Behold my first PJO fan fic. :D This is the start of a trilogy. I like it, or at least, I like the trilogy in general. Do you? Read (and review) to find out! :D

DISCLAIMER: Well, I've been called Harry Potter, Vince, Jeffrey, Goof, Nigel, Matt, Eric, and many other names, but ... I don't think I've ever been called Rick Riordan. So, I guess I don't own the series or its characters. *sighs* EXCEPT Zeus. That's right, my great-great-great (plus a billion more greats) grandfather lived in Ancient Greece, and he was the first one to pray to the storm god Zeus. So I guess I – oh, wait. Lil' goofie on my family tree here. Let me fix that – *smudge smudge smudge* – oh, shoot. No connection to Ancient Greece whatsoever. Oh, well. No characters for me. :(

Oh, and one more thing. Percy isn't invincible in my story. I know, I know, he bathed in the River Styx, he's completely invincible except for that one spot, yaddah yaddah yaddah ... but not here. Just so you don't get confused.

EDIT: THIS ENTIRE CHAPTER HAS BEEN REWRITTEN FROM SCRATCH ON MY WEB SITE. This version will soon replace the one seen here. :D I would replace it now, except the new version requires some plot-tweaking to other chapters that are not yet rewritten. But this version is terrible, and if you agree, go to my Web site. :)

{DAY ONE}

PPOV:

Ah. Life was perfect. I happily trotted down to my cabin to get out of my sandy clothes, a smug grin on my face. I'm glad Poseidon hasn't had any more children in the couple of months since the law was lifted; otherwise my cabin-mate would've seen me come in, and he/she'd tell Chiron I'd been gone all night. And after seeing all the sand in my hair and clothes, it was only a short leap to Annabeth, and once they saw she had sand stuck in her long, blonde hair ... it wouldn't have turned out well at all.

Well, what can I say? I didn't MEAN to fall asleep there. I just ... didn't want to get up. How could I, with her head on my shoulder? And she was asleep, and she looked so cute, and ...

Okay. Enough on the topic. I got back in my cabin, took a long shower, got changed, and headed for the dining pavilion, getting there just before the bell rang. Annabeth and I had plans for that night, and I couldn't wait. At 7, I'd head over to her cabin. I couldn't contain my excitement.

When I was sitting at my table, I noticed Annabeth wink at me. I grinned like an idiot.

Clarisse and the Stoll brothers snickered to themselves, but frankly, I didn't care.

Like I said, life was perfect.

APOV:

Where is he? I wondered. It was already after eight. I knew Percy was crazy about me, so this wasn't like him. A twinge of doubt scratched at a corner of my mind, but I shoved it away. I would wait. He was probably just running late. He wouldn't do this to me. Not him.

But by nine, I wasn't as sure. I finally decided to go check on him.

I walked down to the Poseidon cabin and knocked on the door. I was about to call his name when I noticed the door open a bit. It hadn't been closed.

I opened the door the rest of the way. "Percy?"

My jaw dropped when I saw what was inside.

Stuff had been strewn everywhere: a hairbrush by the bathroom, toothpaste all over the sink, the blankets for his bed on the floor in the center of the room. But no Percy.

Come on, Seaweed Brain. Where ARE you?

I turned around, giving up. Then I noticed a crumpled piece of paper on the floor by his bed. I ran over to it and picked it up. Scared of what it might say, I looked - but I couldn't read the words. Realizing it had gotten dark, I turned on his lamp. There seemed to be a drop or two of water on the paper. But nothing could take away from the words.

WHY CAN'T I JUST TELL HER I LOVE HER?

I swear, my heart stopped dead for a few beats before slowly reviving. The world blurred.

He loves me!

But then where is he? my mind countered.Gods, if he loves me, then why isn't he here to show it?

Scared and confused and emotionally torn, I started walking back to his cabin door. I tripped over something on the floor. Startled, I looked down to see the perpetrator. Percy's bedsheets. I felt them, and noticed that there was something hard underneath.

IT'S PERCY! Yes, I'm afraid the creepy atmosphere and the awkwardness and tension of the room got to me, and that was my first thought. Then I quickly shunned myself: Oh, please. How could I think such a thing? It's obviously ... what could it have been? It felt long and thin. Only slightly nervous, I lifted the sheets. I gasped.

No ...

It was Riptide.

In sword form.

With a bloody tip.

I stood, shaking, and for the first time I noticed something. Now that I'd turned the light on, I noticed the immediate contrast popping out at me. The normally blue walls were smeared with red in some places.

I stepped closer. Blood.

The entire inside of the cabin was splattered with blood.

Now that I had turned on the light, I saw everything. There was a trail of blood from the bed straight to the door. The sheets were bloody, too.

Now everything clicked. The mess. The blood.

Percy was attacked.

There was a fight.

And he was taken.

Confused about Riptide? Well, you should be. That's right, I'm not forgetting about our hero's sword's power. You'll get it later. :p