Alright, so this is my first fanfiction. It's summer. I'm bored. Why not write a fanfiction for my favorite series ever?

Hope you enjoy :)

Disclaimer: I own absolutely no characters or places in this story so far, nor do I claim to do so. It all belongs to the wonderful Rick Riordan, who I am totally jealous of for creating a character like Percy. But, I do not own him. *sigh*

You know how most people don't really have memories from when they were really young? Like, you may have a couple really significant ones, but you just can't remember a typical day as a toddler? Me? I wish I couldn't. But no matter how hard I try to forget, I still remember the day my destiny began to unfurl: my fourth birthday.

Let's start this tale from the start, shall we?

About fifteen or so years ago, a man stepped foot onto the Montauk beach in New York. He was tall, tan, and muscular. Dark hair, sea green eyes, and a confident smile. All the women swooned over this man. He wore Bermuda shorts and a t-shirt displaying a cartoon tide coming in on a calm ocean. Just one look at this guy, and anybody could see that he loved the ocean.

Sally Jackson wasn't like the other girls. She was not swooning, and she certainly wasn't going to go flirt with him like the others. She was at Montauk with her friends, enjoying her summer vacation. But what caught this man's attention was her sight. I don't mean that she had 20-20 vision. I mean that she could see things the others couldn't. She saw things that most people would call myths.

They aren't myths.

What really caught the Beach-dude's attention was when everybody had been ushered inside of their cabins after a vicious dog came barreling onto the shores. They all saw a foaming, rabid pit bull. She saw an enormous black creature resembling a bloodhound, except for the fact that it was the size of a garbage truck and had glowing red eyes. Sally Jackson had seen things like this her whole life. She thought she was crazy, because everybody else was blind to the truth. Except beach-dude.

He knew exactly what the monster was: a hellhound straight from Tartarus.

Yes, I mean Tartarus. And yes, I mean hellhound. Everything you've heard about in Greek mythology? It's all true.

It's my life.

And if you haven't guessed, it's Sally and Beach-dude's lives as well.

Sally finally knew she wasn't crazy. She finally felt at peace. And the fact that they could both see the truth led them to grow closer. They fell in love.

And later, Sally gave birth to son. A boy with black hair and sea-foam green eyes, just like his father. A son they both knew had a hard life ahead of him. A son they knew had a great destiny.

That was me. Sally Jackson is my mom. Beach-dude? He's my father.

I'm Percy Jackson.

Beach-dude didn't stay with my mom. He left, but my mom wasn't upset. She knew why he had to go. The hard part was raising me, knowing what I had to soon go through.

I don't think she realized how soon.

Apparently, I'd been a tough baby. I was never quiet and never still. I was as stubborn as a rock. I could tell my mom had a hard time with me, but she tried her best not to show it. She loved me too much.

Then, I was blowing out my four striped candles, my mom cheering next to me. I wished for cake. Instead, I got kidnapped.

Okay, so I wouldn't exactly call it "kidnapped". More like, "snatched for my own benefit". Even now, at fourteen years old, I can still remember that day as if it just happened.

The flames on my blue striped candles had just been extinguished, when everything seemed to slow down. Shadows seemed to grow and fill the room, until we were in darkness.

"Percy?" My mother called.

I wanted to answer. I wanted to call out to her, reach out to her. But a cold and powerful voice spoke for me. "Sally, your time is up,"

I squinted trying to see anything, but it was pitch black.

"No," My mother said, sounding confident, but I could tell that, inside, she was afraid. She knew that voice, and she knew what it meant. She was going to lose her little boy. "Please," She pleaded. "The prophecy doesn't apply for another twelve years. Give us more time,"

The thundering voice shook, and the room rumbled, as if the man speaking were a storm right in our kitchen. "We need all the time we can get. You're lucky we let you have him at all,"

I could tell my mother was crying. "Percy doesn't need this,"

It's for his own good," The voice boomed.

"No, it's only for your good!" She replied in an angered voice. I had never heard her use that tone before. I was confused. Nothing the two said was making any sense. I felt my skin prickle, like static electricity was popping along my neck. I wanted the light to come back, and I wanted to be able to see my mom again. The situation was terrifying, and it still scared me, even now that I understand what was going on.

The room shook. "It's for the entire world's good!" The noise was so loud, I thought my eardrums would burst. I started to cry.

"Percy!" My mom called. I could feel her reach for me, and I tried to reach back, but I was frozen in place. No matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't move a muscle. "Percy!" She called again, more desperately.

There was a flash, and for a moment, I could see my mother's face: sheer terror.

That was the last I saw of her.

The next few moments were a blur. I felt like I was flying, frying, and being squeezed into pulp all at once. During that moment, I thought I was dying. But when I opened my eyes, they nearly popped out of my head.

In front of my was a narrow stone pathway, winding up farther and farther. In the far distance, I made out a tall mountain with a snowy peak. Dotted around its base were large marble palaces. There were so many, and they looked amazing. I saw a coliseum and amphitheaters, terraces and markets. Golden statues and braziers dotted the city. I looked up to see the largest palace. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Even at four, I knew was true beauty really was.

So what does a curious four-year-old do? He ventures into the unknown. I wasn't scared of the place, but I did get a tugging feeling in my gut that told me to leave; however, I blatantly ignored it, too much in awe and bliss.

After a few moments, I looked behind me, and my eyes nearly popped out again. I had just walked away from a single elevator. There was nothing behind it. Clouds seemed to surround the area, and I set my gaze towards the east. This couldn't be real. I was in a city in the clouds.

To me, I had always imagined heaven like this. Maybe I had died, like I thought. I had heard good things about this place, so I started to move faster. In fact, the city seemed to energize me and fill me with a longing happiness. I was giddily skipping by the time I reached the first few people.

One was a big buff dude with small dark sunglasses. He had a crew cut and he was covered in scars, as if he fought a lot of people. Something told me that this guy always won. He scowled a little when he saw me, but said nothing. His look alone sent a message to me: beat it.

The other was a woman. One look and I was in a trance. Her beauty was mesmerizing. She had curly hair that fell in cascades down her back. She wore a blue silky dress, her fingers perfectly manicured. She smiled at me, and I almost forgot who I was. She was perfect.

I blurted, "You're really, really pretty, lady," Being four and all, this comment didn't really embarrass me. The dude resembling a biker scoffed while the women stepped closer to me and smiled like I had just made her day.

"Thank you!" She said in a voice as perfect as her looks. "Who might you be, cutie?" (A/N: Honestly, I agree with Aphrodite, even though Percy is fictional. I mean, what girl that has read PJO hasn't wished Percy was real? Um, sorry for the interruption.) I admit being called a "cutie" made me flush a little, but it made me feel really good. It's not like I'd never been called cute before, but it sounded ten times better coming from this woman.

"Percy Jackson," I said, bouncing on my heels.

"I'm Aphrodite," She said, shaking my hand.

The biker dude got impatient."What in Hades are you doing here, kid?" He asked, obviously miffed I was stealing the attention of his beautiful lady.

"Now Ares," Aphrodite said gently but powerfully. I looked between the two of them, and for a second, Aphrodite looked like my mom. That image sent a jolt through my spine. Where was she? Was she here too? What had happened earlier?

"I'm looking for my mom," I answered.

Aphrodite blinked. "Is your mother a goddess?"

I thought about that. "She looks like one," I actually didn't really know what a goddess looked like, but I had heard others call really pretty women "goddesses".

"Aww," She cooed. Aphrodite seemed to think for a moment. "What about your father?"

I was confused. It had always just been me and my mother. Did I really have a father? I simply shrugged, not knowing how to answer that question. This sent a knowing look into her eyes, as if she knew my father. Then, out of the blue, she splashed water on me. I didn't even see where the water came from. I looked at her in slight annoyance. The water dripped off my shirt, but I didn't get wet. I never got wet.

She tapped her chin while Ares tapped his foot impatiently. "Percy, I think I know who your father is,"

"You do?" My eyes widened. So I did have a father! Why had I never met him before? A million questions bubbled in my head and flowed out through my mouth. "Where is he? What is he like? Is he old? Does he like the color blue? Will he -" Aphrodite placed a finger on my lips, gently telling me to stop talking. Ares chuckled.

"Why don't we go find out," She declared with a grin. She took my hand, which was warm and soft. I held on tightly. Ares stood on Aphrodite's other side and draped an arm casually over her shoulders. He looked pretty smug, until Aphrodite pushed his arm off, giving him a look. Yeah, Ares definitely did not like me.

He grumbled something about stupid sea spawn and sword practice, then gruffly left. Aphrodite didn't seem to notice. She led me towards some of the smaller palaces. I was overjoyed and started skipping again. Aphrodite giggled. "Percy, you are seriously the most adorable boy I've ever met,"

I replied with a sheepish grin, making her giggle harder. "Aphrodite?" I asked, making her diminish her laughs.

"Yes, Percy?" The way she said my name made me swoon a little.

"Are you a goddess?" The question had just popped in my mind. It would make sense that this woman was either a goddess or an angel.

She laughed lightly. "Yes, Percy. I am the goddess of beauty and love,"

I nodded. "That makes sense," I said with a smile. I guess I was just too adorable, because Aphrodite's face was shining.

"Cute and sweet," She mused. "You can expect a wonderful love story in your future, Percy," I didn't quite understand what she meant, but I assumed it was a good thing that the goddess of love was going to guide my love life. Toddlers don't really care about this stuff normally, but even the darkest person would have felt giddy about love around Aphrodite.

Before I could reply, a chill went through my spine, like a cold chunk of ice was using my back as a water slide. I stopped dead in my tracks.

"What is it, Percy?" Aphrodite sounded concerned. I looked around, but saw only brilliant temples and other architecture. Nothing that could make me feel cold and scared. It was the same feeling I got earlier after I blew out my candles and everything got dark. That booming voice... and now my mom was gone. Something told me that the man who caused this whole mess was near. I wanted to tell Aphrodite about all of this, but I wanted to seem brave in front of her. I plastered on a confident look and shook my head. "Nothing,"

She eyed me a little, obviously not believing me, but shrugged. We continued walking. A large structure loomed before us. Other civilians skirted around it, as if there was something absolutely terrifying about the place. They eyed it wearily. I could hear rumbling inside. I didn't want to go near that building, but that was exactly where Aphrodite was leading me towards.

"Percy, how did you get here?" Aphrodite asked, breaking the silence. Her smile was gone, replaced by a curious look.

I thought about that for a moment. "I don't know," I mumbled. "I woke up by the elevator," I gestured with my head towards where I had come from.

Aphrodite nodded in understanding, but she still had that look of curiosity plastered on her beautiful features. "What happened before you woke up?"

"I had a dream about winning a NASCAR race,"

She stifled a giggle. "Before that,"

My eyebrows furrowed. I still wasn't sure what had happened. I hoped I would find out soon and go home. I was starting to feel a little homesick. I missed my mother. Nevertheless, I said what this whole city made me think: "I think I died,"

I thought Aphrodite would confirm what I said. Or that she might look at me like I was psycho. Or try to comfort me. But she simply burst out in laughter, hugging her sides. This went on for a minute, and I just stood there awkwardly, feeling really stupid. While Aphrodite wiped away some tears, I asked, "So this isn't heaven?"

Her charming smile had returned. She shrugged a little, as if saying so-so. "No, child," She turned to fully face me and took both of my hands, making my cheeks heat up. "This is Olympus, home of the gods,"

So, what did ya'll think? I actually pulled an all-nighter last night and spent a few hours writing this. It was just a random thought that popped into my brain yesterday. I'm definitely continuing this story, whether you guys think it stinks or not.

Please, PLEASE review! I love constructed criticism. It'll really help improve my writing.

I can already tell I'll love everybody that reads or reviews, or anything like that. Thanks guys!

~Ms. Blueberry Muffin