Disclaimer!: I do not own the Percy Jackson series. All credit goes to Rick Riordan.

Author's note: This is my first good story. Emphasis on the good. Well, I hope you guys like my story. Read and ….Enjoy. You thought I was going to say review, didn't you? Well, review anyway…. OR DIE.

I woke up in a bed. My head was aching. I tried to sit up, but I couldn't. People were in the room. Across from my bed was someone else. I think he was having surgery. I don't know. I tried to get up once more, but my back was keeping me down. The other guy started to scream. I heard the sound of a needle gun. Then the screaming subsided. The guy was coming over to me, and he had a gun in his hand. He pointed it at my head. And I fainted.

Flashback begins:

There was a guy sitting next to a bed, with someone who looked very sick. The boy was crying. It looked like his mother was dying or something. I noticed it was me. My mother was dying. I looked down at her. Tears all over my face. I held my mother's hand and told her I would do anything to keep her alive. She told me, if I wanted to make her happy, I would go where she told me. She told me to go to Camp Half-blood.

Flashback ends:

I was in a different place now. It looked like an infirmary. There were two people standing in front of my bed, holding hands, just waiting. I woke up, sat up, and I looked at the two teenagers who were looking at me.

"Get up, sleepy head." Said the girl

"Yeah, we don't want you to be lazy. You need to be trained." Said the boy standing next to her.

"I've had a very bad….dream... Could I be alone for a while?"

"Sure, no problem." Said the girl

After that, they left. I sat there in silence, until I heard someone screaming in pain. A bunch of kids were healing him up. He looked like he'd be shot. Then I noticed who he was. He was the kid who was in the bed next to be, before I came here, at least. He had been shot. I looked around myself, trying to find any wound. I noticed I had a wound on my right shoulder. I had been shot as well. I tried to stay calm, but then, I remembered what my mother had told me. 'Go to Camp Half-Blood, that will keep you safe, and it will make me happy.' That was the last time I heard my mother's voice, and it will be the last. I stood up and started to leave the infirmary.

"Hold it, sir." I heard a girls voice behind me. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine, thank you." I replied.

"You think you will be okay if you leave? Do you want someone to lead you to your cabin?"

"Where am I?" I asked the girl.

"You're at Camp Half-Blood, sir."

"May I leave the infirmary?"

"Yes, but if you feel anything wrong, come back, and we will see if anything Is wrong."

As I left, all I could think about is that I actually made it to Camp Half-Blood. I have completed my goal. But now, the hardest part is to fit in with the campers. When I left the building, I saw around 50 campers around the volleyball court, with a team of girls playing. They are better then I will ever be. I walked out further, until I heard something running after me. I turned around, and found it was the guy who was waiting for me to wake up at the infirmary.

"Hey, uhm, I'm Percy. The son of Poseidon." The boy stated.

"excuse me, you mean, the Greek god of the sea?" I asked, completely confused.

"Yeah, Camp Half-Blood is for people who have godly parents. So, your mother or father is a Greek God."

I couldn't think. How could this happen. Is this why his mother sent him here. Because his father was an Olympian. Then he had a headache. Percy backed away.

Flashback begins:

"Shane," My father said in a deep voice, "I'm going on a long trip, I'll be back in 2 months. I need you to take care of your mother for me. I will miss you and your mother so much."

I started busting out in tears. I cried so much, I was only 4. I said,

"Daddy! Please don't go! Please! I'll give you my money!" I picked up my penny collection, and I shoved it into his arms. He took one penny. There was only one like it in the world. It was a golden penny. I gave it to him so he would remember me. He gave me a golden coin; he called it a golden drachma. He told me not to tell, or show anyone it. He also had given me a pure golden feather. He told me not to show anyone that either. He told me to be careful with it, because he said someone named Hephaestus forged it himself.

"No, son. I have to go. I have to make money. I will send you messages every week."

"I'll start a lemonade stand! I'll sell ice cream! I'll do anything! But please, just stay!"

Flashback ends:

I rubbed my temples. My head hurt. I stumbled over and ran into Percy. I fell over. He helped me up, and he took me to the Hermes' cabin. I picked my spot on the floor. I lid my stuff on the floor. I pulled out my gold drachma. I've seen many gold drachma's. But none like mine. And I remembered I had left my golden feather at home. But when I was looking through my clothes in my bag, I found my golden feather. It was in the left pocket of my second pair of jeans. About an hour later, I went outside, and I took the drachma with me, and my feather. I grabbed the feather, and I squeezed it in my hands. In a couple seconds, the feather sprouted into a sword. It was a dark yellow colour. As I dropped the sword when it popped in my hands, I went to pick it up. There was also a note on the ground. I picked it up and it said,

'Whoever owns this sword, please, be careful. This sword is one of the most dangerous swords I have ever made. It isn't imperial gold, it isn't stygian iron, and it isn't celestial bronze. I smelted all those ore's together, and I made a super sword. I call this sword, Excalibur. This sword isn't to be messed around with. Please, be safe with this sword.

With best wishes,

Hephaestus.'

I folded the note, and stuck it in my pocket. This sword was named Excalibur. That name creeped me out. It was forged by Hephaestus, the forge god himself. It was made out of the three rarest ore's in the world. Imperial gold, stygian iron and celestial bronze. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know anyone at camp, so I wasn't about to tell everyone I have a sword forged by Hephaestus himself. It's one of the most dangerous swords in the whole world. I had also heard about another absolutely rare sword called Riptide. I heard rumours that that Percy guy had Riptide. It was a gift from him father, Poseidon.

I was walking to my cabin, and I bumped into a camper. Her name was Clarisse, and she had anger issues.

"Watch your step, punk." Clarisse growled at me.

"Watch your mouth, sissy." I growled back.

"What did you say?" Clarisse was getting pissed off now.

"I told you, that your mouth is full of shit."

I heard everyone in the crowd yell, 'Fight.' As Clarisse's friends came behind her.

"That's it punk." She lunged at me. I jumped out of the way, and squeezed my feather, and my sword grew 5 feet into my hands. The dark yellow blade glowed in the sunlight. She drew her spear. An electric spear. Then I heard someone come from behind me. I quickly turned around and put my sword up to his throat. He looked terrified. I lifted my sword away from his neck, and focused on Clarisse. Surprisingly, the kid helped me. I got distracted by Annabeth and Percy, who was terrified of what they were seeing. Then, Clarisse stabbed me with her spear. I got up, no pain done.

"How—" Before she got to finish her sentence, I smacked the butt of my sword between her eye's, knocking her out cold instantly.

I walked over to the kid who helped me.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"My name is Josh." He told me. "What's your name?"

"My name Is Shane. I'm new to this camp. Haven't gotten a chance to fit in yet.

"I'm new as well, but I got one friend. A friend I had come to camp with me."

Then I noticed something. He was the kid screaming in pain. The one I woke up next to. Something else I noticed, is that I trust this kid. I should show him the note. I had him come to the beach and I showed him the note.

"How?" He asked.

"I don't know." I replied. "It just happened. It was a gift from my father when I was only 4. He left, and promised he's come back, but it never happened yet."

"Oh, my father left when I was sitting on a beach with him and mom. He said he'd go get us all hotdogs. He winked at mom. And then, he never came back."

"Depressing."

"Yeah, I just, wish i had a chance to say goodbye."

"Me too, bro."

After he left, I sat on the beach for about an hour, just looking at the waves. The wind suddenly stopped when I wished for it to stop. I wished for the waves to stop, but nothing happened. I suppose it was just luck. Well, anyway, I had finally spilled my secret to someone. His name was Josh. I had made one friend at camp. Pretty good for my first day. I'm going to see Josh tomorrow with his friend. We are supposed to be going swimming with a bunch of friends. I can't wait to make new friends. I also can't wait to have all my questions answered.