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I woke up in the middle the forest. My name is Percy.

That was all I could think of.

Now, before you all go on and laugh at me, I am completely serious. That really was all I could remember, and for those still laughing, it's actually quite nerve racking when those are the only two sentences I could think of when some weird kid dressed up in old breastplates and armor (much more realistic than the Halloween kind) is pointing a very pointy spear at you, demanding, "Who are you? How did you come here? Where did you come from?"

In fact, it's so intimidating, I almost forgot those two sentences.

"My name is Percy. Where am I?"

I started to get up.

"Get down stranger!" The armored person lunged the spear to my chest, nearly poking my shirt.

I figured I could do many things in this situation. I could plead for my life not to be killed in some unknown world not even knowing how old I was, or I could run.

Unfortunately, it seemed that run wasn't going through my head then.

I smacked the spear with my hand with surprising strength. The warrior must have been surprised to, for he/she jumped back. Out of pure reaction, I knew what to do. I grabbed a pen out of my pocket. The warrior snorted. "What, you're going to draw on me?"

I felt stupid, holding out the pen like that. But the warrior was running up towards me, and I had no time to think.

I uncapped the pen.

Except it wasn't a pen anymore.

A sword countered the spear expertly.

"What?" The warrior seemed in shock, but it kept moving. A fake, and a stab went to my chest, barely slashing me.

I was shocked. This person must be good to even touch me. Wait, why was I thinking that? Recoiling, I backed up, only to fall into the river. Feeling like a klutz, a sudden wave of Daja Vu overcame me. I felt powerful, like I could topple over anything, even death.

The warrior must have noticed, because she took of her helmet. Her black hair was chopped off, as if anything that would get in the way would be useless, and her dark ruby eyes pierced through me, thinking of billions of ways to kill me. She looked like only now she was getting serious.

"In SPQR, it is customary for us to give our names in a one to one battle amongst demigods. I am Gwendolyn, daughter of Mars. My spear, Oprimo, will obliverate you."

My first thought was Mars? Like the planet? Second was what kind of place has names like Gen-doll-in, demigod, and SPQR? But apparently, my mouth seemed to know.

"I am Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, wielder of Riptide, savior of Olympius."

The girl grinned. "Excellent. That makes the two of us."