Prologue
The campers looked up as the huge storm swept over half blood hill, not disturbed by the barrier in the slightest. All the campers came running up the hill for further inspection, there's swords drown. They didn't get halfway before a wind blew them back to the ground. Cries erupted from the demigods as they fell to their knees, never having seen as storm of such intensity. Lightning flashed and campers cried out as a figure appeared in the storm, he flew over the camp, the storm trailing behind him. He came to a stop and flew down to earth. He smiled a wicked smile, his eyes glowing a frightening gold. As Percy watched the figure step forward, withering the grass beneath him, he knew the immortal and all-powerful figure had come for him. Annabeth whimpered beside him, knowing their fate just as Percy did.
Percy sat up in his bed with a gasp, awoken by the terrible dream and hitting his head against a solid material he hadn't known was there. He rubbed the sore spot on his forehead, cursing himself for his stupidity. His thought were disrupted by a loud snoring, who was in his room? It was dark but after a moment his eyes adjusted. He expected to see the bleu walls he always woke up to but this time he looked up to a bunk bed. A bunk bed? He thought, why was he in a bunk bed and more importantly, where was he? He looked around and fell back on the bed, recalling recent events.
He had turned the lock to his dorm room, nervous of what he might find inside. The door opened with a groan as Percy stepped inside. It was a very plain room with a stone tiled floor and two bunk beds set again spotless white walls. The room was so small there was only enough space for one desk between the two bunk beds and shelves built in the beds like draws. It reminded him of a cabin for some reason he couldn't understand. He lay his suitcase on the bed and left the tiny dorm room. As he walked down the hall of the boy's dorm room he looked over his shoulder and glanced at dorm. I should probably unpack he thought to himself but decided against it immediately. His dorm was on the third floor, number 333. Something about the numbers made him dizzy and gave him flashes of an ocean and cabin with big sea horses and beautiful voices. He shook of the feeling, probably nerves he told himself. He was always nervous when coming to a new school, his last school Yancy academy was the eighth on his "Percy-Jackson-unwanting-school-list." Everyone thought he was a rebel, troublemaker and a lazy underachiever but he really just wanted to belong. To be in a place where people appreciated and wanted him there. He never looked for trouble, the problem was trouble seemed to follow him. He was descending the stairs, so lost in thought, (another one of his problems) that he didn't see the student running down the hall until he ran right into him. Percy's first instinct was to pull out his pen for some unexplainable reason, stop being stupid he told himself. He bent down to help the poor guy whose papers were scattered everywhere, muttering his apologies. The guy simply grunted, and left without looking Percy in the eye. Rushing of to whatever was so important with his stack of papers.
"Cheerful as ever," a voice said from behind Percy. Percy turned to see a guy leaning against the staircase, all in black. Percy didn't like that he seemed to look down at his, standing on the top step. At least he is speaking to you Percy thought to himself.
"I am Tris," The guy said in a kind voice, not really matching the whole Goth look. Tris walked down so he stood at Percy's height or rather under. He must have been about 16, yet he was very short for his age.
"Percy." Percy introduced himself.
Tris's smile dropped and Percy was afraid he was familiar with Percy's unfortunate history of being kicked out of schools but the smile returned just as fast.
"Percy...What an unusual name. Oh well, let me show you around."
Tris said with a smile and waited for me to catch up to him. Percy walked over and they decended the last set of stairs and maybe, just maybe Percy thought, I could belong.