Disclaimer: As brilliant as I may be, I did NOT create the Percy Jackson series or any of the major characters. If you don't recognize a character from the books, then I most likely randomly came up with them to fill a small part in the story. This is MY version of book five, so if I don't finish it before the fifth book comes out, this'll just be my way of looking at the book.

CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is welcome. Please no flames saying "this sucks". If you're going to call my work sucky, tell me how I can make it unsucky. =) If you read my entire rant here, you deserve a cookie. *gives you a cookie*

And yes, the entire story will be from Percy's POV.

Percy Jackson and the Last Olympian [Dobbin-style]

Chapter One: Of High School Musical and Dolphins

Have you ever seen High School Musical 2? I know, a normal 15-going-on-16 year old boy shouldn't normally be watching crappy movies like that, but hey, I was bored and nothing was on cable. But anyway, do you remember at the beginning when everyone in the classroom started chanting, "Summer. Summer. Summer."? Well, some boneheads in my last class, English, decided to start that up on the last day of good ol' Goode High School. So I was stuck listening those numbskulls for the last five minutes of the school year.

Now, I normally wouldn't have minded their little mindless mantra, but instead of hearing "summer" playing repeatedly in my head, I kept hearing "doom" or "destruction" or other words like that beginning with "d". See, I, Perseus Jackson (seriously, don't ask about the name), am a half-blood, which means that I'm half-mortal, half-god. No, not THE God. I'm not Jesus reborn or anything. I mean that I'm half Greek god. Meaning that Poseidon's my father, Hades is my uncle, and Apollo's my cousin.

Go figure.

Now, I guess most normal half-bloods wouldn't have such depressing thoughts. But, you see, I'm special. There's this prophecy that the next child of the Big Three (which are Zeus, Poseidon, Hades) who turns 16 years old and miraculously doesn't get themselves killed beforehand will make a decision that'll either save or destroy Mt. Olympus. And, unless some random kid of Zeus or Hades's pops up, it looks like it'll be me. That's like the best birthday present I could've ever asked for, huh?

Yeah, sure.

Ah well, I guess you'd be thinking I'd be cherishing my last moments in my high school though, right? I mean, considering that this may be the last time I'll ever go to a high school, or see so many mortals whose mouths I want to tape shut gathered together in the same room. But, I don't know. I guess the idea that I would have to go face-to-face with the Titan Lord, Kronos, who had to die, hadn't really sunken in. I mean, do you really daydream about either saving or destroying Western Civilization once you turn sixteen years old? I don't think so.

BRRRRRRRRRRING! I sighed deeply. "Thank the gods," I mumbled to myself, rubbing my forehead. As I got up, I accidentally bumped into a girl and she dropped all of her books. (who has books on the last day of school? I honestly was thinking she was crazy.)

"My bad," I said, bending down to help her get her stuff together. She was grumbling under her breath about klutzy guys and how this always happens to her, but once I handed her a stack of her things that I had picked up and handed them to her, she looked up at me, and turned scarlet. She rushed to pick up her things and ran away in five seconds flat. I just stood there looking shocked. Finally, I just shook my head and walked away. "Well, I think somebody just broke the record on the mile," I muttered. That had happened a couple of times this year – girls staring at me. Sometimes, it was a bit flattering, but at times like these, it was just plain annoying. This was just a waste of time – I really needed to track down Rachel.

Rachel, though a mortal, had become one of my best friends. She was one of the few mortals who could see beyond the Mist, that illusion that existed basically so that one of those silly mortals wouldn't realize that the Greek gods really did exist. As for those who couldsee beyond the Mist, well, you couldn't just tell your mom that you had just seen a Chimera, could you? So our secret was pretty safe. Rachel knew she wasn't hallucinating though.

I found her, too, right on the steps of the school, drawing something. Hey, wait. What is that?In my super-stealthy demigod ways, I slowly snuck up on her, peering over her shoulder. It looked like a… fountain? No, it was the sea. I could see that now. It was, well, beautiful. I mean, sons of Poseidon like me really appreciate the sea, but it really was good. Really good. It was around sunset, with the water reflecting the setting sun, and the fish and dolphins in their natural setting, rather than jumping up in the air, like some bozo artists like to do. It was the best sketch I had ever seen. I sort of drew my breath.

Well, my super-sneaky demigod skills just FAILED. She jumped, and seeing me, got a little mad.

"PERCY! What the heck's wrong with you, sneaking up on people like that?" Rachel said, her face during red with anger. Red face, red hair – man, she looked like a volcano. "Did you see my drawing?" she said, getting a bit defensive. I guess that was something I wasn't supposed to see. Oops.

Seeing as there was no use in lying to her, I nodded. "It's really good," I admitted. "Like, crazy good."

Her face was still red, but now it was more like from blushing. "Thanks. It was gonna be a surprise for you, since, you know, you have to go defeat evil and stuff." It was a bit hard for her to say this too. We hadn't really spoken about it so much, since, you know, the result was death. If it was mine or someone else's, we didn't know.

"Well, it'll still rock. Anyways, it'll be finished when I come back, right?" I needed her to say yes on this one. She had to say yes here. If she didn't, well, things would get a whole lot more awkward.

"Mhmm," she muttered, giving me a small smile. I could tell it took some effort.

"Hey, you're coming with us down to the beach, right, later in August?" I asked, quickly changing the subject. By "us", I meant my mom and my new mortal stepdad, Paul, and, well, me. "Paul says he might even let me take his car out for a spin."

Now she really smiled. "Count me in. Any day without my family is a great day." Rachel's family and her weren't so close, I guess you could say. It wasn't something we really talked about. Her dad was some major land contractor, who bought up the wilderness and build condominiums and stuff on it. Rachel hates it.

"Cool," I said with a grin.

So with that, we set off, with me leaving Goode High School for, maybe, the last time in my life.

I tried to get this as close as I could to The Last Olympian's sneak peek, which I may/may not post as my next chapter. But I started writing this about six months ago, and just now found it/decided to finish it. Reviews are GREATLY appreciated. And, hey, maybe check out Daydream? xD That's my PercyxCalypso one-shot. But I'm pretty much a Percabeth fan, and that's what this'll be. With some PercyxRachel mixed him. Fun, huh?^^

Ahem. Again. SEND IN THOSE REVIEWS. =) I love to read 'em.

Sorry if it was a bit short. Believe me, I've got about three chapters done, from waiting for the site to come back up.^^ Sneak peek's Chapter 3, but I'll release 2 AND 3 tomorrow. Again, REVIEW!

Title fails. Sorry.