Author's Note: So here's the first chapter. Just so you know, this takes place after the Heroes of Olympus series and during The Order of the Phoenix,

Percy

Percy Jackson dashed through the forest of Camp Half-Blood, feeling completely and utterly defeated. He had been up against Kronos, Gaea, endless monsters, gods, he'd even fell into Tartarus, yet he couldn't find a stupid flag. He figured if Annabeth were by his side, she would be rolling her eyes at his Hero of Olympus was upset over a game of capture the flag.

Then again, it had been Annabeth herself who had separated Percy from the rest of the group, so she must've had a plan. With a dark sense of humor, Percy realized that plans were what usually almost got him killed. Then again, his plan was almost always just to wing it.

Was Percy being childish? Definitely. Would he admit? Absolutely. Would he deny around others though? Without a doubt..Percy was snapped out of his thoughts as soon as he heard a twig snap. His eyes darted around as he held up Riptide, which cast off a soft golden glow. He could have sworn he heard quiet breathing when...

BAM!

Clarisse had knocked into Percy with such force, it sent him stumbling backwards into a tree. His head throbbed and black spots invaded in vision, but he had forced himself to blink them away. In the mean time, the daughter of Ares could be seen a few yards away, evidently brushing dirt off her clothes.

"You alright there Jackson?" Clarisse snorted. "Wouldn't want any more brain damage."

Percy rolled his eyes sarcastically, "Coming from you, I'm not sure whether to be offended or amused. So before I burst, can you tell me what you want Bathroom Queen?"

"Hilarious prissy," Clarisse grumbled. "Anyways, we need defense, by the lake. We're moving in for the flag."

Percy, at that moment, looked like a fish out of water- No pun intended. The flag had been by the lake, and he had been wandering around the forest for the past half hour. He now felt like the most stupid person to walk the Earth. Of course Annabeth, or anyone else for that matter, would declare it true.

As Percy sprinted towards the lake, he became aware of the clashing metals sounds. The footsteps however seemed to grow more distant, but he could only assume that he had out run the other team members. Stopping to check wasn't really an option at the moment. However, he didn't feel very reassured as he burst through the foliage, only to find himself in an empty clearing.

A moment too soon, realization dawned upon the son of Poseidon's face. It was a trap. Percy cursed to himself in Greek, as he focused on the heavily armored figures crashing onto the scene. Were they on his team though? No. Of course not. Sighing to himself, Percy raised his sword, and waited for the first person to strike.

A guy, yielding a bronze sword, barreled towards Percy and slashed at his chest. Percy intercepted the strike solely by reflex, and pushed against the other guy's blade with all of his strength. The guy pushed back, but it wasn't enough as Percy suddenly unlocked their blades and brought the hilt down upon his head, causing the guy to fall into unconsciousness.

He shrugged and waited for his next opponent, but the campers seemed a little reluctant to attack, for a good reason. Deciding not to wait, he continued sprinting, but several other campers pursued him. It also didn't help that archers, mostly from the Apollo cabin, sat waiting in trees. Percy supposed that he would just have to attempt to out run the people following him. Easier said than done.

By the time Percy neared the lake, he was sweating, and had several scrapes and bruises on his arms and legs. This wasn't exactly pleasant, but he had to admit he was grateful to be there already. The fighting was settling down, and he could see Annabeth gesturing for him to grab the flag. Unsure of how to go about this, Percy sprinted full speed ahead and swiped the flag.

Percy dashed as fast as he could towards the boundaries, suddenly wishing he had planned this out, since he was nearly surrounded. He froze, but suddenly smirked, getting an idea that just might work. On the other hand, it was completely stupid and he would pay drastically for it. Before Percy could change his mind, he threw Riptide at the crowd of campers and continued running.

Once he neared the stream, Percy controlled the water and sent it crashing down on the campers. He then went across the boundary, claiming victory. Percy didn't care much that he won, but he was more or less glad it was over. After all, running through a freezing forest with the constant risk of being attacked isn't his favorite way to spend time.

After the Giant War, it seemed like he was always needed for something, no matter how big or small the task. Before he could think any more, he was freed from his thoughts as the horn sounded and the other campers crowded in. Percy's teammates were excited at their win, while the opposite team moped a bit.

Once this was over, everyone including Percy, returned to their cabins before curfew. Especially because they didn't want to be eaten by cleaning harpies. As Percy took in the familiar salty air, and shell interior, he relaxed. He then climbed into bed and rested his head, too tired to do anything else.

Calming down, he couldn't help but think that this was his home away from home, ever since he was twelve. Here, at Camp Half-Blood was where Percy had actually been able to make friends, even though it had been difficult at first. Content with his thoughts, he drifted off to sleep...

Sleep didn't last long. When Percy woke up, it was from hearing a loud noise and the smoke filling his lungs. Once the smoke had cleared, he could make out the dark figure of a woman, who was radiating a godly aura. She had long black hair, and matching eyes that almost seemed to bare into his soul, learning his innermost secrets. To say the least, it freaked him out.

"Hecate," Percy mumbled, still groggy with sleep.

Said goddess merely nodded, before saying two simple words;

"Help them."

With that, Percy was engulfed in a misty substance, with a wave of a hand from Hecate. Then, he dissapeared.

Author's Note: Alright. This is my first crossover story, so I decided to combine two of my favorite fandoms. I know that the grammar, and all that stuff isn't great, but I'm doing the best I can. Constructive criticism is welcome, but no flames, please. I think that's it for now, so, bye!