A/N: I don't Percy Jackson and the Olympians or Heroes of Olympus, they're owned by Rick Riordan, only OC's and plotlines are mine. Enjoy the story.

PERCY

"Class!" The teacher called out to the class, "We have a new student today." She looks intently at Percy and whispers to him "Go on child, introduce yourself to the class."

Percy being the introvert and shy person he is, obviously in an attempt to impress his classmates, stammers, "H-h-hi, m-my name's Per-rcy Jackson.", obviously afraid of the judgmental looks that he was going to get in the next few moments. There are a few hellos spoken to him and he smiles inwardly, and thinks, maybe just maybe I'll get friends here.

"Aright, now that the formality is over with, you may grab a seat." The teacher says, who Percy, now notices having a shrivelled and old looking pale skin, mixed with the wrinkles on her face, and her black hair cut short. She had full onyx coloured eyes and wore a quiet worried expression whilst glancing at him.

I took a seat next to a blond boy.

"Psst." The boy around my age called out to me. "Wanna be friends?" The look on my face must've been priceless, because he then started waving his hands in front of my face." Hello, anybody home?" He said with a hint of amusement in his voice." Y-y-eah." I replied.

"Why are you so scared? I don't bite you know!" He said. I glanced at him. He looked around my age, eight years old, his hair was a mess and he had a Caucasian look to his face. He had brown eyes coupled with a pale white skin. He wore blond hair and could've been let off as a stereotypical Caucasian, but his build said otherwise, he had a fit and athletic body and already had a bulge where the biceps should be. He had this mischievous glint in his eyes. An early bloomer maybe? I was smart that way. Mom told this to me every time I would get a C- in my exam, which was unsurprisingly, quite a lot. I was dyslexic. Or so I was told. I could read Ancient Greek very easily, Mom told me that it was a rare ability not many get, and I was stunned to know that. Maybe I'm different. But was it a good thing? I was soon going to find out.

The sharp sound of the bell awoke me from my person cavern of thoughts, and I looked up to see the kid still staring at me, waiting for an answer. "I would be glad to be your friend ….. " I stopped hinting at him to tell me his name. "Castellan, Luke Castellan." He replied and shook my hand.

The next few days were bizarre. I got dreams. Not just any dreams, weird ones. A horse fighting an eagle, someone pulling me into a big black void. I didn't know what to do. To aggravate the situation, I started seeing what the Greek Mythology books called Empousa and Cyclops. Yeah, the single eyed burly monsters. They would glance and sneer at me. Was I their arch-enemy or something?

Luke head-slapped me back to reality.

"Do you day-dream that much?" He asked curiously. "Umm- I'm dyslexic-" I said, "-It comes with the package."

"What a co-incident, I must say, I'm dyslexic too." He said calmly as if it was a good thing. We walked outside. "Why does Miss Siphone look at me like I'm a disease?" I asked Luke, with a tinge of annoyance in my voice. We became BFFs instantly, and used to hang out every weekend. The peculiar thing was he never invited me over to his house. He would always stall an attempt whenever I asked him about his family.

"I seriously don't know, Percy." He replied coolly. We turned around a corner to see Miss Siphone glaring at me.

"Mr. Jackson, where had you been?" She asked in a low but cutting voice. "Sorry, Miss Siphone, I lost track of time." I replied." Very well, please come with me to the principal's office."

I had enough. I was tired of getting called into the Principal's office. Last week, it was for an apparent incident where I created a small crater, the size of a tennis ball, in the middle of the canteen, after Nancy Bobofit, a kleptomaniac girl started to bully me. How it happened, I don't know. "Mr. Jackson!" She practically screamed this time. "Principal's office, now!" I did the only thing I could think of to get away with whatever I did.

I ran.

That's where my troubles started. I turned another corner and froze. Before me were two one –eyed big muscled Cyclops.

"Ooh! Demi-god meat! Lovely!" The one on the right said. I started to turn and run away, but I had a hunch I would lose the sprint against two Cyclops. I tried and used my brain. I slid under a bench to stay hidden.

After a brief time of about an hour, I slid out and let out a breath I didn't knew I held. But something behind me snapped. Leaves.

The next thing I knew I was hit on the heat with a golf sized club and everything faded to black. My last thought was. Oh I'm Percy-kebab now.