A/N: Hey guys! So this is my 3rd story (if you haven't already, please check out the others) and it's my first one with a new demigod! I know the idea's been done before, but this one has some interesting twists.

As you might already know, it takes place the summer after The Last Olympian. It's as if the second series never happened. No Piper or Leo or Jason or Romans. Which actually makes me sad because i love Leo, but I think it still works.

So please let me know what you guys think! The beginning's a little slow, but it picks up quickly so please bare with me.

Enjoy The Story of Lacy Ashkin.

I woke up in a pool of my own sweat. But honestly, what else was new. It was June 1st and it had never been more humid. Which was saying something, considering that I'm in Florida. If it wasn't for the weather, I probably would have forgotten. I've only been here for a month.

My "new brother" threw a pillow at me and yelled, "Lacy, if you're late again, Janice is gonna freakin kill you."

I sat up in my bed to see that Jake was wearing pj bottoms and no shirt. He was skinny, with long black hair that made him seem very 'rocker' at first. But one look in his honey brown eyes, and you knew that this was a good kid. I threw the pillow back and it hit his chest. "Put a damn shirt on. Plus, Janice doesn't care if I'm late."

Jake knit his eyebrows, "Hey, don't use that language. You're only 14." He came over and sat on my bed, "And I care if you're late."

"It's not like I'm gonna miss anything." I sighed and laid back down, "No one will even notice."

Even though I had only been here for a month, Jake and I had gotten really close. He knew that this conversation was leading to exactly where it had lead multiple times. He sighed and and walked over to his closet.

"What?" I asked.

"I'm putting a shirt on so I can take you out to breakfast, duh."

I squealed and jumped out of bed, hungry for food.

After we both got ready and brushed our teeth, we grabbed our backpacks and pretended to leave for school. When we get to his car, we threw them in the trunk where we wouldn't take them out again until later that night.

I looked back at the house at we drove away, not realizing that I would never come back.

Jake is 17 and finally had his own car. He's been in and out of foster homes, like me, since he was born. When he turned 13, he was put here; Miami, Florida in the home of Janice and Rebecca Johanson.

Janice and Rebecca helped Jake get a job as a paperboy. They even bought him a bike. Jake has been working small jobs since he was 13, saving up for a car. I told him that he would make more money if he also worked in the summers, but every summer Jake goes away to camp. I don't know how he pays for it, but I had always been scared to ask. Jake never talked about his camp. But now, 8 months from his 18th birthday, he had his camp and his car. A little taste of freedom.

I see Jake and hope that maybe one day, I'll have freedom. A family. A life.

But for now, I'm eating off the dollar menu and McDonalds with Jake, skipping school on a Friday morning. And that's a good start for me.

From the corner of my eye, I saw the lady working in the kitchen at McDonalds. She was surprisingly pretty, with twinkling eyes. I made eye contact with her, and quickly turned away. After taking a bite of my sandwich, I looked back up. But she wasn't there. She was behind me.

"Hello!" She had a high pitched voice that screamed cheerleader. I turned around to see her smiling down at me. I frowned at looked at Jake, who looked worried, and then back at the worker.

"... Hey?"

"How's your meal so far?!"

I raised my eyebrow, "Uhm, good?"

"Awesome!" The second she turned away, her smile disappeared. She raced back into the kitchen.

I shrugged and turned to Jake, "That was weird."

But Jake was watching her. "Yeah…" he sounded worried and distracted.

I ate in silence for a few moments before Jake suddenly seemed to snap back to reality.

"Have you seen Isaac recently?"

I almost started laughing at his ridiculous question. Isaac is my best friend, he's in all my classes. Of course I've seen him recently, I see him everyday. But I stopped myself when I saw Jake's face. He was so serious. "I, uhm, yeah I saw him yesterday."

Jake nodded and looked back into the kitchen.

As if on cue, Isaac entered the McDonalds. He looked like he always does, a black cap covering his black curly hair, an orange t-shirt, and blue jeans. Jake saw him and waved him over. Isaac saw us and hobbled toward us, "There you are!"

I'm not sure why, but Isaac had always walked with a slight limp. He must have gotten in some accident and it must have been a while ago, because he had some time to adapt and now he walks very fast.

Before Isaac could even sit down, Jake stood up and looked at Isaac. "We have to go."

Isaac lifted an eyebrow, "Now?"

Jake nodded toward the kitchen. "Now." The worker was smiling at us, never blinking. Honestly, it was kind of creepy.

Isaac nodded, understandingly.

"Isaac," I asked, "how'd you know we were here?"

He pushed his bushy eyebrows together, like the answer should have been obvious. "I assumed. You always say how Jake takes you to McDonalds, and when you weren't at school this morning, I-"

Jake grabbed our wrists and dragged us out of the restaurant. "Isaac," he gritted through his teeth, "when I say now, I mean now."

Jake unlocked his car and jumped in the drivers seat. I slid into the front and Isaac hopped in the back. Before I could even put my seatbelt on, Jakes little '97 honda was peeling out of the parking lot. I buckled up for my life.

Isaac, on the other hand, didn't. He was looking out the back window, searching for something. A hint of worry in his eyes. I looked at Jake, his face screamed determination as his car picked up speed.

"Where are we going? How fast are we going?" I asked.

"Fast," he replied, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Should be faster…" Isaac mumbled.

Jake widened his eyes, "On us?"

Isaac shook his head, "Not sure, better speed up anyway."

Jake nodded.

Okay, now I was really freaking out. "CAN SOMEONE JUST EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON?!"

No one answered.

"Please?" I whispered, tears beginning to build in my eyes. I was scared, and I'm never scared. First off, I didn't even know that Jake and Isaac knew each other this well. Secondly, they're in cahoots? And taking me somewhere? Am I getting kidnapped? No no, if there's anyone in this world I can trust, it's Jake. Second person? Isaac. I just couldn't believe they weren't explaining anything to me.

Jake took a deep breath, his speedometer reaching 100 miles per hour. "It's a safe place for-"

"Jake," Isaac interrupted angrily, "not yet. Let's just get there, okay?!"

A tear rolled down Jake's cheek, something I've never seen. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "I can't," he whispered. He paused, choosing his words carefully. "I can't… she can't… we have to make it," he said barely audible.

"Want me to send someone back for your stuff? Her's too?" Isaac asked.

What did he mean? Why would I need my stuff?

"Oh my gods, it's really happening," Jake whispered.

Isaac shook his head, "Just drive, sappy."

"We good?" he asked

Isaac finally sat down in his seat and put his seatbelt on. "For now."

"Where are we going?" I asked again.

This time, someone finally answered. "New York."

"What's in New York?" I asked carefully, nervous for the answer.

Jake took a deep breath, "Home."

About 12 hours later, I was leaning against the door of Jake's honda while Isaac was frantically searching for something in the trunk. "Isaaaaac," I sang, "if you just tell me what you're searching for, I'll tell you where it is. I know Jake's car like the back of my hand."

This was our second stop for gas and Isaac's third second for… whatever he was searching for.

He stood up straighter after being leaned over, his head in the truck. He frowned at me. "If I told you what I was looking for, not only would you not know where it is but you wouldn't know what it is."

I groaned and sank onto the car door. "Well I don't know how to help you."

"You could…" Isaac stuck his head back into the trunk, "I don't know, get Jake please. He'll know where it is."

I sighed, "He's paying the cashier for gas in the car."

"Me?" Jake asked, walking toward the car.

"How much are you putting in?" I asked.

He walked to the gas pump, sticking it in the car and turning on the nozzle. "Enough, I think."

"To get us… where again?" I questioned, hoping to get more of an answer than-

"New York," he said blatantly.

I groaned.

Isaac got his head out of the trunk and sighed. "I can't find it."

"What?" Jake asked, walking to the trunk. I walked over too, looking inside the trunk for whatever it is they were searching for.

To my surprise, the trunk was completely and obviously empty. No dust clouds or lint pieces. Not a thing. I raised an eyebrow.

But Jake wasn't as confused. He laughed and felt around in the back of the truck. "Ah," he smiled, pressing down on a little piece of fuzz. Suddenly, the bottom of the truck disappeared, revealing a trap door that held the strangest collection of things.

The weirdest thing, if I had to pick one, was the sword. It was long with a bronze hilt and it seemed to (I know it's crazy, but) glow just slightly. Then there were 2 ziploc bags and a small canteen of some type of liquid. One ziploc bag had small gold squares in it, while the other had large gold coins.

Isaac sighed loudly, "Yes!" and grabbed the bag with the coins. "How'd you do it?" he asked Jake.

"The magic trap door? Lou helped."

"Lou Ellen?" Isaac asked.

Jake nodded. "Now go call camp and tell them we're bringing Lacy."

Isaac nodded and ran into the 7-11 attached to the gas station.

"And hurry up, we're on a tight schedule!' Jake yelled after Isaac. Isaac waved his hand like 'Yeah, yeah. I got it,' and disappeared inside.

I, on the other hand, was still staring at the sword, the ziploc bag, and the canteen. Jake pointed to the ziploc bag, "Ambrosia," he stated like it should be obvious. Then he pointed to the canteen, "Nectar."

"What is it?" I asked, "And why do you have it?"

"It's medicine. For kids like you and me. And I have it for emergencies." I opened my mouth to ask what 'kids like you and me' meant, but Jake continued, pointing to the sword. "And that's mine. Hope it doesn't scare you. You'll get something like it soon."

Then the gas gauge beeped. Jake walked over and took the nozzle out of the car. While he was closing the gas door, he turned to me. "Can you get Isaac? He'll be in the bathroom."

I was sick of asking questions and not getting answers. Plus, I was beginning to get a headache. So I just mumbled, "Okay," and walked into the store.

The moment I opened the door, the cashier stepped in front of me. He smiled, and I swore I saw fangs. "Where do you think you're go-"

And he fell flat on his face.

I was even more stunned to see Isaac behind where the cashier was just standing, with a can of tomato soup in his hand. He gave me a weak smile and held up the soup. "I had no weapon, I had to improvise."

Too stunned to speak, I let Isaac drag me back outside and push me into Jake's car. But my window was still rolled down. So when we were peeling out of the parking lot, the cashier stood back up and threw something toward our car. The last thing I remember was a sharp pain in the arm.

A/N: Yay so first chapter done! She'll meet Percy and everyone next chapter, and I think I kinda like this story!

Should I continue or does it suck? Let me know what you guys think!

Thanks for reading(: