Authors Note: This is an AU. Don't get mad because Percy's not here*CoughFangirlsCough*, And Percabeth *CoughFangirlsAgainCough*. A warm thanks to my wonderful beta He who shall not be named! Well. Happy reading everyone. Reviews are always appreciated. PS: Fangirls. You are not welcome here. Unless of course you go back to Third grade english and learn proper grammar. Then maybe you'll actually develop a real plot and a decent story line. No offense. But, if you are offended then congrats! You're a fangirl. Suicide is not the answer but, if any of these things above pertain to you may want to consider it. Enjoy!

Tales of Olympus.

Chapter 1: Backlash

By: Orochi-Ne

'Click.' That was the only sound I could hear as I walked out of the school building. First to show and last to leave. That was my philosophy. My school was hosting the- How did my counselor put it? Ah yes; 'The biggest event of the year!" Or something like that. The steps seemed to fade in and out of my view. I staggered slowly catching a hold of the railing to my left. I knew I'd smelt alcohol in the air, I just didn't know were it was coming from.

I wal-tripp-stumbl-damn near fell down the stair case. The smell of alcohol faded and multiple scents attacked my nose. Each one was more disgusting than the last. My vision was hazy.

"Typical." I mumbled.

I lowered my hands to my sides and began to feel around for my glasses. I felt my body stop as I felt around for those damn things. I reached into my back packet and gave a distorted smile as I pulled them out my back pocket. My hand swiped my dark brown hair out of my hazel eyes. I allowed a small breath to pass from my lips as I placed the glasses on my face.

"Better."

I strolled down the quiet subway station. The silent atmosphere was for a lack of better words; perfect. My eyes flickered over towards a figure but, I instantly shook it off. It had been five years since I had been attacked by one of those- Things.

I'd never really understood what it was that I saw or for that matter, why I was the one to see them. When I was ten, I got attacked by these-These; monsters one might call them. My mother had told me that they'd go away as I got older. I've always found her words funny.

Considering, that when I turned ten, that same group of monsters. . . .

Killed my mom. They ripped her body apart piece by piece. I was ten year old kid. I did the only thing I really could; I cried. It didn't make sense. When the cops got there, I told them my story. Can you guess what it got me? Five years in a mental home.

Not to say that I don't think I deserved to be there. I mean, I was crazy, right? Seeing things that weren't there. I came to a stop at the correct train post. The train came speeding by within a matter of minutes screeching to a loud halt. The dingy metal doors opened and I stepped forward. My eyes glanced from left to right surveying the area.

Three cheerleaders sat to the left of me, each one giving me a menacing glare. Damn, I knew I wasn't the best looking guy but, that's harsh. "Freak" I heard one of them mumble. I rolled my eyes and stumbled quietly to an empty row to take a seat- Though, most of the rows were empty. I slumped forward in my seat and breathed out before closing my eyes. Sleep sounded entirely too good at the moment.

I awoke to the feeling of leathery hands touching my face. Both my eyes shot open and I saw an interesting sight. Three cheerleaders stood over my body. First thing that came to my mind?

Run!

The cheerleaders around me smiled as sweetly as they could. I breathed out in an attempt to keep myself composed.

"Can I help you ladies?"

The shortest one, Trish I think her name was, spoke first.

"We just want to talk."

I couldn't help but flash a distorted smile. Rule one of not being overly handsome or amazingly popular? Cheerleaders never want to just talk. I watched them silently. Soft mummers were being spoken between them.

"Run!"

I heard that voice in my head screech at me. I gave a mental wince before motioning them to sit down. Trish took a seat beside me and the other two sat in front of us.

"Why do I get the feeling that I'm in a bad horror movie?"

Each one gave an innocent giggle.

"We just want to talk!"

I gave an amused smirk and motioned her to speak. Whatever it was that she had to say was surely going to amuse me.

"Well. We were wondering, what do you think of us?"

I was a bit take back at the question. Girls didn't normally ask me what I thought. I was usually the one in the corner. You know? That one kid, who talks to himself in the corner? Yeah, that was pretty much me. I closed my eyes in a silent exhale. I cracked them open and nearly screamed. Trish's normal dark brown hair seemed different. It looked almost alive. No. It was alive. Her hair was moving in every direction.

"W-what's that?"

Trish blinked. "What?"

I raised a shaky finger to her hair. "It's moving."

Her face seemed to lose all of its color. A loud screech came from in front of me.

"He can see!"

I instinctively turned forward to the two cheerleaders hovering in the air. A pair of green wings hand completely replaced their hands. Their uniforms ripped apart as feathers completely covered their bodies. Their legs seemed to stretch down and long slender claws erupted out of their shoes. They flapped their wings while hovering in mid-air. Each one screamed out in a language I didn't understand.

My eyes shifted to Trish. She didn't look different, really. You know, excluding the snakes that were slithering around in her hair. I gulped. I had one of two options. I could run or I could sit here and scream. Now, both offers seemed enticing.

"Run." The voice in my head was sarcastic. Unlike all the other times, I allowed my body to shift into auto-pilot. I pushed passed Tri- Whatever is it that she was and ran past the birdies. I could feel them watching me. Like hawks allowing their prey to leave. I ran to the door connecting the first train to the second.

I opened the door and scrambled inside. I closed it back and locked it within seconds. I ran to the back and slumped down onto the floor.

"Calm down." I mumbled silently to myself. No matter how many times I said it. It never worked. I was a bundle of nerves and there was nothing I could do about it. I hated this feeling. You know that feeling, of not having any control?

'Bump' The sound of them beating the door rang within my ears. I closed my eyes; maybe it would all go away. I heard the screeching of the door begin pushed in, the glass breaking and the foot steps. The flapping of the bird wings echoed within the large room.

"Get him!" She yelled at her two feathered friends. Even with my eyes closed, I could feel them. I felt their talons dig into my shoulder and lift me off the ground. A sticky liquid trailed down my arm. Interestingly, out of all the ways I had picked to die, this wasn't on my list. I breathed in. Funny, when your about to die, they say your life flashes before your eyes. I couldn't help but wonder, where's my flash? I felt my body give out. I saw darkness surround me. Well, I'd welcome death with open arms.

A loud crash caught my attention, just as I was about to pass out. I half-opened my eyes to see the birdies disappear in a cloud of black smoke. Most people would've been happy about that fact. I would've been happy too, had my body not just fallen to the ground.

I looked up to see a dirty blonde haired male standing in front of me a smirk on his face. He held a bronze sword up as if to block something from looking at him.

"Euryale! Long time no see."

Tri-Euryale growled at him. "Damn you to Hades!"

The snakes that now covered her hair seemed to go insane. They sprang up, I wasn't looking directly at her eyes but, I could tell she was had a strong desire to kill. He kept that stupid smirk on his face. Didn't he realize he was in any danger!

"Keith! Do it now!"

An arrow whizzed through the air and struck Euryale the arm. A small canister opened on the arrow and purple gas surrounded her body. Euryale teetered for a second before falling face forward into the ground.

"Good job, Keith." A figure rose up from behind a seat a smile on his face. A bow hung on his arm, a quiver on his back. His eyes shifted from his friend to me.

"What do we do with him?"

The taller of the two glanced backwards at me as he hoisted Euryale over his shoulder.

"Drop him off at the pound. I don't want him." He made a quick dash before jumping out the already broken window.

Keith sighed. "Sorry."

He extended his hand to me and helped me from the ground.

"Keith McKnight, you alright kid?"

"Devon"I spat at him.

"Huh?"

"Never mind; Can you tell me what the hell just happened?"

He chuckled. "Sorry. Not in my jurisdiction to explain. Not in a place, like this."

He handed me a white card.

"This is?"

He glanced backwards at me as he headed towards the window.

"Your ticket of course, reading it is the challenge. Getting to the place is the test."

He jumped out of the window and I swore I heard a neigh followed by flapping wings. I sighed and slumped into a chair. My mind was clouded with questions. I didn't understand. Nothing made sense. The only two things I knew for sure at this point.

One; I needed to get answers and two; I had just reached a new level of mentally screwed. My train came to a halt. I stood up and walked through out the bus, followed by the large station. I walked up the steps and was greeted by moonlight. The world seemed to have stopped spinning.

I walked through the cold night a black cloud of depression was slowly forming over my head. One thing was certain. I'd have a hell of a story to tell the guys at the home.