A/N: Hello people of the Internet! Welcome to my first story ever. Like, ever. I mean, I haven't written anything along the lines of this before. Therefore, it's sort of generic, but it is my first one after all. So! Please review. Or not, I can't tell you what to do. But please, do review. Even if it's saying that my writing is terrible. I'd honestly rather have negative feedback than no feedback at all. But please, if you say my story is not good, please give me suggestions. I want to improve.

Anyways, that's all I have to say, so please enjoy!

No it's not! I'm extremely sorry about what happened with the chapter when I posted it. Thanks to the four people who reviewed to bring this to my attention - I think the problem has been fixed now. This update fixes that massive error and brings some small word choice improvements here and there.

Again, thanks for sticking with me, and here's Chapter 1 done correctly.

Chapter 1

(Percy POV)

Hi. I'm Percy, up until recently, the Hero of Olympus. I'm miserable. My life is in pieces. You're probably thinking something like this: What? The greatest Hero of Olympus (twice) like ever is now miserable and has nothing to live for? What happened?

Well, I guess there's nowhere else to start but the beginning. You see, Poseidon wasn't kidding when he told me he would send some siblings over the summer after the second Titan War. What he didn't tell me was that my new half-brother was an arrogant jerk – you know, the kind who swaggers around and talks with a dirty mouth.

Anyways, this kid shows up on Half-Blood hill the summer after the second Giant War against Gaea. He was running away from some monster, a dracanae, I think. Just looking at him, I knew he was a son of Poseidon right away – he had black hair (like mine, though his was less messy) and green eyes (a bit paler than mine).

He came running up the hill, then turned and produced a small bronze throwing knife. At the time, I had no idea where he had managed to get a celestial bronze throwing knife, but he had one. He gripped it very awkwardly and managed to nail the monster in the shoulder. I guess that dracanae was pretty weak, because it burst into golden dust upon impact.

The kid came swaggering down the hill, where at this point a large number of campers had gathered, and he walked straight towards me.

"Hello, brother," he sneered. "Bet you didn't have to beat a monster as tough as a dracaena your first day, did you?"

I was surprised he knew about the mythological world and even knew what Camp was, but I was more concerned with how he knew we were brothers. In response to my look of surprise, he sneered again.

"Yeah, yeah, I know all about the mythological world and camp. Wanna guess why?" He paused here for suspense. "Dad told me."

This shocked me even more, because I now knew that A: he was a jerk, and B: my father, AKA Poseidon, claimed him outside of camp and basically handed him the tools he needed to get to camp safely. That's where he must've gotten that knife from before.

When I offered no reply, he pranced over towards the big house and slammed his fist on the door to knock. Everyone was staring at him with shock, but also with a light bit of admiration, which made me mad. I had to beat the Minotaur on my first day without a weapon while protecting Grover who was passed out moaning about food at the time, and everyone at camp had still assumed I was a newbie. Heck, I even would up in the girls bathroom with my head being forced into a toilet.

I watched the door open and my brother disappear inside. Shaking my head, I trudged back towards the Poseidon cabin.

It had been a few days since Matt (that was my new half-brother's name) arrived, and life had steadily been growing more difficult for me. Matt walked around like he owned the place, which was annoying enough, but he also managed to gain the respect of some of the campers, including some of my old friends. That hurt a lot knowing that my oldest friends who had been at my side for years were now flocking towards my upstart brother. Even Annabeth has been glancing at him every so often, and that has me worried.

That day, I had been continuing my training, hacking and slashing with Riptide, when Matt walked in, soon to be followed by a gaggle of Aphrodite girls. I tried to ignore it, but I couldn't concentrate with all the cheering, so I looked over to see what was going on. I saw the group of girls yelling madly whenever Matt slashed at a straw dummy with a sword. I looked him over – his stance was all wrong and his hands were gripping his sword in an awkward position.

I still couldn't concentrate, so I eventually decided to just call it quits for the day when I heard an annoying voice behind me.

"Hey, brother," Matt said arrogantly. "Want to fight me? Or am I too tough for you?"

At this point I was a little pissed with the nerve of the kid. Does he not know that I fought Kronos one on one, sailed through the original Sea of Monsters, and even survived freaking Tartarus? Still, I wasn't one to back down from a fight, so I decided to play along with his little game.

When I turned around to face him, my face was contorted into a cruel smile. "Of course," I replied. "Let's see how you do with a moving target instead of a dummy."

His face flickered with annoyance for a brief second but was quickly changed to a mask of smugness. "You're on!"

I readied my battle stance as he charged towards me, bringing his hands down with a slash that I easily parried way without much effort. He continued taking slow, lumbering swings at me, and I continued to roll and duck out of the way, barely swinging my sword. Wow, I thought. I expected him to be bad, but not this bad.

At this point, I got tired of toying with him. Suddenly, I became a whirlwind of slashes and stabs, catching him completely off guard. I never actually impaled him, but I made sure to leave quite a few cuts and bruises.

"Not so confident now, are we?" I taunted during my attack. My brother's face twisted into unveiled rage.

"I'll get you for that!" he shouted and stabbed towards my stomach. It was laughably easy to dodge, and taking advantage of his outstretched sword, I twisted his wrist forcing him to drop it before leveling Riptide at his throat.

"Yield," I asked calmly.

I won't lose to scum like you!" he shouted defiantly before attempting to back out of my reach. In response I shoved him to the ground and leveled my sword at him again.

"Yield," I asked again.

"Never," Matt said, even though he wasn't exactly in a position where he could do anything.

"Then so be it," I stated, sighing with fake sadness before smashing the hilt of my sword into his forehead, instantly knocking him unconscious.

Just then, Poseidon flashed in with a brilliant burst of light, and he looked angry.

"Perseus, what have you done!" he yelled out.

A/N: Well that's it. I hope you enjoyed reading it, and stay tuned for the next chapter. Or not, I can't force you to do that. But please, do continue reading if you want.

Oh, and thanks for reading.