Hello old viewers and new viewers! This is a MUST READ thing because you won't understand the story if you don't.

Okay, this is my version of The Son of Neptune. I'm leaving off from when Rick Riordan sneak peek ends.

Now, for those of you who don't know Riordan revealed more of his story to a group of people in New York or something like that.

I learned this from wiki and decided to go searching for it. Around an hour later I found it. Here's the extra part and right after this is where I'm going to pick up from:

Part of him wanted to head west to the ocean; that's where he'd be safest. That's where his power would be greatest. But those Roman guards at the door made him uneasy. Something inside him said, "This isn't my territory. This is dangerous."

"You're right, of course," said a voice next to him. He jumped. At first he thought, Stheno had managed to sneak up on him again. But the old lady sitting in the bushes was even more repulsive then a gorgon. She looked like a hippie that was dumped on the side of the road 40 years ago where she had been collecting trash and rags ever since. She wore a dress made of tie-dyed cloth, ripped up quilts and plastic grocery bags. Her frizzy mop of hair was gray-brown like root beer foam, tied back with a peace sign headband. Worts and moles covered her face. When she smiled, she showed exactly 3 teeth. "It isn't a maintenance tunnel," she confided. "It's the entrance to camp!" A jolt went up Percy's spine. Camp.. yes! That's where he was from! Maybe this was his home. Maybe Annabeth was right. Maybe she was close by. But something felt.. wrong. The gorgons were still on the roof of the apartment building. Then Stheno shrieked with delight and pointed in Percy's direction. The old hippie lady raised her eyebrows. "Not much time child. You need to make your choice." "Who are you?" Percy asked, although he wasn't sure he wanted to know. The last thing he needed was another harmless mortal who turned out to be a monster.

. "Oh, you can call me June." The old lady's eyes sparkled like she had made an excellent joke. "It is June, isn't it? They named the month after me."
"Uh, okay. Look, I should go. Two gorgons are coming and I don't want them to hurt you." June clasped her hands over her heart. "Oh, how sweet. But that is part of your choice." Percy glanced nervously at the hill. The gorgons had taken off their green vests. Wings sprouted from their backs, small bat wings that glistened like brass. Since when did they have wings? Maybe they were ornamental, maybe they were too small to get a gorgon into the air. Then the two sisters leaped off the apartment building and soared toward him. Great, just great. "Yes," June said, as if she was in no hurry. "You can leave me here at the mercy of the gorgons and escape to the ocean. You can make it there safely, I guarantee you. The gorgons will be quite happy to attack me and let you go. In the sea, no monsters will bother you. You'll be safe at the bottom of the sea. You can begin a new life, live to a ripe old age, and escape a great deal of pain and suffering that is in your future." Percy was pretty sure he wasn't going to like the second option. "Or?"

"Or you can do a good dead for an old lady. Carry me to camp with you." "...Carry you?" Percy hoped she was kidding. Then June hitched up her skirts, showing him her swollen purple feet. "I can't get there by myself," she said. "Carry me to camp across the highway, through the tunnel, and across the river." Percy didn't know what river she meant, but it didn't sound easy. June looked pretty heavy. The gorgons were only 50 yards away now, leisurely gliding toward him as they knew the hunt was almost over. "And I should carry you to this camp because?.." "Because it's a kindness!" she said. "And if you don't, the gods will die, the world as we know it will perish, and everyone from your old life will be destroyed. Of course, you don't remember all that so I suppose it doesn't matter. You'll be safe at the bottom of the sea." Percy swallowed. The gorgons shrieked with laughter as they soared in for the kill.

"If I go to camp, will I get my memory back?" "Eventually," June said. "But be warned, you'll sacrifice much, you'll lose the mark of Achilles, and you'll feel pain, misery, and loss beyond anything you've ever known. But you might have a chance to save your old friends and reclaim your old life." The gorgons were circling right overhead, probably studying the old woman, wondering who the new player may be before they struck. "What about the guards at the door?" Percy asked. June smiled. "Oh, they'll let you in, dear. You can trust those two. So, what do you say? Will you help a defenseless, old woman?" Percy doubted June was defenseless. At worst this was a trap. At best this was some kind of test. Percy hated tests! Since he lost his memory, his whole life was one big fill in the blank. He was blank from blank, he felt like blank, and if the monsters caught up with him,he'd be blank. Then he thought about Annabeth: the only part of his old life he was sure about. He had to find her.

"I'll carry you." Percy scooped up the old woman. She was lighter than he expected. Percy tried to ignore her sour breath and her calloused hands that gripped his neck. He made it across the first lane of traffic. The driver honked, another yelled something that was lost in the wind. Most just swerved and looked annoyed, as if they had to deal with a lot of bratty kids carrying old hippy women across the freeway.

Chapter One Percy's POV

June just couldn't keep her mouth shut. She kept talking about old stories. Some that rung a bell to Percy, although he had no idea why or how, and some that sounded completely foreign.

Plus, it was very hard to keep up with them when she kept randomly switching languages. One minute, she'd be telling Percy about her horrid times in her father's stomach in plain English and next thing you know she sounds like some dying goat. Well, that's what it sounded like to Percy. After all, she only had three teeth.

Anyway, she just kept blabbing and she was getting heavier every second. Percy hadn't even realized they were in a river until he felt something brush against his leg.

Percy looked down and noticed he was in around knee deep water. It was a fish that had run into him. Of course, he wasn't surprised when he found himself dry even though he was in water. Percy had figured this out in one of his run-ins with the gorgons.

It was a pretty thick river, he was talking huge. He wasn't even halfway there yet and he had probably been walking for seven minutes or so. As he walked on though, the water got deeper.

The water got so deep that he it was now up to his chin even on his tiptoes. Plus, he was only a quarter of the way there. That was when he saw his first naiad. Or was it a Nereid? No, it was defiantly a naiad. The water of the lake was fresh and even if it was salted Nereids usually stayed in the ocean and not in salt watered rivers.

He didn't know how he knew all of this stuff, but it just sounded right. The naiad smiled and waved at him. Percy felt strangely connected to her and waved back. She dove back into the water and swam ahead.

He walked on and eventually he wasn't able to touch the bottom. June had spotted the river creature and was now on the topic of all her adventures with them.

"Some are very polite I guess, but I should warn you that they can be terrible flirts. Like this one time aut tupotesdicerehoctranslatumest."

Percy tuned her out as soon as she started speaking in the language that he had deciphered as Latin. He was now pushing June out in front of him and doing the breaststroke kick to keep things easier.

He was now probably three quarters of the way there and that's when the naiad came back, except this time she brought friends. Tons of them. Some would stand off to the side and watch him and others would actually get up close and poke him. And all of them giggled. Percy didn't really find them annoying. In fact, it felt good to see some other faces other than the gorgon's ones.

He kept on swimming and they kept on following him. When he finally reached the end they all went back underwater and disappeared. Percy climbed out and set June on the ground.

He looked off into the distance and saw what looked like a giant door about a quarter of a mile away. He also noticed two running figures getting closer by the second.

"A job well done, Perseus Jackson. You kept your end of the deal and know I must keep mine. Don't worry, your memories will slowly return and we shall meet again soon. Goodbye for now, Hero."

As soon as she disappeared Percy had a flashback. Well, at least that's what he assumed what it was.

*Flashback*

Annabeth, the beautiful girl that was the only thing I could sort of remember, was there. She looked deathly ill and we looked like we were sitting on a hotel balcony.

"Right here?" She asked in her sweet voice that almost made me want to cry in relief just by hearing it. She placed one of her fingers on a spot on my back. I could feel myself shiver.

"No, down here." (A/N Sorry, I can't remember exactly how the scene goes and a friend is borrowing my copy of the book so I'm just taking my best whack at it) I lowered her finger just a tad bit and as soon as her finger touched that spot a stabbing pain so fierce ran through my body that it brought be back to reality.

*End of Flashback*

Percy screamed in pain from the torturous feeling coming from his lower back. He looked down at his body and noticed bruises forming everywhere. Percy stopped screaming and noticed that the two figures he saw earlier were now standing over him, one girl and one boy. He had just enough time to study them before he passed out.

The girl had really long, gold colored straight hair and summer green eyes. She was wearing Roman armor over a pair of shorts and a purple shirt. Her expression showed concern and something like fear. Although, the fear didn't seem aimed at him. She held a sixteen inch gold dagger in her hands.

The boy was tall and had sandy blond hair. His eyes were hazel and showed a lot of curiosity. But that was all they showed, no fear, anger, concern, happiness, just curiosity. He had a sheath of arrows on his back and he was carrying a bow. I also noticed he had a sword strapped to his waist too. I watched as he threw down the bow and pulled it out.

"What's your name and what are you doing here?" The way he asked it didn't sound like he was forcing me to answer, not that I could have if I wanted to.

"Frank, it's obvious he's not going to answer us, besides he looked like he just got attacked by a stampede of hellhounds."

The guy shrugged and put away his weapon. He tried to talk to them, to explain everything to them, but his mind didn't him to. His vision was fuzzy and he could no longer here what the other two were saying.

He had just enough time to turn his head to the lake and see the naiads giggling at him again before he passed out.

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