Disclaimer: You must be an idiot to think that I own PJ&O series, since this is . You didn't? Well…. Uh…. Whatever. Read on.

Author's notes: Once I have finished TLO, I have been having sinking feelings since then. Every time I think about the last sentence of the book, "This time, I didn't look back." I feel like someone drove a knife through my heart, and I thought that this is even better than Harry Potter, and deserves to go on. He wrote it, as if there will be a sequel and cutting it off with that last sentence.

This is the story that touched me most. If someone can tell Rick Riodan that, it would be really appreciated. Now, I can't wait anymore, and feel like expressing it on some author's notes unthought-of. I have thought about this for days (since I don't have much to do in a day). Well, bored of some author's notes? Let's storm the story!

P.S. Percy's POV will come soon, just wait for it, and not get bored, I want to introduce my character first. The story is set 1 Year after TLO. This contains non-OOC PERCABETH thing I would like to bet myself on. Remember the cool facts in the end! One more thing, PLEASE REVIEW. Reviewing is the only way that I would somebody is actually reading this, because I would drop the story if no one is reading it.

The Freezing Death

Chapter 1:

Lionel's POV

I am Lionel Crawford. Two years earlier, I was just sitting, playing "Twilight Dawn" in piano at my school when my music teacher turned into an empousa and assaulted me. Well, a satyr dived through the window and shoved me away from the piano, which was pulverized several seconds later. He was a very hasty satyr and well, we successfully ran from the empousa. (By jumping of the balcony and landing on the back of a dump truck, to be exact. The dirty smell didn't come off for 3 days, and I felt like a radioactive banana peel.)

I was brought of Half-Blood camp and trained by Chiron, a centaur, and well, Mr.D (Dionysus, the god of wine, who ran off after a wood nymph and got punished to be the camp director and no drinking wine [which seems to piss him off] for a 100 years, but it was shortened to 50 years due to his… "Good behavior" after the last stand on Olympus.) tend to always call me "Lioner Cowfork" or "Lionea Cawfrog" . I'm a year-rounder, because I have no home to go to.

I don't mind that, since he gets everybody's name in the camp. (Except Chiron, who I didn't notice that he always get Chiron's name right until last year) I usually tend to stay out of his way though, unless he specifically called for me. By the way, I am a demigod, a son of Apollo.

The satyr that got me here said that I was very hard to track, because I haven't got dyslexia or ADHD (which seems to be primary symptoms for a half-blood) I did very well in English (Which was impossible for a half-blood to do, because of dyslexia) and he told me that what gave me away was when I was with him and I used a public payphone to call 911 and report 2 drunk people brawling. I was an orphan, so I kind of don't have much money for leisure activities, let alone buying a mobile phone.

They also say that I am very un-Apollo like. I am pretty decent at bow mastery, but clearly not as good as other Apollo kids. I was at the range, watching them doing streak of bull'seyes while I miss occasionally. I swear that some Athena or Ares kid could defeat me single-handedly at bow. However, I seem to be the best of the cabin when it came to swords, but hey, swords aren't the tool of the trade for the Apollo cabin.

I also learnt how to curse somebody to speak in rhymes (And the Apollo kid seems to enjoy it very much). Well, the only thing I am Apollo-like is probably that I am into music, and I seem to get it easily (Believe me, music for the son of the God of Music is no sweat.) They also tell me that I look a lot older than I do. I am going to be 17 this December and they say that I look like I am 18. I stood against lots of monsters last year, which was Kronos' invasion in New York. Well, I did nothing as cool as Percy Jackson, the son of Poseidon did. I've been in the camp for 2 years, and I hadn't gone on a quest even once. (Well, I don't count standing against hordes of monsters protecting the Empire States building a quest)

Percy's POV

My second year at Goods was over, and I was in my room, drinking blueberry smoothie when somebody knocked on the door.

"Yes?" I said.

"Hey honey. Have you packed up yet?" My mom answered.

My mom, Sally Jackson, was probably the best person in the world. Well, she went through a lot of trouble, and when I say a lot of trouble, I mean staying in the underworld and having a world-class jerk as husband kind lots of trouble.

By the way, the world-class jerk I was talking about is Gabe Ugliano, who, well… kind of turned into a statue when my dad mailed me a Medusa's head from Olympus. My current stepdad, Paul Blofis (I got his name wrong the first time I called his name. I said "Blowfish", so did my father, the god of the sea.) was with my mom for two years now, and he was about gazillion times better than Gabe, and that wasn't an exaggeration.

"Yes mom. I'm ready." I replied

"By the way, Percy, Annabeth's here." She said, and she had a weird glee in her voice, kind of when you mock a couple glee.

"I'm coming out, mom."

I opened the door, and I saw Annabeth waiting outside the door, next to Paul's Prius. The world froze. She was a pretty girl, her hair curled like a princess. I was figuring out what to say, whether I should ask how is she or how her new school is. It was awkward, especially when I kissed her twice last summer, and once two summers ago. Before I could figure out what to say, she spoke.

"Hey, Percy." She said

"Hey, Annabeth." I replied. Apparently, I couldn't think of anything better than this.

We sat in the back of Paul's Prius. Paul got in the front and started up the engine. She was asleep already. I figured out that she must be really tired, so I just let her take a nap. On the way to camp, she unexpectedly held my hand in her sleep, and it was quite embarrassing. It was really awkward, and it would be even more embarrassing if Paul paid attention at the back of the car, which he was obviously not.

Maybe he didn't want us to be embarrassed, or either he really wasn't paying any attention at all. Well, I admit that Annabeth's hand was warm and comforting, and I felt kind of good about it. She held my hand all the way to camp. She woke up when the car parked, and let go of my hand, and we looked into each other's eyes.

"Well, we're here. Good luck for the summer, Percy. Oh and also you too, Annabeth." Paul said.

We got off, and Paul drove away. Some Apollo kids were at the range. Michael Yew was leading the Apollo cabin, scoring a streak of bull'seyes. The Apollo cabin was best at archery. Well, if there's anybody better at archery than Apollo kids, I've got to give that to the Hunters, followers of Artemis, the goddess of the Moon. There was one kid I saw from time to time, but I never spoke to him. He was doing worst than the rest, but hey, at least his archery was better than mine, though I was pretty sure that Annabeth could beat him.

Well, that was the first chapter. This is not a one shot, so I will keep writing as long as reviews are coming, because I don't want to go writing 1400 words chapters for nobody to read. The action is going to come next chapter, so I'll count this as a prologue. Again, please, Please, PLEASE review, as if I live on reviews. Oh now it's time for a fun fact:

I named Lionel after Lionel Johnson, a composer, which I see suitable because his name is cool and Lionel Crawford is a son of Apollo, the god of music (as well as god of the sun and poem).

The next chapter will be up quick!