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My very first Percy Jackson story. YAY!

So I must add that I own absolutely nothing. My disclaimer obviously.

I'm letting my friend borrow the books, so all I have to get the information for this is Percy Jackson Wikia and the Demigod Files. So, if I messed up on some things, please forgive me, my friends are very slow readers. Yes, this is an OC character, but I swear, this will get interesting. I've got a whole plot in mind and everything, so please, bear with me. This is supposed to be after tTC but before tBotL, yes people, this is early on in the series. Although, it would be beneficial if you read tBotL, so you can understand it. This is also my first time ever writing in first person, which is why I added a section in third person, so you'll know what my writing style is like in that tense. I tried to add humor in here, but the next chapter has a lot more humorous innuendos than this one, (I should know, I'm almost done with the second one.) So now, without further ado, I present;

Danger is My Middle Name

My Day Just Got Worse

"What do you want?" said an irritable son of Hermes. He slid his finger across the sarcophagus and narrowed his eyes at the dust that was collected. Turning on his heel, Luke went to the door of his private quarters, and wrenched it open. Furious by his previous findings of dirt on the sacred sarcophagus of Kronos, Luke Castellan advanced on the newly established intern. "You have the nerve to interrupt me while I was pacing?" As far as every other monster knew on the Princess Andromeda, it was always best to never disturb Luke ever. He became very temperamental lately. Especially towards the poor ugly bear twins Agrius and Oreius; claiming they were incompetent at everything they did, which was no doubt absolutely true.

Luke continued to seethe as he rubbed his index finger and thumb together, showering his plush rug with bits of dust. A twitch began to form below his right blue eye as he filed through his thoughts; while Ethan Nakamura stood there, trying not to show his confusion. What would He do if He found out there was filth on his sarcophagus? What would happen to Backbiter? But most importantly, what would he do with me? Ethan coughed quietly which happened to snap Luke out of his trance. "Well, would you care to explain to me how this catastrophe happened? How the hell did that sarcophagus get dirty?" he nearly screamed at Ethan. Ethan tried so hard not to burst out laughing. The 'bossman' was having a nervous breakdown over some dust? Wait till he told that Empousa, Kelli, with her recent obsession over Luke.

"I'm not a custodian, nor have I studied in that field. I'm hear to bring you some news. Perhaps you should ask the bear twins for help," he fiddled with his eye patch as he tried, with some difficulty, to withhold a smile.

"They're incompetence will not be tolerated!" snapped Luke. He turned around suddenly to massage the middle of his chest, the spot where Thalia pointed her sword at him, and pushed him off the cliff. He sighed and composed himself, the intern was getting the best of him. He had to calm down. "Let me see your papers, newbie," restoring some air of authority, Luke snatched the synopsis of Ethan Nakamura's life and read it quickly. Born in Colorado, grew up in Denver, son of... "Nemesis is your mother?"

"Unfortunately," Ethan spat. He stroked his eye patch gently and grew angry by the past family reunion with that particular goddess.

"We all share a common hatred my friend," said Luke, appearing much more warmer than before. "That's why you are here." Luke read on about Ethan's time in Camp Half-Blood, he ran away, stumbled upon Kronos's army, and so on. Luke looked him over once more. A mysterious child and a dark past, a bit misunderstood, but as vengeful as his mother. A perfect form of bait. Luke thought. Wait till Percy Jackson meets this fellow.

"So terribly sorry if I seemed to have offended you before. Things have been quite stressful lately, and these sea air fumes are getting to me a bit. Now, what was it that you wanted to tell me?" He gave a sick smile as Ethan raised an eyebrow, but continued.

"We've just received information from our spy at Camp Half-Blood. Another quest has been given a week ago, and five demigods are on there way to Ohio."

"This is all very exciting, Ethan. But do you expect me to turn this ship around to fetch five demigods in the state of cows? I expect some of the other creatures around that area will either kill or capture them, then bring them to us. What's the rush?"

"Well, sir, as you might be somewhat interested, Percy Jackson is one of them. But, he is not the main demigod we are after." Ethan took out some more papers from the inside of his jacket and handed them to Luke. "She could, in a sense, get rid of our little problem for us. She's naturally unstable, and she can be controlled. Her name is Gwendolyn Clemens," the way he said her name had caught Luke's attention. It was as if her name was a delicate piece of china, and the only way to handle it was to hold it with care and caress its elegance. Luke raised an eyebrow, but moved on.

Her papers were accompanied by a picture. It was of a thirteen year old girl and her mother, but photo was two years older than the date it was taken. They were both out in the garden, the mother wearing a blue bandana, red working gloves, worn jeans with holes at the knees, and a tank top. The child in overalls, a long-sleeved shirt, half-shin high orange boots, and green gloves. The mother had dark brown hair and deep blue eyes, a brilliant smile and a slightly curved up nose. The daughter had thick shoulder length hair that was completely golden brown (Camp Half-Blood's favorite way to roast marshmallows [Luke sneered at the thought]). Her eyes were blue, just liker her mothers, and her smile almost identical, her nose came down at a slant. She was no child of Aphrodite, anyone could figure that much. She had small lips and freckles splashed across her thin face. Her alarmingly skinny arms stayed in proportion with her anorexic-like structure. She had dirt smeared over her face, which reminded Luke of the first problem he had ten minutes ago. He looked at her information and was a bit surprised at what he found.

"We've already ransacked the house a month ago?"

"You signed off on it, sir," Ethan complied. Looking over at her picture again.

Luke's eyes darted from Ethan's face to the picture and back again. "Go ahead, look at the picture Ethan, you think she's pretty?" Ethan took a step back and narrowed his eyes at him.

"Of course not! She's just a demigod that will help us win this war!" But even as he said this, he couldn't stop himself from blushing.

"That better be it, Nakamura," Luke absentmindedly threatened, "Because, when I find out that might not be your actual point of view on that subject," his voice barely above a whisper, "Well, let's just say that the bear twins won't be the only ones wishing they were never born." Luke ruffled through the sheets, unaffected by his own injustice.

"Huh, it says here that she also grew up in Denver, huh, what a coincidence,"giving the newbie yet another thing to think about, Luke read on, already feeling the levels of paranoia and suspicion increasing by each passing second while in the intern's presence.

Going past line after line, Luke nearly gasped in shock. He grinned greedily as he found that his prayers to Kronos were finally answered. "This is extraordinary! My work has finally paid off. I cannot believe her father is-"

"-SIR!" Argius and Oreius broke down the door and evaporated Luke's happy moment of victory over the future defeat of Percy Jackson. His twitch returned as he squinted at both of them.

"What the hell is it?" he yelled, he was quite fond of doing that lately.

"Sorry to disturb you, sir," said Argius, carelessly swinging his club as he gave the urgent news. "But we've just got information via Iris messaging from our brother clan," he stopped.

Luke was about ready to swing Backbiter around and decapitate this monster. He would at least have some peace and quite for a month or two anyway. "Well? What's the news!"

"They say some centaurs are stirring a rebellion in Toledo. And they're the smart ones. Probably friends of Chiron," Oreius finished as he waited for orders.

Luke thought about this for a moment. "Toledo, Ohio?" He asked. They both nodded. Luke walked over and sat in a blue chintz chair, thinking. "Ethan, looks like we'll be meeting these demigods after all," he whispered. Luke stood up with a newfound determination, maybe he'll make it up to Kronos after all, and he won't be having dreams about giant dustballs chasing him anytime soon. "Argius, untie our recent prisoner and bring her up here at once, we'll need all the information we can get. Oreius, go get Dr. Thorn! And Ethan, tell the captain to change course. We're heading to Ohio."

Water water everywhere, nor any drop to drink. Why that particular line decided to come to me, I'll never know. Above all, Rime of the Ancient Mariner, as I remember it, was twenty pages of pure horror. Frankly, instead of seeing the 'obviously placed iambic pentameter,' everything was just jumbled, and I couldn't care less. But, when the moment came, I just wasn't going to admit that I had trouble reading old english literature in front of forty students and a teacher. So when asked to read that line, I gave it my best shot.

"Martyr martyr everyplace, yet not any blood to spill," I winced as I acknowledged my own failed attempt. Many in the classroom snickered, as I continued to glare at Ms. Droll, the stout, wrinkly woman with white hair.

"Wrong again, Clemens. How can I teach you anything if you're so unwilling to read?" She moved on to the next student to read. There's no cure for dyslexia, dumbass.

Why this memory tied in with my unconsciousness? No clue. It must have some symbolism somewhere, according to english teachers who find joy in dissecting every single fricken' line of a poem or every chapter of a book. Nope, just out of context flashbacks wanting to make themselves known, oh, here comes another one:

Bubbles released noiselessly from the lips of a boy. The tousled highlights of his hair waved ghostly in the silent waters, shimmering holily in the faint streams of sunlight. The innocent sleeping boy drifted slowly into the darkness, the abyss eagerly waiting for his arrival. Where was I? Being reeled in like a fish, vibrating the sea water was I drew nearer to the surface. Screaming inaudible words, of course the boy didn't hear me. Why should I be hopeful in imagining his blue eyes opening when science told me that sound traveled slower in water?

Water sucks.

My head suddenly ached with dizziness, while my torso wanted to scream from the excruciating burns it sustained. I groaned and opened my eyes, big mistake. I was nearly blinded by my own stupidity, lovely.

"Don't try to get up, you've got some pretty heavy injuries. You'll be back to normal by tomorrow, drink this." The words gave me thousands of things to think about. And what was I being feed? It could've been poison for all I knew. Squinting my eyes, I saw four swirling images of what seemed to be an imbalanced smile. Taking a risk, I obliged in drinking whatever it was he wanted me to drink. Resting my eyes, I went back to sleep.

Doing these simple actions had given me one of those empty feelings. The feeling you get when you know you're not in your own bed, and that it takes you a few seconds to realize where you really are. The question was, where was I? Was I finally here?

Last night events came back in a shock and confirmed my theory that I definitely was here. For some reason I couldn't explain, I knew for a fact that I fought a dragon last night, failed yes, but fought one nevertheless.

Now, if someone had told me a week ago that I would've been fighting a mythical dragon with nothing but a makeshift bow and bronze colored arrows, I would've escorted that person to the nearest mental institution. But now, it didn't seem that far from reality. The smell of burning hair filled my lungs, then I realized that it was my own. The dragon snarled, apparently furious that I had decided to climb up the hill to escape a very angry hound the size of a minivan. The fire in front of me was just as real and deadly as the vicious growls and thunderous bangs that came from the hound behind me. An arrow soared through the night air to hit the rough scaly skin of the dragon, no effect. Bang! Bang! Bang! Went the dog hitting a wall that wasn't there.

Two more shots, one skinned the dragon's side, while the other one broke when it hit his knee; both unsuccessful. The hound growled once more, I had enough. "Won't you just shut up?" I screamed at the monster behind me. Maybe it was just me, but I could've sworn I thought I heard the dog whimper. Turning around to face the threat at hand, I realized I hadn't been paying much attention to it, because of that damn dog. A breath of fire came hurling at me. I rolled down the hill, getting closer to the dragon. I looked down at my arms to see that the hairs had been singed off. The reptilian roared and blasted another fireball. I wasn't so quick to dodge. The beast swiped at me and I went flying, and then something about strawberries...

I woke up again and was given more of that liquid. This happened several more times until I woke up alone. No one was around, and I was able to prop myself up on my elbows. It seemed as though I was in an infirmary. Outside I heard voices speaking so softly I had to concentrate in order to distinguish a few words.

"I can't believe she survived the dragon at all, if Beckendorf hadn't found her..." said a very familiar voice, he sounded unsure and very insecure.

"... She would've died, I know Felix, don't remind me. Peleus knocked her straight into the strawberry fields. I can't believe she was strong enough to survive the night heavily wounded," said a more than concerned voice. He sounded old, wise, troubled.

"What I can't believe is how both of you are fussing so much about this. Yeah, she almost died, but she's not dead is she? Just another hero who got into a messy situation and is paying for it. Serves her right for trying to go after Peleus. Doesn't surprise me," said another male voice. His response sounded the most casual, and the most bored.

"Yes, because running from a Hellhound and being forced to fight a dragon to survive was most definitely her fault," said Felix sarcastically.

"I'm glad you see my logic. Now, if you'll excuse me, there are naughty campers I have to attend to, they'll make lovely pine trees. I suggest you make your introductions, considering she's already awake," the bored one left almost happily as the other two ran to the door.

I held my head in my right hand as the striking blond busted into the room looking extremely awkward. "Well, err, good morning?" He gave a crooked smile, and I knew instantly that this had to be Felix. He tried to play it cool; trying to reduce the noise he had just made and seem as though everything was alright, but failed terribly as a man in a wheelchair bumped into him from behind. Instead of falling flat on his face, Felix jumped forward, slipped, but grabbed a nearby shelf that was nailed into the wall so he could give room for the man to wheel in. This did seem a bit effective, and it was no doubt a hell of a way to make an entrance. I stifled a chuckle as Felix turned towards me and winked. This camp was entertaining already.

"Good morning, indeed," said the man in the chair as he rolled toward the side of my bed. "I trust you had a good recovery. We were all very worried about you, quite a scare you gave us. You're the first demigod in ages to make it to Camp Half-Blood alive and on your own. I applaud your ingenuity, a Hellhound cannot cross the border, but fighting a dragon seemed a bit foolish. I hope you won't be pulling any more stunts like that anytime soon," he chastised. I glowed red with embarrassment, like Felix said before, it wasn't my fault all of this happened; you just do what you do to survive.

"I don't think everyone was worried about me, especially the man you were talking to before," I said, trying to get up from the bed, but was restrained by Felix.

"You're not in any shape to get up yet, rest a bit," he suggested. I stared at him and gave him a look. I quickly pushed his arms away, which surprisingly wasn't that difficult, even though he seemed to have a lot of lean muscle. I jumped up from the bed, which probably wasn't the best idea, but I didn't fall over either. Felix righted my shoulders while fixing a stare behind me; he was pissed because I hadn't followed his orders, I was pissed because I almost got barbecued by a dragon. Get over it.

"See, fit as a fiddle," I tried to make light of the situation, even if it didn't seem to work.

"Yes, how peculiar," said the man in the wheelchair as he raised an eyebrow. "As for the man we were talking to, that was Mr. D. the camp director. I'm Chiron, Director of Camp Activities. And this is Felix Darrow, the one who healed you back to health." I stared at him, a bit confused. From what I've already seen of Felix, he almost tumbled right into the syringes. Knowing that I made a miraculous recovery because of him, well, come on, he's, what, a seventeen year old medicine prodigy? Don't think so. Chiron waited expectedly for something until I caught on that we were introducing ourselves.

"I'm Gwen Clemens. Sorry, I'm having trouble... adjusting" I admitted. Chiron raised an eyebrow and looked concerned.

Felix came around to stare at me, checking my eyes professionally, as if inspecting if my pupils signaled the hallucinogen drug kind, "You do know where you are I hope," it wasn't a question, just a matter of fact statement pointing out the obvious.

"Camp Half-Blood?" I asked hopefully, because if it wasn't, well, shit.

"Precisely," chimed Chiron, rolling over to inspect me at eye-gut level. It was awkward looking down at the man, who was curious with age, I almost made myself sit down so as to not look at him from such an arrogant level. "An asylum," it took me a few seconds to remember it's other meaning and nodded thoughtfully. "Pardon my questioning, but I'd like to know how you got here. It's been years since campers and satyrs have come here," his eyes flashed, "... unscathed."

"Um," oh, just how to word this, "by a treasure map," they looked at me as though I were completely insane, which, I don't know, I could be. Did Chiron just say satyr? Wasn't that half human half donkey? I wonder if Felix had found my pupils up to his quarantined standards.

"Elaborate..." Chiron continued, as if thriving for my description. For a cripple, he was quite intimidating

"Well, after a family feud, a discovery of a map, a week of monsters, direction ignorant cab drivers, and the whole thrill of being chased, I'm here," I explained vaguely, I honestly didn't want to get into it now, so I pulled out yellowed paper from my back pocket and handed it to Felix, who handed to Chiron, who analyzed it passionately.

"X marks the spot..." Felix quoted, trailing the dotted line across the US till the X reached Manhattan with his finger. "And, you found this map how...?"

"Perhaps another time Felix, this camper needs her rest, let us give her some peace," reluctantly, the blond nodded and walked to the door to open it for Chiron, who was about to wheel away before my curiosity got the best of me.

"Um, just wondering, why is this place called Camp Half-Blood?" I asked, returning to the bed to get another good rest before exploring.

Chiron turned around and gave a quirked smile, which threw me off guard. You just don't expect it from a wise old man. Felix snickered and smiled lopsidedly.

"Oh, no reason,"Felix said just as Chiron lifted himself from his chair and walked out the door using all six limbs.

Yep, no way I was going to get a good night's rest for a while...

End of chapter one!

PLEASE Review! I beg for it, good and bad, I don't care, I just want it! Haha, I'm being just a bit overdramatic today. Forgive my first person writing, it's been a while, and I really hope that it's at least decent. So about the story... Yep, two OC's, and there will be more, but I am not the type of person to dominate the whole story with OC's, unless I could pull it off. I hope I did a good interpretation of Luke, but for some reason, him freaking out over a spec of dust just seemed hysterical to me, I just couldn't resist :) And I introduced Ethan before he even met Percy, which was in tBotL. I'll explain this later Oh, and a little fact, when I was in ninth grade, I was forced to read Rime of the Ancient Mariner. Worst thing of my life, but somehow, I saw it fit to refer to it in my first chapter. So this means that I really hated that poem, it was twenty pages long! That's the abridged version, the real version is one hundred pages long. So, Gwen is starting to get the hang of unnatural danger everyday; however, that is normal, considering that danger is her middle name. Even though it isn't! I just realize that Percy doesn't have a middle name. WHAT! We must inform Rick Riordan immediately. PERCY NEEDS A MIDDLE NAME! Anywho, please write and review, suggest to friends, criticize it, love it, read it again, review it again! And keep writing and reading fellow FanFictioners!

-Jinx