Authors note: First Percy Jackson story! Woot! There may be a few spoilers so read the books or be warned. I have yet to read the 5th book. I am on that at the moment. I have to save up some money to buy it. Anyway, cheers to my first PJO story! Yay! I am thinking that the time period should be right after the 4th book. Before the 5th one starts. (Since I haven't read it.) Enjoy!

I Never "Warmed Up" To Kickball:

Apollo couldn't give me a break. Not ever. What a coincidence that right after I thought that, the temperature rose 5 degrees? Thank you very much, Apollo. I thought sarcastically. Which wasn't too smart and I must have angered the Sun God even more.

Yes, Sun God. You see, I'm a demigod, or half-blood. This is a fancy name for "I almost die about 20 times a day all because my dad is a Greek God".

Greek Gods? Yes, you heard me right. See, all those myths about Greek Gods and Titans are true. Every bit of mythology is true. I know, because my father is Poseidon. Poseidon the God of the Sea.

So anyway, right now I am at school. My 9th or 10th school in my whole life, I might add. And we just happen to be outside playing kickball in the middle of summer, in Florida. You heard me. Florida. The Sunshine State! Yay! (Sarcasm if you couldn't tell.) Why isn't its nickname "The Fireball of Death"?

This place sucks. I don't live on beach front Florida, where I would love to be, but instead I live in small town Florida. In the middle of summer. Florida. Catch my drift? It's hot.

I have always lived in New York for as long as I could remember, with my mom, Sally Jackson. But this year me and my best friend Grover, a satyr, were sent on a quest by Chiron to look after a student who might be one of us. A demigod. Being a demigod can be very dangerous. Why is that? Monsters.

Monsters are from the underworld and love to have half-bloods as snacks. We are constantly fighting for our lives against the things. The only safe place for people of our kind is at Camp Half-blood. A camp designed to help train half-bloods for the life they will have ahead. AKA: Fighting to stay alive.

That is why Grover and I are here. We have to escort any demigods to the camp, all the way in New York. So you can imagine we are pretty busy people. And we need to find out who the demigod is, like, fast. Once a demigod knows they are demigods, their sent becomes stronger. Yes, scent. And the more likely a monster will show up to eat you.

Now here I am playing outside in the heat with the wind in my face. The horrid humid wind. I notice one of the bigger guys in my grade kick the kickball all the way to the outfield. Lots of cheering from his team, but I am focused on someone else. A young girl about my age, 17 or so, watching the game from the stands. She is the girl that Grover and I were assigned to. Elizabeth Bruckner.

She was of medium height. Long straight black hair and beautiful brown eyes. One look at her and you could tell she was of Asian descent. She was sitting, looking at the buff guy run around the bases. I heard one of the people from my team yell something incoherent and I snapped back in the game.

A ball was hurdling my way and I was supposed to catch it and peg the big, buff looking dude. My battle reflexes came into action. (Also known as my ADHD.) I caught the ball and threw it at the opposing team's member in one swift move. My eyes then darted back to the girl, or where she had been sitting. She was gone. I looked over at Grover who had a foul look on his face and was sniffing the air. Monsters.

"Oh, no…"