Hello, lovely people! Wow… what is up with me? Lovely? Writing this fanfiction must've altered my thoughts, because I am feeling impossibly happy. Anyway, I am here for a brand new fanfic, completely random unknown strangers or people I don't know! My friend gave me this idea by saying, "I would hate to be Riptide, slashing through a million monsters all the time like no big deal."

BAM! Another one of my Bada bing, bada boom! moments.

It's not the best, but I'm proud of it, because I typed this in less than 45 minutes. Trust me, I SUCK at typing, but writing motivates me. Feel free to tell me what you think, 'cause, hey hey hey! THAT'S WHAT REVIEWS ARE FOR! Go on! Read, review, favorite, and follow! It'll really make my day. My email is feeling neglected. Cheer it up. PLEASE. Join the Cheer AprilSpirit's Email Up Foundation. It takes less than 5 minutes to review, favorite, and follow. Thank you.

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson. He's his own person. But we all know Riptide has Percy wrapped around his finger. Or is it hilt? Whatever.

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P.S. If you like funnier stories than this better, check out my other stories, Shut up, Percy Jackson Book Title Reactions, and The Random Series: Book Two: The Rest of the Story. Don't worry. You don't need to know anything about Doctor Who to read my random story. On to the story!

Riptide's POV

I grimaced as Hephaestus pulled me out of the furnace at his forges. Even through my pain, I could see that I had been finely crafted with complete celestial bronze. Extremely well balanced, too, if I do say so myself. The handiwork was astounding, and I could see everything. I was gently lifted to have a kind, free spirited looking girl greet me.

"Hello, new one." She whispered. "Thy is to be my very own. Father said so." Then talking to Hephaestus, she asked, "Could thee make some adjustments for me?"

"Certainly. What kinds?" asked Hephaestus.

Pondering her choices, the girl unconsciously pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. As if he read her mind (He probably could, after all, he was a god.), Hephaestus gruffly offered his words of wisdom to the girl. "Zoe, you must choose well. You only get one chance."

"Zoe" heaved a great sigh, as if all the air had gone out from her lungs. She determinedly set her jaw and requested her wishes for my design. I held my breath (if I even had one), knowing her next words would seal my fate.

"I wish for it to have the form of my hair pin when it is not in use, for it to draw power from the ocean, for my mother. P-perhaps it could also have the power to adapt a different form besides a pin, to match its circumstances!" Zoe exclaimed, getting more and more excited by the second.

"Whoa! Slow down there, missy. I understand. Now, why don't you think of a name for your sword, here, eh?"

"Alright! I already have it picked out, too! His name is Anaklusmos."

"That's good. That's good. Now hurry along to your mother. Riptide will be ready for you in a couple of days."

Even though I was lying on a metal sheet to cool, I could feel her impatience and excitement. Her aura was almost glowing with emotions. When she had gone, I could think clearly and organize my thoughts. My given name was Anaklusmos, but that was a mouthful, so I just decided to call myself Riptide. It sounded cooler, anyway. My train of thought was suddenly interrupted.

Hephaestus was walking towards me. With a drill. And a hammer. And a carving knife. I gulped. This wasn't going to be pretty.

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{A few days later}

As I stifled yet another yawn, the same girl, Zoe, came rushing in.

I had been so bored, Hephaestus only watching Spanish soap operas during his spare time and muttering, "Machines. No! Esperanza! No! Machines! No! Esperanza! Do I visit her? Does she love me? Does she even remember me? AAAARRRGGGHHH!"

I wanted to tell him to shut up and suck it up, like a man.

However, he kept on blabbering, sobbing, and blowing into 5 boxes of Kleenex.

Not even a little bit intriguing. Thankfully, he had switched to polishing up his matching set tables, Bob and Bobalina right before the grand little entrance of Zoe.

For some reason, he never polished them with Windex, which was by the window. Even Bob and Bobalina seemed to shy away from the Windex. It was a bit of a mystery I was determined to solve. However, my plans were foiled by Miss Zoe.

Halfway into the workshop, she nearly toppled an array of sharp weapons on a table. They thankfully didn't spill. A gentle, sweet looking woman called out, "Zoe Nightshade! Apologize and act like a proper lady!" For such a calm looking woman, she sure had some pair of vocal chords.

Floating into the workshop with the ease and elegance of a truly refined lady, the strange woman observed her surroundings with a hint of distaste. Yep. She looked like she wasn't a big fan of oil, grease, and the constant smell of iron. Looking flustered and uncomfortable, Hephaestus bowed as much as he could on his misshapen legs.

"My lady Pleione, always a pleasure."

Gracefully curtsying, she returned the greetings. Looking proud of himself, he carefully picked me up, and presented me to Lady Pleione and Zoe.

"What a majestic sword! It's a work of art! How beautiful!" Lady Pleione exclaimed.

Me being vain, I thought, "Yeah. That's right. I am one hot spankin' piece of awesomeness! Whooo Hooo!"

With a look of awe in her coffee brown eyes, Zoe handled me like a fragile piece of glass, all with a look of pure happiness in her face. Now that I was up close to her, I could observe her. She had copper-colored skin, gorgeous dark chocolate eyes, a slightly upturned nose, and long flowing ebony hair. Her lips were thin and chapped. I saw her mother glancing at her lips, and pursing her lips in disapproval. But no matter. I had an owner now.

As soon as we arrived at her dwelling, she tenderly set me down on a table and almost glided away, saying something about feeding Ladon.

As I surveyed my surroundings, I took note of how Zoe held herself. She was tall and graceful in her movements. That was probably due to her mother's constant nagging. In fact, I could hear it now.

Lady Pleione was yelling at some person named Hesperia. In her hurry to run away, she knocked a flower pot near me, sending dirt over me. The cool sensation of dirt awakened my senses. Fully alert, I could feel the shards of pottery littering the table around me. Zoe suddenly appeared in a flash, like she had a sensor whenever I wasn't feeling the best. She scolded her sister(more like yelled) until their mother stepped in. Still with a murderous glare in her eyes, Zoe soothingly picked me up and whisked me away to a magical place.

With vines making a natural canopy over a body of water outlined with silver flowers, it certainly looked like heaven. The pool was crystal clear, and I could see my reflection on the surface. I scrutinized myself closely. I was about three feet long and lokked about 5 pounds. A shimmering bronze sword with a double-edged blade, a new leather-wrapped grip and a flat hilt riveted with golden studs. My blade was shaped masterfully in a leaf shaped form, tastefully made. Zoe Nightshade did have some good sense in design.

In one smooth motion, she dipped my body into the crystalline, pristine calm waters of the pool. She soaked me for a bit, and taking me out again, she lightly placed my body on part of her shawl. With another part of her shawl, she softly wiped away any excess water dewing on my metal. When she had finished cleansing me, she put me in a soft, comfy looking sheath. It was like a soft winter coat.

However, the issue was that it was summer.

Like she was sensing my thoughts, she took me out of the fur lined, leather covered sheath. As if she just realizing something, she tapped the bottom of my hilt. I suddenly had a shrinking sensation. Not unpleasant, but not my most favored feeling. Closing my eyes, I waited for the ordeal to be over. When I opened my eyes, I was in the compressed shape of a hair pin.

Perfect.

Zoe seemed to think the same thing, for with a look of amazement in her eyes, she clipped me on her hair, looked at herself in the glittering surface of the pool, and smiled. As she went about the rest of her day, I just knew that I had found my first owner. We would fight together, and stick to each other no matter what would happen. All was good.

Of course, I spoke too soon. Little did I know, there would be many obstacles to overcome. It wouldn't just be monsters, either.

But at that moment, I knew what real contentment and bliss felt like. For someone to always have my back. I will never forget Zoe Nightshade.

I swear. An adjective is an author's best friend.

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