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Disclaimer

Me: Do I look like Rick Riordan?

Fan girl: Yes

Me: For goodness sake, I'M A GIRL.

Fan girl: I'm blind.

Me: Ohh *goes and hides in a corner* I don't own Percy Jackson!

*breaks down sobbing.*

Sorry, on with the story.

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Seven half-bloods shall answer the call

To storm or fire the world must fall

An oath to keep with a final breath

And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death

- From Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Book Five , the Last Olympian.

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Percy POV

"One, two, three!" shouted Annabeth.

We both race to the tree. Suddenly, Annabeth yells.

"Run!"

I turned to see girl maybe 13 years old, walking-no limping towards the camp. She was in

bad shape. Her clothes were in tatters and you couldn't tell what color her shirt was. Wait,

was that something rusty. Rust! That's the color of blood! Wait, is that a Cyclops

following her? I rush to help her, pulling out my trusty sword, Riptide. As I got closer, I

realized it was Tyson. I breathed a sigh of relief. Then, Tyson came towards me and gave

me a hug that just about broke my ribs. Then, I looked to the girl.

Unknown Girl POV

I limped towards the camp. I saw a dragon, but that barely registered in my mind.

I say a girl and a boy, both about 19. The girl shouts something. I think she said run.

That's what I did. I ran. Something tells me to trust her. I see the boy pull out a ballpoint

pen. He uncaps it and it turns into a gleaming blade. I comes closer and I see that he

resembles me quite a bit. Then he stops, and breathes in. He walks up to me and says

"What's your name?" he asked

" Amelia Allen. But just call me Mia." I stuttered. I turned around and scream.

"What's wrong?" the girl asks anxiously.

" C-c-cyclops," I stumbled. The boy starts to laugh.

"Seaweed Brain, you're such a dolt," to me she added, " The Cyclops our friend. And

don't mind Percy. He isn't called Seaweed Brain for nothing."

The boy, who I assume is Percy, stops laughing. He mutters something like " My own

girlfriend thinks I'm stupid. Figures. She's the daughter of Athena, so she's all of that

smart trash."

I laugh, then all of his words register with me. Daughter of Athena? They must be crazy.

" Um, I think I'm at the wrong place. Is this a crazy camp or something?" I said.

Percy exchanges a look with his girlfriend. It was one of those Oh, How naïve some

people are looks.

The girl notices my discomfort. "Percy, we should get her to Chiron. He can explain it

better than us."

Few Hours Later

"So all the gods are real?' I asked incredulously.

"Greek gods. We're not sure about god, God." said Chiron. Oh, did I mention? Chiron's a

centaur.

"I remembered something from school. Aren't you the son of -," I was cut off by Percy,

who looked dangerously angry.

The girl, Annabeth I now know, said, " That's neither here or there. Don't mention him

again. He caused one of our friends to join him and made our friend his host body. Do

not talk about the Crooked One."

"Well who's my godly parent?" I asked.

"Judging by your resemblance to Percy, I'd say Poseidon. But we would have to make

sure." said Chiron.

"Percy, give Mia your other sword your father gave you." Annabeth commanded him.

" You mean the emerald ring? That's special, I'm not giving it to -," he was cut of by

Annabeth.

"You will give it to her. We are just testing her." She said.

Percy sighed and removed a ring from his right hand. He handed the ring to me. Only

now, it was a sword.

"Meet me at the arena in ten. Make sure she has some decent clothes." He said before

heading out.

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