So here's the first chapter of the (rewritten) series! Hope you like it :)

Percy Jackson was a growing boy. And so, he reasoned with his mother, he needed food.

Lots of it.

This was the reason why the black-haired teen was walking through Central Park, five large pizzas in one hand, and a shopping bag in the other, full of drinks and, more importantly, blue dye and cake. After all, no birthday is complete without blue cake.

A smile was on his face he picked up his present for his soon to be one sister, Estelle. It wasn't a big gathering, but Percy was fine with that. His birthdays were never big or fancy, but somehow, Sally Blofis always managed to make them special. His mother had insisted that Annabeth, Nico and Thalia should come; Mrs. Blofis considered them all family, and wouldn't have any family occasion without them.

A shout echoed from a few blocks away, interrupting his thoughts, and the teen frowned, but otherwise took no notice of it, passing it off as the typical New York rush. He quickened his pace. Something felt… off.

Sirens started wailing, as the demigod broke into a run for his mother's apartment, one of the pizzas almost slipping with the abrupt change of pace. He dropped the pizzas and the shopping bag, breaking out into a full-on sprint.

He only registered a resounding bang and something hitting him in the head before he blacked out.


Percy woke to a glaring, harsh white light. He groaned, and sat up, his head throbbing, and he felt as if the Party Ponies had had a paintball fight in his stomach. He heard a consistent, high-pitched beep coming from next to him. Managing to look to his left, he saw that the noise came from what looked like a heart machine. He groaned again, loud enough for a doctor to come rushing over. The doctor asked a slew of questions, but Percy didn't register them, his head swimming.

"Water." He managed to croak out, and the doctor nodded before, presumably, going off to get a glass of water for him.

Percy lay back down and tried to remember what had happened, but drew a blank. His brain felts as if it had been put into blender, trampled on, then used as a volleyball.

Just then, the doctor came, a plastic cup full of water in his hand. Percy took it gratefully, before downing it in one.

His head became clearer, and his body didn't feel like it had been used as a punching bag by Ares.

So that was nice.

It was about a minute before Percy leapt out of the hospital bed, his memories coming back to him, and ran to the block the explosion came from. Not breaking from his sprint, he leapt over the police tape, and ran to a block of apartments.

Or at least, the ruins of them, anyway.

So, it's not the longest, but here it is :)