Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians all rights go to Rick Riordan

Prologue

location: New york

Time: 8:30 am

Ring...Ring...Ring the Boy jolted up from his sleep startled by the ringing of the phone he took a minute to gather himself unsure of why he even woke up. Ring...Ring, right that was why he got up hoping he doesn't make it in time so he can go right back to snooze-ville (population everyone who doesn't go to work on Sunday). Stretching his back out he looked around the floor for the pant's he wore the day before knowing his phone was in the pants.

Ring...Ring

"I'm coming hold your Horses...Ah ha gotcha" The boy pulled out a blue Iphone and frowned at the unknown number. "Hello?" nothing put pure silence "um...Hello? listen I don't have the patience for this so..."

"It's time."

"Damn"

Location:San Francisco

Time:5:32 am

The teenager sighed turning over restlessly in his bead his mind refusing to shut down. I probably should have token the sleeping pills. He shuddered at the very thought of not having supreme control of his body he sighed preparing to just forget sleep and go for a very early morning jog. Before he could contemplate on the idea any longer the sound of his cell phone ringing disturbed his thoughts.

He reached under his pillow and slid the phone open "Hello?"

"...it's time to come in."

Location:Tokyo Japan

Time:9:34 am Monday

he tried to walk quickly as possible with out drawing suspicious glances his heart was beating a mile a minute and his palms were clammy and sweaty. He ducked into and alleyway hoping to jerk his pursuers of his trail but stop short to see his path as blocked. The man was huge seven feet easily a dark trench coat covered his bulky frame a pair of black reflective frames hid his eyes and a hat completed the ensemble.

"give back the medallion Little boy and you won't get hurt"

The boy scoffed taking a step back on shaky legs "Yeah...I don't think so." he turned to make a mad dash put smacked right into another seven feet of terror this one not even having the decency to ask nicely. The teenager found himself lifted of the ground and brought up eye to eye with his assailant's fire red eyes.

"we asked nicely now it's time to..." he didn't get to finish what was suppose to be a horrifying threat the boy knew, before he was interrupted with the sound of heavy metal. It got quiet as the chorus of the song played repeatedly waiting to be answered. He flashed a sheepish grin to the man holding him and reached out for the phone.

"Whoever this is I'm kinda busy right now so make it quick before I die."

"It's Time."

The boy smirked reached into is back pocket and tossed the Medallion back.

Location: Miami Florida

Time: 8:36

She paced out her Breathing welcoming the familiar burn of running she looked at her watch knowing she was making good time. Running up the driveway to the house she was staying at she rounded the house to the back yard. She spotted her dad longing on a beach chair watching two kids splashing around in the the pool.

"I'm taking it they are enjoying the vacation." her father looked up at her putting his hands up to block it from the sun he looked at her and frowned. "I don't know why you persist with this grueling workout of yours." the girl rolled her eyes having this conversation already

"I told you it's a habit I got from camp anyway I'm starving gonna go eat something." with a quick kiss to her father's cheek she made her way to the glass screen doors. "oh before I forget the neighbors are coming over for dinner just a small gathering."The girl eyed her dad carefully "ohhhkay I'll find something appropriate to wear." her dad smiled "that's my proper lady."

She scoffed and headed inside making her way to the kitchen sitting at the island was a girl no more then ten. "good morning munchkin." the girl gave her a nod but didn't look up from the book she was reading. The teenager sighed and put a bagel in the toaster.

"oh hey your phone has been ringing nonstop you should check it.' the ten year old the comment still not looking up. the girl frowned and walked over to the island where sure enough she had 27 missed calls. She shrugged not recognizing the number at all "I don't know this number." She went back to her bagel drooling just at the scent of the cinnamon when her phone went off again.

"yellow?"

"It's Time."

The girl took her bagel