Percy's POV

"Annabeth! Over here!" I shouted. He threw Anaklusmos (a.k.a Riptide) to me, still in its 'pen disguise'. I clicked it open, and it turned into a metre-long celestial bronze sword.

The figure approached us as we backed down between the forest's tall, gloomy trees. "This way guys!" Rachel yelled, pointing to a huge tainted glass door.

Rachel, Annabeth and I were making our way towards the door, when there was a sound of a girl crying for help. "Help….me….. Per…..cy….."

I spun around, looking for a girl. Not too far off, there was the figure in the shape of… Bella?

I ran down the path, searching for my sister. "Don't go Percy!" Annabeth screamed. "It's a trick!"

I finally reached the figure, and to confirm my suspicions, it was my Bella. Reaching for her with my other hand that wasn't holding Riptide, I…..

"PERSEUS JACKSON! LOOK AT THE TIME!" I was awakened by the shrill voice of Bella. Rubbing my eyes, I moaned " Hey Bella, I'm not deaf. No need to scream."

She sniggered, and mumbled something about "Sally's orders". Oh yeah, I haven't introduced myself yet.

My name is Perseus Jackson, but I preferred to be known as Percy. I am 18 this year, and I live in Manhattan/ Forks/ Camp Half-Blood. My sister Bella, actually more of a HALF-sister, is 17 this year.

Both of us share the same father, Poseidon, God of seas and storms, and whatever else. My mother is a mortal, Sally Jackson. Bella's mother is also a mortal, so we are what we call 'Half-Bloods'. But Bella has been changed into a vampire by someone from her past after her mother died in an accident.

Father had taken pity on her, so he sent her to my mother and I to seek refuge. We were at Yate Middle School (A/N~Self- made) when this undercover Satyr, Grover Underwood, found us and brought us to Camp Half-Blood, where we were claimed by Father. From then on, we would always come over to camp during summer.

Well, back to reality. Mom was preparing my favorite blue breakfast, which was also Bella's favorite as we were the children of the Sea God.

"Make it quick, we will have to leave Manhattan after lunch, at about 2, so that we can get you both settled down for the new term in high school tomorrow!" Mom pestered.

Bella and I moaned simultaneously. I polished off my breakfast, and went back into my room to do one last final check. I brushed past something on my table, and turned to see what it was.

It was a parcel wrapped in blue wrapping paper, and on it had 4 words, 'To my beloved Percy', in a handwriting I knew too well. My Father.