(It's in 3rd person, in the time period of the 1st book, when Percy is training with Luke)
"Go Luke!" yelled a random Aphrodite girl.
WHAP
"Higher!" yelled Luke.
"You can do it!" cheered another Aphrodite girl.
WHAP
"Lower!"
"You're hot!"
WHAP
"Duck! Come on Percy, you can do better!" Luke encouraged Percy.
"I don't think so. You're beating me like crazy."
"Oh, It's probably just because I've practiced longer."
"Yeah right. No sword feels right in my hands." complained Percy.
"Hmm. Maybe you can go ask Chiron later. Let's take a break." suggested Luke.
"Great idea." Percy looked at the bottle of water on the table next to him. It worked before...
He poured the water all over his head, drenching himself. He felt an enormous surge of power.
"Alright Perce, let's go again."
This time Percy was making all the hits and slashes.
With one final twist of the sword, Percy won.
"Dead," he said, out of breath, to Luke, who had Percy's sword at his throat.
"You know, that Son of Poseidon thing is really annoying," Luke exclaimed as he pushed Percy off of him.
"Well until I find a better sword, it's my best trick."
"True. You're getting better. That's it for right now. See you later."
"Thanks. I'll go ask Chiron about a sword. Bye," Percy said, as he headed off towards the Big House.
The Aphrodite girls watching started to swarm Luke.
"OMG Luke, you totally should have won."
"Yeah, you're soo much better than Percy."
"You're so hot!"
"Thanks," smiled Luke at his fan-girls.
But there was one girl who stayed back. One girl with blond hair and gray eyes. She watched Percy jog to the Big House.
Maybe he is something after all, thought Annabeth.
So? What do you think. This is my first story on Fanfiction, so I really want some feedback.
-Cocoaflash1