AN: Hello there~ Name's Nazz and this story was made from my friend CJ and I's love for the Percy Jackson series. This will take place a few years after TLO but the demigods know about the Roman Camp. TLH and series after that never happened but the characters from there are here. This is my friend and I's first story so please tell us if there's anything wrong. We'd love feedback.

Oh yeah, some of the gods may be a OOC.

Disclaimer: We own nothing but our characters. PJ and the Olympians belong to Rick Riordan.

Chapter 1

Jarred's day started like any other: in detention.

Jarred Mayers sat in a hard wooden chair in the principal's office. The principal, a balding man in his late 50's, kept ranting on and on about being late and such.

Hey, it wasn't his fault that he was late. His mother had been drinking the other night and he had to walk instead of being driven to school!

He drowned out the sound of the principal talking about being a good student. He had heard of all this already. He rested his head in his hand, his black hair falling over his eyes, watching the principal pace back and forth, stopping every few minutes to pause and look at him sternly while talking. This guy never lets up on me does he? He let out a sigh of impatience.

"Do you understand me Mr. Mayers?" The principal said, his nostrils flaring as he stared sternly at Jarred.

"Huh? What?" Jarred jumped a bit in his chair and looked up at him. "Uh yes. I understand very well...sir."

The principal narrowed his eyes at Jarred before nodding his head. "This is your final warning boy. Go back to class." He then turned his back on Jarred.

He nodded, slung his pack over his shoulder and walked out the door. His principal's words rang in his mind. "This is your final warning boy." My final warning…

He walked down the silent hallways towards his first period classroom, his ADHD mind on overdrive.

Jarred went inside his classroom without knocking. The teacher scowled at him for interrupting the lesson but turned back to the class.

As he went to his seat in the very back of the classroom, he felt a pair of eyes following him. Jarred sat down and looked around, ignoring the teacher. His amber brown eyes locked with a pair of deep blue ones at the farthest side of the class before they turned away. Jarred tried to remember the name of the girl but nothing came up.

Oh well...it's not like it's important. He thought before leaning back on his chair.

The sixteen year old tried to focus on what was written on the board but because of his accursed dyslexia, the words just floated off the board, making it hard for him to read. He could feel his ADHD acting up as his hands and legs twitched and bounced lightly. His eyes drifted from face to face of that of his classmates and saw that they were concentrating on the lesson. All except one.

The girl who was stared at him when he walked into the classroom was twitching and slightly bouncing in her seat. He could see that her eyes were glancing around the room constantly before going back to the teacher. Jarred wracked his brain and he remembered that she had ADHD and dyslexia much like himself. The kids around her had noticed and were silently laughing at her but she paid them no mind.

Soon, the bell rang for next period. Jarred slung his pack over his shoulder as he pushed through the throng of students going to their next classes. Most students parted around him due to his reputation. He had never hesitated to punch anyone if they got to his nerves.

Jarred let out a small sigh. At least I'm going to Mrs. Jacobs' class. He thought.

Mrs. Jacobs had always been a good teacher, she took things slow with kids like him; the ones with ADHD and dyslexia. She also taught Greek and Roman studies, his favorite subject.

Mrs. Jacobs smiled at him as he walked in. Most of the class had already arrived and she was waiting for the others before she started the new lesson.

Jarred returned the smile before going to his seat. He sat in the front of the class wondering what she would be teaching them today. Jarred looked over at the board but his dyslexia acted up and the words just floated off the board in ways he didn't understand.

Once the class filled up, Mrs. Jacobs cleared her throat.

"Good Morning class." She said, smiling at the students. "Today we'll be learning about demigods and what made them so. We'll also be learning about great demigods of the past."

She paused before looking around her. "First off, what makes a person a demigod?" she asked.

Jarred raised his hand, along with a few other kids in the class.

Mrs. Jacobs looked around, deciding who to pick. Soon she smiled.

"Yes, Jarred."

"A demigod is someone born from a god and a mortal." He said calmly.

"Yes. Very good Jarred, you are absolutely correct." She smiled at him before turning to the class. "As Jarred said, a demigod, or as they are sometimes called Half-bloods, is born from a god and a mortal. In ancient times, demigods were considered to have powers similar to their godly parent and are generally known to help them. Can anyone name a famous demigod and what they did?"

Jarred had to think of that for a moment. Okay, let's see...Perseus! What did Perseus do again? Right, Perseus killed Medusa with a magic sword and shield.

"Anyone?" Mrs. Jacobs asked, looking around the room. "How about you Jarred?"

Jarred looked up from his mythology book. "Huh? Oh, uhm, Perseus. Perseus cut off Medusa's head with a magic sword and shield."

"Very good!" Mrs. Jacobs said before moving on to the next part of the lesson.

Jarred tried to focus on the lesson but he felt someone staring at him. He looked over his shoulder to find a pair of dark brown eyes fixed intently at him.

Jarred quickly turned back to the board, his finger tapping franticly on the desk; it was an old nervous habit he had gotten into. Okay, what the heck is with people staring at me, it's freaking me out...

Soon the bell rang signalling the end of the period. Jarred picked up his bag and walked out of the classroom towards his next period class. As he was walking, he felt the hair on the back of his neck rise. He kept getting that feeling lately, whenever it did something bad happened close to his home, a death, a robbery and so on and so forth.

Jarred was beginning to get paranoid over it. What does it matter to you? He thought bitterly. None of those people mean anything to you and you mean nothing to no one...your alone and you have to face that fact of life. He sighed, putting himself down was beginning to become something that was normal.

Jarred stopped walking, that uneasy feeling had turned to anxiety. Calm down...calm down. He kept telling himself over and over, but he knew whatever was going to happen was going to happen to him.

He took a deep breath before going into the classroom. Jarred looked around the room and saw that the two kids who were staring at him before was in his class. They were doing it again as if waiting for something to happen.

One was a boy who looked to be around seventeen and was wearing a newsboy cap on his curly brown hair. The other was a girl who sat beside him. She looked like she was fifteen or so and had short, shaggy, slightly wild sandy blonde hair.

Jarred mentally groaned. Great. Just great...Though…Why haven't I noticed them before?

Jarred took his seat as the lesson started. He zoned everything out but that uneasy feeling kept hold of him with a firm grip.

After a few minutes into the lesson, Jarred quickly raised his hand, "May I go to the office?"

The teacher hesitated before agreeing. Jarred then grabbed his backpack and ran out of the room, two pairs of eyes following him worriedly. Stop being so paranoid! It means nothing so calm yourself down. Keep your fear out of sight as always and go back to class...no...No this is different...very different, I can feel It...Stop being a wuss and go back to class! He argued with himself as he walked to the office.

Jarred shook his head. Enough arguing, what's it going to do? He sat in the hallway, leaning against the walls. "But I can't help but feel that something's about to happen..." He whispered.

Suddenly, the school's fire alarm went off. Jarred's head shot up as he heard screaming and the pounding of feet as everyone tried to escape the building.

He stood up and was about to run to an exit when a sharp clawed hand wrapped around his neck and pushed him up against the wall. "What the heck?" he shouted before looking up at whatever held him up.

The…thing looked like an old woman with black skin. Her hair was made of snakes and, from what Jarred saw, wore old grey robes. The creature sneered at Jarred, baring her yellow fanged teeth. "Hello young hero." She rasped.

Hero? Jarred tried getting out of her grasp, but her grip was strong and firm. "LET ME GO!" He shouted as loud as he could with lack of air.

The creature hissed before she was suddenly knocked over, a bronze arrow piercing her side. Jarred was dropped to the floor, his hand massaging his neck as he gasped for air. The creature shrieked in pain before dissolving into golden dust.

Suddenly someone grabbed Jarred's hand and proceeded to pull to the nearest exit. "Come on! There may be others coming!"

Jarred coughed a bit as he ran. "What the heck was that?!" He asked looking back at the gold dust that had begun to disappear.

"I'll explain everything to you on the way. We have to get you to camp!"

Jarred looked at the person pulling him and was surprised to see that it was the girl who had been staring at him. Her face was set in an expression of determination as she pulled Jarred along. In her hand was a bronze bow.

He wanted to protest but something told him not to question her judgement. She mentioned something about a camp...why would I need to go to a camp?

The two of them turned a corner. In front of them was an old forgotten school exit. The girl tugged and pushed on the door but no luck. It wouldn't budge. With a low growl, she pulled her leg back and kicked the door. Jarred, expecting that it would do nothing but hurt her foot, was surprised when the door swung open violently.

"Come on!" She shouted, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the parking lot. They stopped by the road. The girl put two fingers to her lips and blew, a shrill whistle sounded through the air.

Out of nowhere, a gray car suddenly pulled up in front them. The doors near them opened and she pushed Jarred into the back seat, slamming the door in his face. She then proceeded to climb into the front seat. With a jolt of surprise, Jarred saw that the other boy who stared at him was the one in the driver's seat.

"Drive Marcus!" she shouted frantically. The boy, Marcus, slammed on the pedal and the car shot into the highway.

Jarred blinked, trying to process what had just happened. Then his eyes narrowed. "Okay I want answers! Somebody tell me what the heck is going on!" He growled at them.

The girl glanced at Marcus for permission. The boy grunted as he gave her a small nod, his eyes never leaving the road.

She turned around to face Jarred. "I know this might not make sense but do you know about the Greek legends and the gods?"

"Of course I do! We learn about that in class!" He was growing impatient. "What does that have to do with any of this?!"

The girl looked at Jarred straight in the eye. "They're real. They're all real." She said. "And you're a demigod."

Jarred fell silent, drawn back at what she had said. "Demigod? H-How can I be a demigod?! Th-That doesn't make sense I-" He stopped himself. No...This does make sense, it sounds crazy but it does make sense. Mom never spoke of dad; every time I brought him up she'd dismiss the conversation. Dad's a god...

He looked over at the girl. "What about that..." He hesitated racking his brain for what it was, snake hair, black skin, and robes. "A Fury, what did it want with me?"

She sighed and scratched the back of her head. "No reason in particular except that you're a demigod like me." She then smiled sadly at Jarred. "Names have power Jarred. We prefer to call them the Kindly Ones for our protection."

"Kindly Ones doesn't seem to fit their attitude..." He muttered to himself, then his eyes shot back to her. "Now you two. You guys were staring at me all day today. Did you guys know this was going to happen?"

The girl winced before glancing at Marcus. He nodded.

"Yes. We knew that this would happen." Marcus said. "Alice and I were sent to look after you and bring you to camp."

But they had to make sure I was a demigod first... Jarred sighed leaning back in the back seat. "Guess that covers most of it..." He muttered, still processing the fact that he had almost been killed, and found out that he was a demigod in one day. "I guess I should've asked this first, who are you?"

Alice smiled a bit. "My name is Alice Levin. This is Marcus Rapier." She said, gesturing at Marcus who was now driving them along country roads.

"Jarred Mayers." He said looking out the window, arms crossed. He remained silent after that.

"We know." Alice said quietly, turning back to the front. "We've known from the start."

It was quiet in the car before Marcus spoke up. "We're nearing camp borders."

Alice gave a sigh of relief. "Good…I just want to be home…" she said quietly.

"How does this camp keep us safe?" Jarred said suddenly looking at Alice, an icy look was glazed over his eyes.

Alice jumped in her seat. "The camp has magical borders." She answered. "No monster or mortal can get in unless someone from inside allows them in."

"Oh..."

"Come on…" Marcus murmured. "Just a few mor-" He managed to say before there was a shrill screeching and the car suddenly flipped over.

AN: Well there we are~

There's the first chapter. I'll be updating this story every two or three days depending on how it goes. I hope you guys like it so far. Reviews are most welcome~

'Til Next time,

Nazz and CJ