So this is my newest fanfic because I had this crazy pyscho idea.

I'll admit it, straight forward, I wasn't supposed to be in Mr. Brunner's room, but I had to hold his famed sword. Hey, I'm honest.

See, I'm Theia Moon, thirteen years old, and lets just say I'm not normal. See, if I have these freaky sun colored gold eyes, jet black hair with golden highlights all over, ripped up army

jacket, ripped up pants, gold converse and a gold T-shirt.

My best friend, Phoebe Alexis, isn't normal either. She has purplish blue eyes, honey blonde hair, pink folded up pants, purple converses, and a Death to Enemies T-shirt.

So we were ditching lunch for Mr. Brunner's room, we really wanted to talk to him.

We entered his red classroom that was messy from last period, where we had to cut out cardboard swords.

"Look, Phoebe, it's his sword!" I cried, pointing at the glass case, that held the bronze three foot sword.

"Theia, no!" Phoebe cried, her eyes burning with the fear as I opened the latch and the sword flew into my hand. It was well balanced, it's handle seemed to hug my fingers.

"Theia," trembled Phoebe. "I'm leaving!" What a wisecrack, sure she was trying to keep her record with A+ on every report card, which she wasn't succeeding on.

I shrugged. "Okay!" Phoebe dashed out the door. I looked around, the room was huge with desks in rows of four by six. There were posters of Greek mythology stories...

By the way, did I mention Mr. Brunner was my Latin teacher? Yeah, he is. He's this guy with gray hair, a red vest and a wheelchair. He thought I had "potential," which I guess I did, when I

wasn't procastinating. Yeah, well too bad.

My back was turned to the door, as I held the sword in my hands, savoring the feeling of having it in my power. Not a cardboard sword, a real bronze sword.

That, was until something happened, of course.

You know when you have the feeling something is behind you, and your about to die? Yeah, I had that feeling.

I whirled around, with the sword for no apparent reason, coming into contact with another sword. The impact nearly made me fall, but I held my ground. I looked at the kid, who dared try

to kill me, it was a boy with jet black hair, sea green eyes, a orange T-shirt, and jeans. He was about twenty five and his eyes had pure hatred in them, I have no clue why. I also had no

clue how he got into this school with a sword, considering that he was too old to be in the school.

His sword was four feet of wicked bronze as well. It seemed to snuggle with the guy's hand.

"Your father dared! He dared siren a child! You... Your a part of him!" He yelled and attacked. I counterattacked, as if I had done this before. Which by the way, I swear I never had. The kid

snarled something like 'exactly like him' and gave me a good gash on the arm. Anger blared in my brain and I gave him a good blow in the leg. Our swords locked again, each of us waiting

for the other to make a move. He twisted his sword blade and mine clattered to the ground. The guy raised his sword for a kill, I embraced for a random death. It was random, right?

"Percy no!" cried a voice way too recognizable.

"Mr. Brunner!" I cried happily. Mr. Brunner rolled in with Phoebe and dragged Percy away from me. He pinned Percy to the wall.

Percy's eyes ceased with anger.

"Chiron?"

Mr. Brunner looked at him kindly.

"You just met Theia Moon, Percy." Percy's jaw dropped.

"But she's the daughter of Kronos! I saw her she has gold eyes! She–" his voice faltered. Mr. Brunner patted him in the back.

"It is impossible. She just has a very special case." He turned toward me.

"Theia," he regarded me with pity. "I'm going to take you and Phoebe to a special camp, do you understand?" I nodded, my throat suddenly dry.

"Camp Half-Blood?" Percy asked, astonished. Mr. Brunner looked at him sadly.

"No, another camp. Only for children of her kind. She is half-blood, true. But a child of titan. We must take her to Camp Demititan." Percy's jaw dropped.

"Another camp? No! The Titans?! Annabeth knows, right?" Mr. Brunner sighed.

"Yes, she's been keeping tabs with them. That is the problem. The Great Prophecy is occurring, with the Titans. Prometheus and I... we are trying to find the ones of the prophecy. It is the Titans turn for a chance."

Phoebe, who was still for the few minutes, cried,

"Stop!" We all looked at her. She pointed at Percy and Mr. Brunner. "What is this?" she demanded. "Who are you people?"

Mr. Brunner sighed. "We should ask who you are. I shall guess Coeus... Titan of intelligence and wisdom may be your father... Look, Greek mythology is for real. The Titans and gods have

children and you're one of them..." He rose an eyebrow. She nodded.

"It makes sense. All those weird stuff... It make sense!" She laughed and started a crazy dance. "It makes sense!" she sang. I nodded, worried.

Mr. Brunner sighed and snapped his finger. A car appeared with a man in the front. The car was glowing gold and melted the paint from the walls.

"Hey, Lord Apollo. Can you drive them to the other camp?" Mr. Brunner asked. The man had blue eyes, a chititon, sandy blond hair, a playful grin, and sun glasses.

"Dude, these are the supposed new recruits? You know Zeus hates having new ones. But sure. Hop on, kiddos!" He looked at Percy. "Percy, you can retire from big prophecies, its the child

of Hyperion's turn." He winked at Mr. Brunner who laughed. Phoebe jumped on with me. Apollo started the engine.

Loved it? Hated it? Should I put up the next chapter?