'Here I am, running for my life… again.' Thought the nine year old daughter of Zeus as she and her three companions ran along the coast of Long Island. 'I'm sick of looking for this "camp" that Goat Boy keeps talking about but can never find!'

"It's somewhere here along the coast, so if we keep running, we'll find it eventually."

"How's that plan working Goat Boy?! We are running from an ARMY of monsters!" Thalia shouted back at Grover. 'I'm sick of this running, I'm sick of being hunted!' She mentally screamed.

The four reached a clearing and as Grover shouted "Yes! We made it, it's just over this hill!" the youngest of the group, Annabeth, twisted her ankle and crumpled to the ground.

"ANNABETH!"

It was then that Thalia made her decision. "You guys take Annnabeth and run, I'll hold them off."

"But Thalia, don't you know what you are up against? You'll d-"

"I KNOW EXACTLY what I'm up against Luke! All the Furies, an army of hellhounds, and one very angry Cyclops are about to attack, we all know they are after me, and we won't be able to make it all the way up the hill so you better make sure my death is worth it!" Thalia screamed as tears ran down her face. "Take care of her, Luke." She said as she hugged her friend for the last time.

She leaned down to the little girl she had taken under her wing, "Annabeth, I need you to grow up to be big and strong, I need you to remember what I've taught you and always remember that I love you, and that I'm sorry I can't be there for you anymore."

"..T..Thalia…" was all she could choke out as she broke down and cried.

While Grover and Luke carried the screaming girl up the hill, the monsters closed in on the daughter of Zeus. Thalia could still hear Annabeth's screams even as the girl was carried over the hill. "Thalia! Thalia NO! Don't please no! THALIA!"

"I'm sorry..." Thalia whispered as she wiped the tears from her face before charging into the monsters that had surrounded her.

Annabeth had just managed to hobble/drag her way back up the hill, only to see that as the dying Thalia was turned into a tree, the Cyclops swung its club at the base of said tree and the battered motionless body of Thalia was flung far off into the nearby ocean where she sank to the bottom.

The young daughter of Athena collapsed and cried her heart out, not even caring to notice that the now fully-formed tree was keeping the horde of monsters at bay.

Just a little ways south, at Montauk, the Greek god Poseidon was having a particularly good day: he was able to watch his demigod son and the boy's mother play at the same beach where he met her.

Even though he could not let them see him or go up and embrace them no matter how much he wanted to, it still warmed his heart to see how they were doing and that they were having fun together.

With a wistful sigh, he turned around and was about to travel back to Atlantis when he felt something strange enter his domain not too far away.

As he neared the spot he recognized the "something" as being a child of Zeus, and when he had reached the spot he shouted, "You DARE to enter MY domain foolish child of Zeus?"

When he got no reply he looked again and realized that the child of Zeus was a dying nine year old girl, he was at the border of camp half-blood, there was a massive army of the underworld and a few crying half-bloods on the hill. Due to her being unconscious and in such a weak state, he was able to look at and piece together a few of her last memories.

"What a brave little girl you are… be thankful that I am more forgiving than your father and our brother, and that I am in a particularly good mood today." Poseidon said as he stopped her bleeding and poured some nectar down her throat. He then flashed them to an island so the girl would be able to breathe but where she could not be sensed by the other gods.

She began to sputter out water and then woke with a huge gasp as she shot upright. When her breathing had slowed and she took a look around she noticed three things: one, she wasn't dead; two, she was nowhere close to where she was when she almost died; and three, there was a strange man who looked like a fisherman or sailor and radiated an aura of power.

"whaaa... who are-"

"I am Poseidon, god of the Seas. I mean you no harm, as I have seen the selflessness you have shown today, it is also why you are alive right now." he said as he handed Thalia a square of ambrosia. "I happen to be having a very good day and when you were flung into my domain… well let's just say that you are lucky that I am not like my brothers."

"Thank you Lord Poseidon, but what should I do now?"

"I told you about my son, I fear that he will face the same hardships you have, and one of you has the great prophecy and all of western civilization resting on your shoulders; however, I hope to lessen that load by having it carried by two." Poseidon explained, "I am now taking you to a place that will slow down your aging, and when you and Percy are the same age, I will return to take you out."

"Wait! Who is Percy?!" Thalia shouted out, but by that time Poseidon was gone and she began to notice her surroundings.

What the… a casino? I can't even gamble! It was then that she noticed a card in her pocket. As she pulled the room key card, a note fell out as well: everything is free with this card. Poseidon. She looked from the keycard to the note. Well, better make the most of it, I'm going to a nice bed and then getting roomservice.

AN:

This idea has been floating in my head for quite a while now.

I have to ask you all to give me events from the childhoods of Percy and Thalia after they meet because I know where the story is going, but I need little ideas for things to do in between when they meet and the beginning of The Lightning Thief. For example, when they go to an amusement park, or when Percy forces Thalia to buy new clothes. Things like that.

I hope to maybe get a Thalia and Percy pairing eventually, but that won't be happening until a long way into the sequel.

PLEASE REVIEW! No matter how long it has been since an update I will check all reviews. The reviews, suggestions, and ideas are what fuel my writing! It may be weeks before I post a new chapter but every review, PM, of other form of communication makes the writing a lot easier and faster. Although constructive criticism is appreciated, don't ramble on about how I made the same grammar mistake over and over, just tell me once and give an example; I get enough nagging about my grammar from my professors.