Disclaimer: I just want to say, I do not own anything except for the character of Jillian Walker. In summary, it's the first Percy Jackson book, The Lightning Thief, with same characters, some of the same lines, however Jillian's character is incorperated in so it's a little different. Reviews are always welcome, except only constructive criticism please. If you're just going to hate, then please don't bother commenting. Thank you and enjoy :)

Son of Poseidon

Prologue:

Camp Half-Blood:

They're not your family Luke. They don't truly care. The voice rasped from the dark pit in front of him. He knew this dream, it's the same dream he has every night. He's standing in front of a dark pit, a hungry voice calling to him.

Bring me Zeus' bolt and together we'll destroy the gods. He could feel an invisible hand pulling him closer towards the pit, the force getting stronger against his back. It felt so real, this part always felt real. And then before he knew it, he was falling.

The scream startled her out of her sleep. Luke she thought jumping out of bed as fast as she could. She ran from the Apollo cabin to see an assortment of kids in the field, all with puzzled looks on their faces. Much to her dismay, the Herme's cabin had no one around it and she could see Mr. D slowly walking down the hill. It is Luke she sighed running towards the cabin while more kids came outside. She got to the cabin and banged on the wooden door, the rusted brass 11 falling on the ground next to her.
"Luke!" She yelled, starting to bang on the door. The door opened for her to see the Stoll twins. "Where is he?" she asked pushing through them.
"He's fine now Jill." Travis Stoll said pointing to the corner of the room where a limp figure was sitting on one of the many bunkbeds. Pulling her cardigan around her, she walked over to sit next to him. He kept his head in his hands as she awkwardly placed her hand on his shoulder.

They sat in silence, while the rest of the Herme's cabin went back to their beds and sleeping bags. Say something Jillian she thought to herself as she rubbed his shoulder. Before she could, Luke lifted his head and looked at her. His blue eyes stared into her hazel ones and she could tell he was struggling to find the words to say.

"How many were out there?" he sighed gesturing his head towards the door. He knew people would have heard the screaming, everybody does.

"Less people than usual.. so it's getting better babe. Lee followed me out and we were the only people from Apollo, and Beckondorf was outside, some of the Aphrodite girls and well, Annabeth was but when she saw me she just turned around and went back to her cabin..."
"Don't worry about Annabeth. I think she's just bothered because she's like my younger sister and there's never been another girl in my life more important than her." Luke said grabbing her hand and smiling. Another fake smile...

"I guess.." she sighed. "So tell me, what is in Luke Castellan's dreams that scares him every night?"
Luke's face dropped. "I don't want to talk about Jill, you know that."

"I know Luke, I just don't -"
"Need to know Jillian. Just leave it, it doesn't matter." Before she could respond there was a knock on the door. Luke sighed as he got up to open the door and Mr. D entered.
"Who wants to tell me what's going on in this cabin?" He asked glancing over at Jillian sitting on the bed. "Ah, Miss Walker, I believe now would be the best time for you to return to the Apollo cabin. If I am correct, your cabin is on strawberry picking tomorrow."
"Right..." She said standing up from the bed. Stepping over the Herme's kids she smiled, "Wouldn't want to be tired when picking strawberries. It "covers our expenses" right?"

"Exactly, so out. Besides I need to talk to Luke in private." Mr. D replied. She could tell he wanted to talk about the screaming, maybe he'd tell Mr. D his dreams..

"Night Jill!" Luke called after her. She lifted her hand in response and turned back towards her solid gold cabin. He doesn't need to tell me if something's bothering him.. it's not like I'm his girlfriend - oh wait. I am.

Meanwhile..

New York:

Tomorrow's the big day!I thought, finally a field trip so I can get away from Yancy! My name is Percy Jackson and I'm sixteen years old I go to possibly the worst school in New York, which is Yancy Academy, and it's for troubled kids. Am I a troubled kid? Well if having ADHD and dyslexia makes you troubled, then yes, I am a troubled kid. If bad things happening to you all the time and you can't control it makes you a troubled kid, then I am definitely a troubled kid. But I am determined to make tomorrow a good day, free of mistakes and decently enjoyable. It's for my Latin class, which means Mr. Brunner is leading it and since he is the only teacher at Yancy who is cool, I am determined not to mess up. I mean, all we're doing is going to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to look at ancient Greek and Roman stuff, how bad is anything going to be?