enough to break all his ribs, yet he got up from it in no time. I shook my head, there were other things to worry about,

"Tony" I called. "can you run to Chiron and Mr D and tell them what happened?"

"Sure." he replied.

"Good. Clarisse, I'm going to the woods and finding the others, you look after these four." If she did object I couldn't hear as I ran into the forest. It was less than a minute when I found the first people. An Apollo hanging from a tree branch, a Aphrodite with her face in the dirt (a scenario none of them ever want), a Demeter with his sword shattered on the ground. All unconscious, all wounded, all without their helmets. Finally I got the clearing where every cabin was present, Hermes, Hephaestus, one of the Dionysus brothers, Athena-

Then I saw her. Propped up against a tree, holding onto the shattered hilt of a sword lay Annabeth. I ran to her and checked her over. Didn't seem like any cuts but from the look of the bark on the tree she hit it with some force. "Annabeth, can you hear me. Annabeth!" I couldn't touch her, I didn't know how badly she was injured. A faint groan escaped her lips. "Annabeth, wake up. Where are you injured?" She opened her eyes, normally bright grey now dull grey.

"Wha…what happened?" she tried to get up but instantly clutched her stomach.

"Don't try to move. Where's the pain?"

"My…my stomach and my chest mostly, but there is a pain in my back." I checked behind her. A few chunks of bark were imbedded in her back.

"Listen don't move. Chiron is coming." She gave a weak smile.

"Good, the thought of you healing me makes me shiver."

"Well it seems your ego is intact wise girl. Do you remember what happened? I met another camper who told me some of it and I met the guy who did it. Long black hair, unusual sword?" Her eyes widened, I suspected it was all coming back to her now.

"Did you fight him?"

"Sort of. I blasted him with a water flume but he shook it off pretty quick."

"I've never seen anything like it. They way he took all of us, one by one as if we were nothing. How are the others?"

"They're all still unconscious. I'm afraid if I move them I'd make it worse."

"Good reasoning." said a voice. We both turned to see a horses legs. Then look up to see Camp Half-Blood's activities director.

"Chiron" I exclaimed, not at all phased on how a massive horse man managed to sneak up on me "did Tony tell you-"

"Yes Percy, he did." his face was serious and grim, unlike the Chiron I knew. "Where the damage?" he was addressing Annabeth now.

"My chest and back." she replied. After looking her over he gestured to two Satyr's carrying a stretcher who carefully put her on her side. Around me I saw more of them along with some nymphs, carefully putting the demigods into stretchers and even Dionysus was here, looking at the situation with mild anxiety. Before they carried her away, Chiron had one last thing to ask.

"Annabeth, is what Tony said true? One attacker?" She nodded, face already looking stronger and healthier. He closed his eyes solemnly. "Take her to the pavilion and tell someone to set up an Iris Message to Mount Olympus. Camp Half-Blood is in danger."

To be continued…

So, who is this mysterious person? Where did he come from? What is the source of his powers? (Please post any theories you may have, I'd like to hear them :D)

If anyone's wondering what time in the books this is set, I admit I haven't read all of them and I don't read them all in one go as I like to savour a book. I'm just keeping this in a floating timeline with the only certainties being it's after the first book and before the last book.

BTW spoilers for books past sea of monsters are not appreciated so don't post any

BTW (part 2) this fic is on low priority for me as I need to get others on the way. Only if this gets a lot of reviews in this chapter will I consider putting it on high priority (if there are any Clone wars fans or X-men evolution fans reading this, be sure to check my fics of them out).

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