This is my first PJO fanfic...well, my first fanfic at all for that matter. So tell me what you think.
Disclaimer:I own nothing, except my ideas.
Ch1. Burnt Toast?
I started waking up grogily. My vision was blurred. I couldn't remember a thing. Was I on something? Slowly everything started to become more clear. I was in a small, dusty room that looked like part of a sewer system. And there was a smell of... burnt toast? I was looking around for my weapon, when there was a click like a door opening. But there was no door. A small segment of the wall infront of me started to slowly open. A shadowy figure stepped in, behind him a swirling vortex I took to be a teleporter. When the wall closed, the figure became more clear, well, as clear as a lightning cloud could be.
The figure infront of me was a storm cloud, literally. There were small lightning bolts flashing off of him. Slowly the figure became more human-like, except for his face, which looked like it had been melted off, then plastered back on. He looked like a man in his mid-twenties, with little expression except for a dark grin. His tone was deep. "Leo Valdez, son of Hephaestus I presume. We've finally caught you." He said triumphantly.
"Who's we?" I asked. After a moment, he finally aswered. "We are the winds, those who hide in the shadows, those unseen, unstopable, decieving.". After a second of thinking, I finally got the guts to ask "What do you want with me, then?" Another moment went by. "I think you know what we want. The plans, Valdez.". "What plans? I dont know what you're talking about." I really didn't. This time there was no hesitation. "Don't play dumb with me boy, if you're going to be like that, two can play at that game." The last thing I saw was the barrel of my gun, then everything went dark...
Well, tell me what you think! Should i trash, or keep?