Okay, this is my first story so no one make fun of. Got it? Good.
Okay now that thats over, heres my story and I hope you enjoy it. ;)
CHAPTER 1
The day began just like any other day for Percy. Training, swimming, sometimes the occasional chariot race. After everyone ate, and the harpies threatened to eat anyone not in their cabin, Tyson was sleeping in his cot, snoring, like a motor boat. Percy was just drifting off to sleep when… Knock. Knock. Knock. He snaps awake at the sound and rushes to the door. "Percy, Percy, get up," a voice yelled from behind the door. "Annabeth! What are you doing here," Percy exclaims as he opens the door. "Percy, Chiron needs to see you," she says panting. "But what's going on? And why does Chiron need me?" Percy asks as they're running to meet Chiron. Annabeth doesn't answer and keeps running toward the big house. Half way they see Chiron galloping toward them. "Chiron what's wrong?" Annabeth asks. "Follow me," Chiron said, and he loped away not looking back to see if they followed. As he passed Annabeth noticed he was carrying rope. What does he need rope for? Annabeth thought. To their surprise Chiron led them to the arena. They could hear the sounds of an argument going on, as they reached the shadows at the far end they saw that it was a group of harpies yelling at Dionysis. He seemed to be guarding something behind him. Chiron galloped forward and, surprisingly enough, ordered the harpies away. They were so dumbfounded by this outburst that they quickly gave up the argument and slunk away. When the commotion died down, and eerie silence followed. Just as Annabeth opened her mouth to say something she quickly shut it. Chiron and Dionysis were busily tying the ropes Annabeth saw Chiron with on to a girl. She was just standing with an expressionless look on her face, not even bothering to struggle. On the ground beneath her feet was another girl, bloodied and bruised, she seemed the only one hurt. Not far from them were two more people, a girl and a boy. The girl had a blindfold on, and was staring straight ahead, the boy had a gloved hand on her as if to guide her. Annabeth and Percy's first reaction was to welcome the newcomers to camp and do what they could for the girl writhing in pain on the ground. But they soon learned that wasn't necessary.