Hello everybody! This is my first fan fiction! It's my version of The Son of Neptune, so please R&R!
PERCY
As soon as Percy woke up, he knew something was very, very wrong. First of all, he did not know where he was. He was sitting under a giant tree next to a small stream. The chilly wind was blowing strongly and Percy realized that he wasn't dressed nearly as warm as he should have. He wore a plain orange t-shirt and shorts. On his neck was a leather necklace with colorful clay balls painted with different designs. He had no idea what they meant.
The second wrong thing was even more surprising. He didn't have a clue who he was. He knew his first name but nothing else. Not his last name, age, phone number, anything. Okay, that is seriously creepy, he thought. From a little ways off came the faint sound of people arguing and stomping through the forest. There was also the strangle sound of metal clanging, which Percy could not figure out. Because he decided he had nothing to lose (and no other option, really), he set off through the forest at a run, twigs and dry leaves crackling under his sneakers.
Percy burst through the clearing and hit something hard. Very hard. "Hey! Watch it!" the thing yelled. He picked himself up off the ground and realized that he had ran into a person. Wait, wearing armor and carrying a sword? Percy thought, bewildered. With a shock Percy realized there were about a dozen people present who were all carrying ancient looking weapons and wearing purple t-shirts under heavy looking armor. They looked as if they were about to attack, though some looked afraid. Oh gods. Wait what? Gods? Percy didn't know where he got that thought, but it seemed like a natural response, something that he thought frequently. Then, as though he had heard Percy's thoughts and seemed angered by them, a boy charged, yelling and brandishing his weapon, a huge, wickedly sharp looking sword. As though he had been doing it for years, Percy reached into his pocket and took out a pen. It looked like an ordinary, cheap plastic ballpoint pen, but when he uncapped it, it transformed into a three-foot long, double edged sword that he held comfortably in his hand. Before he had time to get over the strangeness of it all, his opponent swung, and Percy blocked his blade just before it impaled his face. He forced down the giant sword and twisted it around catching his blade on the hilt. The person dropped his sword, his face shocked.
He looked up. The others' faces mirrored the swordsman's. The tension in the air was almost tangible. Then, finally, the girl at the front spoke. Her light brown hair was pulled into a ponytail, and her piercing gray eyes seemed so familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it. "We need to take him to camp."
"But Reyna, we're supposed to be looking for Jason!" somebody at the back said. The girl, Reyna, ignored them.
"He needs to see Lupa."
Sorry it's kind of short, but I'll post the next chapter in a day or two. Hope you liked it!