Sorry if you tried to read this before. My computer is stupid.

Disclaimer:

DianeJasmine: Hi! It is my birthday yesterday. And I know that was not grammatically correct! But I don't care! Cause it was my birthday yesterday! Oh, darn, I just fixed the statement.

TheWorldBookGirl: My friend here got a little bit off topic. What she means to say is that she does not own PJO because they all belong to me. They are mine. Mine. MINE! ALL MINE! BWAHAHA!

DianeJasmine: Geese, how many times do I have to tell you! You don't own them and neither do I. They belong to Rick Riordan.

TheWorldBookGirl: Do to.

DianeJasmine: Do not! I am yelling in your general direction!

TheWorldBookGirl: Do to!

DianeJasmine: Do not! (starts to walk off)

TheWorldBookGirl: Do to! (follows)

DianeJasmine: Do not! (arguing continues as they walk off into the distance)

Chapter 1: Percy

Surrounded. He was surrounded by veiled figures. They were familiar. He knew that he knew all of them. But he couldn't say who they were or how he knew them. There was one standing right next to him that was vaguely girl shaped and long blond hair billowed from under the coverings. He reached out to tap her on the shoulder. But just as his fingers were about to touch it, she vanished. Percy whirled around. She was standing behind him, drifting. He reached out to touch her shoulder again and again she vanished, only to appear on his other side. Percy let out an anguished cry. He lunged forward to try to catch her- he knew that some how she was important. But she vanished again and Percy sat up in bed with a jolt.

He put his head in his hands, frustrated. The same dream over and over again. Not exactly the same but close enough. The veiled figures changed. Some times it was a boy that looked like a satyr (or- as he had been told countless times, a faun), some times a tall figure that shouted 'Peanut Butter!' every time he vanished and some times a figure that looked vaguely like a centaur. The weirdest one was probably the giant dog. Percy felt that these figures meant something. Something important. He felt the beads around his neck, his only tie to his past. He looked around wondering what had woken him up. The earth was shaking. There was a roar in the distance. A battle cry adorned with the sound of horns. That would do it.

Percy got out of bed and started to don his armor. He looked at his arm and smiled. When they had made him part of the legion, they had tried to brand his arm with SPQR but the iron couldn't find purchase. So every morning he had to re-apply the mark with a sharpie.

He finished putting on his armor and rushed out of the tent. He drew a ball point pen out of his pocket and uncapped it. It transformed into a bronze sword. Riptide. Percy ran forward into a group of campers assembled in the field in front of the roman camp. They were staring at a huge shape that was approaching from the other side of the field. Not just approaching. Flying

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The thing flying towards the camp was a huge war ship. It had its golden sails unfurled and they were flapping in the wind. It had cannons sticking out from the sides. Up at the very front of the ship, Percy noticed, was a slightly dented metallic dragon's head. Up on board were several figures. There were five people standing at the edge of the ship. And then he noticed that there was someone steering the ship. That person, the captain? was surrounded by flames, and seemed to be controlling the flames that lapped up the sides of the ship.

"Prepare for battle!" Reyna, a daughter of Apollo yelled out.

"Wait!" Percy had just realized it. "They're just kids on board! Just kids! They might be demigods! What if they have something to do with the great prophecy?"

"Well what if it has to do with them being a threat to us?" she yelled back. Gods, she's annoying.

Just then the ship started to slow. It grinded to a halt in mid-air. Then it started to descend, slowly, towards the earth. The campers stared at it.

"Crossbows at the ready!" Reyna shouted to the campers, oblivious to the mood of awe struck fear. The campers looked at each other and shrugged. Then, they readied their crossbows. Percy scowled. Reyna was moving into battle mode. Still annoying. "Hold fire," Reyna said, almost quietly, "wait for them to make the first move."

A ladder was being lowered from the ship. The campers shuffled nervously. Percy and Reyna stood motionless, staring at the people descending the ladder.
There were five of them. Three girls and two boys. One of the girls carried an olive branch, the symbol of peace. Her hair was a pretty dark chocolate brown that was chopped haphazardly at different lengths. She was wearing a snow boarding jacket.
Standing next to her was the boy with the fire wreathed around his hands. He had curly, brown hair, with brown eyes and light skin, and he kept on glancing back at a goth looking girl walking in the back of the group. She seamed as though she was pointedly ignoring him. She was wearing a black jacket with dark skinny jeans, moon earrings and her spiky black hair was adorned by a silver tiara. She almost seemed like one of the Hunters of Diana, just with different colors and seemed to have a different attitude. Percy experienced one of his horrible headaches as he looked at her. Standing next to that boy was another. He had blond hair and light blue eyes. Under his mouth was a small scar. At the sight of him Reyna gasped. She looked around wildly as if to gauge the others reactions. She took a small step forward and gasped under her breath- "Jason?"
Percy noticed almost nothing of it. He took a fraction of a second to register it in his ever increasingly pained mind. He had no eyes except for the girl standing in the front of the group, next to the girl with the willow branches. It was the girl from his dream. She had a medium height and long blond hair. She searched the crowd with her grey eyes, eyes that grew more and more hopeless as time went on. She seamed to be searching for some thing. Or someone, Percy thought to himself as his heart rate quickened. She turned as the goth girl said something and in response gave a small shake of her head. The goth girl shot a concerned look at the dream girl and started searching the crowd herself. His headache intensified.
The grey eyes of the girl from his dream locked onto Percy's and filled with tears. Her mouth formed words which made no sound. His headache grew to an unbearable level and the world seemed to blur before his eyes. The girl's eyes filled with concern as he tottered and fell. Annabeth's eyes. Wait, he thought to himself, did I just remember something? The world faded to darkness and as his eyes closed, he saw people crowded around him, he heard a concerned voice and he felt people feeling his head for fever. He didn't care. He remembered. He remembered!

A/N:

DianeJasmine: (walks on) So what do you think? Reviews would make me very happy. And it was my birthday yesterday.

TheWorldBookGirl: (walks on) Do to!

DianeJasmine: Do not! Ugh! (throws hands up in exasperation) Fine! I know a way to settle this. Percy, come here!

Percy: (wakes up disoriented) Huh, what! (looks around) I thought I was unconscious!

DianeJasmine: You were. And are. But I need you. (points to TheWorldBookGirl) Is this the girl who you told your story to?

Percy: No? I thought I told my story to Rick Riordan.

DianeJasmine: You did. Now, goodbye.

Percy: Hey, wai- (poofs away)

TheWorldBookGirl: Darn. I liked him. And owning the story.