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Welcome to this AWESOME fanfiction on the Percy Jackson series. To read this (and understand most concepts) make sure your have sufficient knowledge of the Percy Jackson and Heroes of Olympus series.

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CHAPTER 1

Alicia

The sun glinted on a strange, faraway dot in the sky. As it floated closer, beautiful billowing sails could be seen and oars jutted out of the golden ship's body, like infinite pairs of arms. Scales glimmered as a strange, life-like dragon's head turned toward me, its fiery eyes piercing through the clouds that wafted past the ship. However, the serenity gave off an eerie feeling. Something was wrong.

Smoke started to collect and hover above the ship. With every second, it grew darker and expanded, eating up all the sky there was to see. The flying ship in the sky was descending, leaving a trail of smoke in its midst. The mechanical dragon stretched its neck to the heavens and roared, a single, piercing sound. Smoke covered my vision.

"Fire must accompany witchcraft, as light will unite with darkness. Gaea will be rested."

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! I thrashed wildly about as I was awoken so very gracefully by my annoying alarm. Trying to sit up, I lost my balance and rolled off the lumpy bed mattress, banging my head on the nearby nightstand. Ouch… Rubbing my slightly bruised head, I finally hit the snooze button on my alarm clock, which read exactly 5:45 AM. Overwhelmed by the sudden silence, I groggily stood up and slowly staggered to my closet, clawing open the door in a desperate attempt to open it. Grabbing a random combination of clothes, I hastily put them on and slid down the stairs like a piece of rubber.

"Mom, I'm gonna go feed Winter… " I burbled as I arrived at the kitchen. Grabbing a warm croissant, I bit into it and grabbed the dog food. The little pellets clanked as they entered Winter's bowl. Giving me some time to think, I remembered my dreary dream and that Peter Pan ship with all those wisps of ash…shaking my head, I cleared my thoughts and prepared to go to school for 0th period.

Shereen

Smoke. All there was, all I see, was smoke. The thick air. Uncomfortable. Distasteful to my lungs. I see a piece of the blue sky, and then there it was. A flying ship, the metal glinting in the distant light. I heard a distant voice, so eerie, yet so majestic, repeating these strange words, over and over.

"Fire must accompany witchcraft, as light will unite with darkness. Gaea will be rested."

I jolted up from my bed. Ah, that was so weird. A dream? No, a vision. It's too clear to be a dream. I hear my mom's distant calls from downstairs, telling me to wake up. I groaned and pushed my thick, heavy blanket to the foot of the bed and rubbed my eyes as I unconsciously walked to my closet. I glanced at a nearby clock. Oh, shoot! It was 7:00 already? I grabbed one of my many jeans and wiggled into them, slipped into a random shirt, and pulled at the zipper of my jacket. I fumbled with the brush and furiously brushed my tangled long hair, and squeezed the toothpaste onto my worn-down toothbrush. Ah geez, why is my hair so annoyingly long? I never had the time to cut it. I raced downstairs and grabbed the toast from the toaster, then scooped up my heavy backpack.

"Hey, Shereen! I got MY school to get to!" my little pesky brother mimics.

"Geez, already, I'm coming," I shoved my feet into my sneakers. I ran out the door and into the waiting car. Oh dear, I forgot to bring a scrunchie for my hair. Ah, then I'll just go to school with my hair down today. My thick brown hair itches my face. Annoyed, I tossed my hair away from my face. Got stupid 8th grade to get to.

Jane

A ship crashed through the walls of the school, the mechanical dragon head at the front of it, roaring and coughing out putrid black smoke that stunk of oil. Students screamed, and the alarms went berserk. Strange feathered women came flying from the roof as well, screeching, and cannons sounded off, wreaking even more havoc.

I wanted to move-no, I had to. But I just stood there, not a bit of debris touching me. The mechanical dragon whirred its head toward me, its eyes glowing like hot coal in a stove.

"Fire must accompany witchcraft, as light will unite with darkness! Gaea will be rested!" a voice, gentle, but firm kept repeating as those glowing eyes stared at me. Then it let out another roar, and a blinding light covered my vision.

I wrenched my tired eyes open to another chilly November morning. The clouds were lingering in the sky indifferently, as if they didn't care whether they blocked the sun or not. Sitting up so I could close the window, I still remembered the scene that kept replaying in my mind, every night ever since I became thirteen. It wasn't a dream or a nightmare, but more of a vision. I kept on seeing a ship floating through the sky, with a dragon's head. It sailed over my school, bombs showered everywhere, spreading debris, and a crackling noise filled the air. The air was filled with the smell of… fire, salty water, and other unknown smells. These were the most vivid visions I had ever seen. I shook these thoughts from my head. I had to get to school! What am I doing? I reluctantly got off my bed, walking towards the mirror nailed onto the front of my closet door. Ugh. I look like a hopeless wreck. My dark brown eyes stared dully back at me as I slumped over. My hair were patches of mahogany, a few, thin strands of gold, but mostly dark brown, and were sticking out in every direction possible. Pastel and paint marks plastered on my face from last night's painting of The Shire from the Hobbit.I looked like a demented zombie. I started to get dressed, wearing my favorite red sweatshirt and jeans, which I surprisingly fit in, and pulled on my socks. I looked at the clock. Oh, mother of all that's good, it's already 7:20?! I put up my hair in a messy ponytail, packed up. I hesitated when I had to decide on putting on my round square glasses. Oh, for Pete's sake, I'll just put it on.

"Jane, you're gonna be late!"

"Okay, mom!" I cried, rushing to the garage with my backpack on and toast in hand.