A/N: Me and my friends have been waiting FOREVER for the new Percy Jackson book, the Son of Neptune, to come out, ever since The Lost Hero came. So, I just wrote what I think it might be like. It probably won't even come close, but still, read and review please!

1. Percy

Percy woke up with a fish in his mouth. What in the world? He spat out it out, spluttering and choking violently. While wiping his mouth, he could've sworn the fish had said, "Sorry, lord," before swimming away. But fish don't talk. He was imagining it.

He got up. He was in the shallow ends of the ocean, near a deserted beach. It was empty, not a soul in sight. The clouds covered the sun, casting a dark shadow over the light sand.

Percy staggered to his feet. He didn't know why he was in the ocean. Maybe he'd sleepwalked to beach and fell in? Wait- did he have a home near the water? Ok, that was scary. He didn't even know where he lived. He stepped out of the icy cold water. He dragged his feet across the sand and reached the edge, near a tree. There, grass was forming and bunches of palm trees stood. Percy slumped down, resting his back on the trunk. He hadn't realized how exhausted he really was when he was in the water. He could've slept there for a hundred years. Or more.

Before he could close his eyes, someone stepped up from behind him and put something cold and metal to his neck. A blade? Was he being mugged?

"What're you doing here?" the mugger hissed. It was girl, maybe around his age.

Percy stiffened. He wanted to reach into his pocket, but wasn't sure why. Maybe he had some pepper spray?

He reached up with one hand, and quick as lightning, grabbed the girl's wrist. Twisting it, he got up and used her arm as a leverage to bring her down to her knees. It was basic self defense, Percy realized, but he didn't know why he even knew it.

The knife in her hand, a long, golden-colored one, dropped to the ground and Percy picked it up. He had no idea how he'd done that. He thought he'd been too tired to even get up.

Percy pushed the girl away, still holding her knife. She was pretty and lean, like an athlete, not to mention deeply tanned. Her light brown eyes were piercing and her long brown hair had golden streaks in it. She was wearing a breast plate over a purple shirt, jeans, and a helmet. Percy didn't know how he knew it, but the knife he was holding was a dagger, made of gold instead of celestial bronze. Wait- hold up. What was that? He didn't know.

The girl glared up, wary. "Who the heck are you?"

Percy shrugged. "My names Percy, I think."

"You think?" She'd recovered from the fall and got up, ignoring Percy's helping hand. She tried to snatch her dagger back- obviously, she thought Percy was an enemy.

Percy sidestepped away from her, holding the dagger high above his head. She stumbled and scowled. She was fast, but Percy had way better reflexes. Not wanting to be mean to someone he didn't even know, he carefully handed her dagger back, the sharp end facing himself.

Her eyes flashed with confusion. She hesitated, and then grabbed the hilt. She probably thought he was crazy, handing back a weapon to someone who'd attacked him first, but Percy had a feeling he didn't need two weapons. What, wait? Maybe he was crazy.

Before he could process his thoughts, she lunged at Percy. He side-stepped, almost casually, and took a cheap black pen out of his pocket.

She smirked, but looked confused, like 'Why was this creep taking out a pen?'

Percy wanted to know that answer too. On instinct, though, he took off the cap like he'd done it a billion times.

The pen elongated into a three foot long bronze sword with a wicked sharp double edge. Percy and the girl gasped, both staring at the shimmering sword. It looked almost, familiar to Percy. Was it his? The girl lunged again, but Percy blocked her. He easily got inside her defense and, using the sword, disarmed her again.

"Who ARE you?" The girl was obviously furious. "And where'd you get that sword?"

Percy shrugged again.

"Wait- are you mortal?"

Percy blinked. "Like, human? I'm pretty sure I'm human." Since Percy had clearly won the fight, he felt like he got to ask a question too. "Who're you?"

She shot his a dirty look, like she couldn't believe he had the nerve to ask. "Reyna." She kept her distance from Percy's sword, even though he now held it limp by his side.

Percy took the cap and put at the tip of the sword, and it shrunk back.

Reyna looked offended by him. "So, are you a demigod?" She put her knife away, strapping it into her belt. She was breathing hard, but Percy felt fine, though he was really sleepy all of a sudden.

"Demigod? What's that? I'm not a god."

She gazed quizzically at him, suspicion in her eyes. Maybe she thought he was lying.

"I'm serious," he said. "I can't remember anything. All I know is I woke up in the water. I think I hit my head on a rock?"

Reyna glared at him. "You know how to fight… but its different style. Should I take you to Lupa?" She was talking to herself now.

"Who?"

Reyna seemed to have up made up her mind. "Come on. I guess I have to talk you to camp, demigod."

She started walking up a hill covered in yellow grass. Percy followed her, wondering what camp is. And why she kept calling him a demigod.

"Camp?" he asked.

"You'll see," Reyna said seriously.