I do not own the Percy Jackson series! This is just fan fiction!

Darkness Before The Light Ch. 1

I was running down a long dark hallway unable to see holding my arms infront of me. My leg was in a improvised splint wrapped in an old cloth covered in dried blood. I heard the roar of a monster barreling down the passage behind me. I tripped and fell down a five foot cliff onto my good arm. I could feel the snap of the bone, pain surged from the new wound.

"Well... well... well." A woman's voice slithered around the cavern. "Look what the monsters dragged in... A little sliver of moonlight in a pit of darkness." The voice was beautiful in a scary sort of way like the sound of a blade being sharpened.

The sound of robes being dragged behind someone filled the dark space. The noise stopped just before a small beme of light.

"And like all light... It must be snuffed out!" I heard a rasp of metal on leather and saw the glint of a bronze metal blade as the axe came down twords my head. "Goodbye Johanna Jones!"

I woke with a start the fear still coursing through me. I was drenched in a cold sweat the blankets thrown on the floor, and my hair and pajamas out of place and rumpled. I sat up in bed and felt my pulse on my neck. I breathed. As soon as my pulse slowed I stood up in my small dark room and straitened my pajamas and opened my bedroom door.

I looked down the hall at my dads study. He was peering at the night sky through his nice work telescope and taking notes on a chart. I head down the hall twords him and turn right into our small broken down kitchen. I fill the teapot with water and set it on a burner on the stove. I sit down on a stool waiting for the scratching of the pot.

I hear the water start to boil and take out a mug and a tea bag, I set the tea bag in the mug. The pot starts scratching and stops as I take it off the stove, I fill my mug with water and move the tea bag around with a toothpick watching the flavor seap from the tea bag to calm myself down from the nightmare. My dad comes into the kitchen and sees me. He walks over and hugs me, then Neal's down infront of the stool I'm sitting on.

"Jojo. Another nightmare?" He says, a look of concern in his deep brown eyes. His wire frame glasses sitting crooked on his nose that was also crooked from the numerous times he had broken it.

"The worst one yet..." I say gazeing at him with the silver eyes of mine. He hugs me again.

"It will get better" he says as he kisses my cheek and leaves the kitchen returning a second later with the white battered stuffed lamb I have cherished my whole life. He wound up the music box and the metallic sounding tune started playing. He hands it to me and kisses my forehead. "I love you Jojo" he says and heads up the stairs to his bedroom. The light upstairs clicks off and I'm left in the dimly lit kitchen alone with my tea. I drink my tea and head back to my room and lay back down and try to get some sleep. I have a fun day planned for tomorrow.

I wake to the sound of the blaring alarm comeing from my ITouch.

I groan and flop my arm on top of it to turn it off. It dosent work. I groan again and sit up and pick up the noisy electronic. I turn it off and flop back down face first in the pillow. I fall back asleep. Five minutes another blaring alarm sounds from it and I turn it off, and throw it across the room and do the same thing holding a pillow over my head. The third and final alarm sounds and I decide resistance was futile, there was no escaping the evil alarm.

I get up and grab a change of cloths and a towel. I stumble over to the bathroom and start the shower. As I wash my hair I think about my most recent nightmare. Knowing that I had to talk to my best friend Emma about it. Emma always knows what to do.

I get out of the shower and dry off. I pull on a black tank top and a black fall out boy bro tank over it. I slip on my skinny genes and black vans and put my auburn hair up into a towel.

I look at the pale freckled face in the mirror. A few blackheads visible on my nose. I scowl. I hate being a teenager.i take my hair out of the towel and brush through it. I realize my cloths are getting soaked my the hair that goes halfway down my back so I dry it. I put my hair up into a ponytail letting some of it fall infront of my face forming bangs.i brush them out of my face and exit the bathroom.

I walk into my small pink bedroom. I grab my navy blue bag and shove my phone wallet and tickets into it. I run out of my bedroom and down the hall. I grab my black leather jaket off the peg.

"See ya later dad!" I shout and I sprint out the door. I run down the block turning a few times. I end up infront of the bus stop. I look at my iPod screen and see the time. 10:03 Saturday August 28th. 'Great I'm early for the bus!' I think and I sit down on the blue bench.

I fold my jaket over my arm and look at the sky. It was bright blue and sunny, not a cloud in the sky. 'Thats not going to last long' I think in my pessimistic portlander mind. Go figure. When it's finally nice weather in Portland all of us can't help but think about how soon it will end.

I look down the street in the opposite direction I came from and grin.

"Hay Emma!" I shout my friend comeing down the sidewalk twords me. She has a tight blue tee shirt with Emma written on it in cursive, light blue jean shorts, pink flip flops, black sunglasses on, and her brownish blonde hair is perfectly strait comeing just past her shoulders.

"Hay Jo!" She says smiling and removing the dark sunglasses revealing her stormy gray eyes. "Ready for the movie?" She smiles broader

"Hell yes! It's going to be awesome!" Say louder. I have a habit of being louder than nessessary. Just then the bus pulls up and we show our bus driver our passes. I smile at her and we take our seats at the back of the bus.

I didn't even notice the strange woman at the front of the bus, because after all... It's Portland, land of the weirdos.