Hello, people of the world! This is my brand-new story! TADA! I really hope you like this it was fun to write!

Disclaimer:

Me: *eating cookies* Om nom nom.

Ugly: Hey, where'd you get those cookies

Me: *guilty look* Um...

Ugly: WHERE'D YOU GET THEM, HOLLIE?

Me: *eats another cookie* your pantry…

Ugly: YOU STOLE MY WEASEL COOKIES? Gimme the box! *grabs box from Hollie, stares*

Me: Heh…sorry.

Ugly: IT'S EMPTY! YOU ATE MY ENTIRE BOX OF WEASEL COOKIES?

Me: Sorry! They're so delicious!

Ugly: You know what's delicious? Logan Lerman…

Me: Hey! Percy Jackson!

Ugly: You don't own that.

Me: Fine. Well then I get Derek from DP.

Ugly: You don't own that, either…

Me: *steals more cookies*

Chapter One:

Percy POV

Demigods are crazy.

Absolutely nuts. Like when you`re trying to help them, and in return, they kindly try to blow you up. Like Tori. But who`s Tori? Ah, I'm getting ahead of myself…

I'm Percy Jackson. I'm a demigod- that is, to say, I'm half-human, half-god. Yea, god. Not the big-guy-in-the-sky-capital-G God. No, I mean the Greek gods. My dad's Poseidon, the god of the sea. You might think, wow, that's so cool! His dad's a god! Maybe he has magical powers! Maybe he can control the elements! Maybe he gets free stuff! The truth? Being a demigod sucks. For one, monsters are constantly trying to kill you. Two, gods are pretty easy to piss off and will come after you for vengeance-which happens a lot. Three, usually you get caught in wars between the gods, like me and my friends did last year. But that's the past. After the Titans fell and Kronos was destroyed, Chiron insisted that we search the entire country to look for any unclaimed demigods. My best friend Grover had called me to Buffalo today, saying that he'd found a bunch of demigods.

This is where it got crazy.

First sign that things were going to get crazy: I met Grover outside a mental institution.

Well, not really. The sign said "Lyle House Group Home" but I knew that "group home" was just a polite way of saying "house of crazy people". I don't like crazy people. Once, when I was 6, my mom took me shopping downtown and this crazy old hobo man jumped on me screaming about how this cat was following him and how the apocalypse was supposed to happen. I was a bit traumatized after that, and I tended to get a bit jumpy around mental people. But, here we were.

Second sign: For no clear reason, Grover was wearing a kilt. I walked up to him.

"Hey, Grover. What's with the kilt?"

He ran and me and gave me a hug. "Peeeerrcy!" he bleated. Did I mention Grover's half-goat? Yea. He's got fuzzy legs and hooves. But I guess it makes sense-he IS a satyr. "Today's Celebrate Scotland day!"

I raised an eyebrow. "I must've missed the memo on that. I like the kilt, though. It's a good look for you."

His eyes went wide. "Really? You think so?" He didn't detect the sarcasm in my voice.

"No. Next time, just wear your pants. Now, how many demigods are here?"

"Five." He said.

I cursed under my breath. Di immortales. Five? Five demigods in one spot? How had they not become monster chow yet? It didn't seem possible. And how could they have all ended up here if they didn't know they were demigods? "Five, man? Are you sure?"

He nodded. "Positive. There's 3 girls and 2 boys. Another boy and girl were here a few days ago, but they're both gone now."

"Do they know their godly parent?"

"I don't think so. The two boys think they're something else- supernatural-something-or-others. I've been watching him for a while. The crazy doctor woman there has them convinced they all have mental problems, when they really don't."

I nodded. If the two boys already had an idea of their powers, this might make the job easier. It was still difficult, though. Breaking 5 kids out of a high security mental home? Definitely not easy. I wished Annabeth was here. We could've used her brains and strategic planning, but right now she was helping to re-design Olympus for the gods after most of it had been demolished by Kronos. I knew it was her dream to become and architecht, but I still missed her. I looked at Grover and uncapped my sword, Riptide.

"Okay. Let's go."

The plan was that Grover would go in and distract the nurses-from what he knew, there were only 2 plus a doctor, while I would sneak in and persuade the demigods to come with me. Simple, right?

Wrong. The plan went wrong as soon as I met the other kids. Grover walked into the nurse's office. I heard him from my hiding spot.

"Hello, there, ladies! Would you happen to know where I could find a Billy's Auto Parts around here? You see, my car broke down, and it's a very temperamental car, only gets parts from Billy's, but I just can't seem to find one…" He had their attention. I crept upstairs to what I hoped were the dorms. I opened the first door. Two girls looked up at me, mouths open in shock. I guess the golden glowing sword wasn't really helping, so I capped it. One girl, who had long, copper coloured curly hair and copper skin glared at me.

"Who the hell are you?" Her tone was fierce. Daughter of Ares? She didn't look it- she wasn't buff or super big, but she sounded tough. She looked about 16, same age as me.

"I'm your…uh…saviour!"

The other girl spoke. She was tiny, with thin, short blonde hair and dyed red streaks, and the biggest pale blue eyes I'd ever seen. She looked about…13? 14? "Y-you had a…s-sword!"

I pulled out Riptide and she gasped. "You mean this one? Yea. This is my sword. I'll explain later, I promise, but right now you need to come with me."

The copper-haired girl scowled. "Right. We're just going to go with some random guy who broke into our dorm. How stupid do you think we are?"

I smiled weakly. "Um…not stupid?" Suddenly, she was gripping my arm. Her fingers burned. Wait. Burned?

"You got that right." She whispered. Her fingertips smoked. It was getting uncomfortably hot.

"Rae!" the blue-eyed girl said. "Stop! I-I don't think he's going to hurt us." Rae let go. I could see faint red marks where her fingers used to be. Wow! She burned me!

I held out my hand. "Now, can I introduce myself? Percy Jackson. Demigod."

The blue-eyed girl's eyes widened. "Demigod? What? Like…half-god?"

"Exactly. Like I said, I'll explain later. You need to come-now." Rae scowled at me, but got up. So did the other girl.

"I'm Chloe," she said. "And this is Rae."

"Got that. Let's get your other roommates, shall we?" We crept out of the room and headed toward the next. I could still hear Grover talking.

"Um, well, I need a tune-up, and I have a flat tire, and one headlight doesn't work…say, do you like donuts? I hear there's this great donut shop down the road…" I sighed, but I hoped he could keep it up.

I knocked on the door to the next room. A muffled, grumpy sounding voice said "What?"

"This is Queen Victoria's room." Rae said. "She's a right bitch. Be careful." I opened the door. A girl was lying on the bed. She was thin, and had a pretty face with short spiky black hair. She looked up at me.

"What the-this is my room! Get out!"

I held up my hands. "Sorry if I'm trespassing. But you need to come with me, now."

She stood up, with sparks-sparks? - flying from her fingers. "Are you from my mother?"

"N-no…"

She scowled. "I'm sure you aren't. You can just stop lying now, because she's not fooling anyone. Go back and tell her that, would you? Tell her I'm taking the drugs and being a good girl so I can get out of this madhouse."

"I'm not from your mother. My name's Percy Jackson. I'm here to take you away." Maybe I shouldn't have said that. She raised her hands and a ball of energy appeared between them, swirling.

"Take me away? Fat chance. You're just going to take me to the same place as Liz. I'M NOT FOOLED! I've been trying so hard to get cured, and THIS is what I'm repaid with? Thanks, you son-of-a-bitch!'

"No- Victoria..."

Maybe I shouldn't have called her that, either. She threw the energy ball at me. I uncapped Riptide and quickly deflected it. It hit the wall behind Victoria and blasted a smoking hole right through it.

Victoria stared. "How did you- a sword- you…"

"Explain later! Come, NOW!" I grabbed her wrist and pulled her through the door to Rae and Chloe.

"We have to get the guys, fast!" They showed me the way to the guy's dorm. I could hear the nurse's shouts and Grover desperately trying to keep them downstairs.

"No, wait! It was probably just a bird landing on the roof! Yes, a bird! I like birds! Especially seagulls and pigeons!"

I ran right into the guy's room. Inside were 2 boys- an Asian boy with dark blonde hair and almond-shaped eyes, and a huge mass of another boy, with dark hair that hung in his face and piercing green eyes. He was almost as tall as my half-brother Tyson.

"Names?" I panted.

"Simon," the Asian boy said. "And this is my brother Derek."

The tall boy grunted. "Foster brother." Okay. That made more sense. They looked nothing alike.

"I'm Percy Jackson. I'm- well, you're like me. Us." I said, motioning at the girls.

Simon raised an eyebrow. "Supernatural?"

I could hear the nurses coming up the stairs. We were out of time. "Sure, yea, whatever. Everyone, you've got about 2 seconds to grab any belongings you definitely need. Go."

Everyone quickly ran and grabbed their clothes and stuff. They came back in front of me. Derek looked down at me, scowling. I could tell her was sceptical about leaving with me.

"Trust me guys, I'll explain everything when we get out of here. Just follow me." We ran down the stairs, where we met two nurses. They cried out "Stop!" but we just pushed past them and kept running. I met up with Grover.

"Percy!" he bleated, his stupid kilt swaying. "We need to go! Now!" Chloe's eyes widened when she looked at Grover.

"Is- d-does he have…g-goat legs?" she asked, lips trembling.

"Yea." I said. "He's a satyr. Now let's go."

I grabbed her hand and we ran.

Do you like it? Yes? No? I've got a LOT of ideas for which god's going to be their parent and everything- it's all planned out! So hopefully you guys like it! Let me know in reviews! You know you want to ;) DO IT FOR GROVER IN A KILT!

~weasel cookies~

-Hollie ;)