Chapter One

He opened his eyes, he was laid down on the ground on his back. He was laying down with his legs crossed and his arms at his side. Why is he here?

He shifted, broken twigs and smooth stones dug gently into his back telling him is alive and not dead. He groaned and sat up, the small buzzing his head increase, soon his head was spinning and everything around him was flying around him in a mix of trees and dirt.

Closing his eyes he laid down once again, the buzzing died down as his rested on the ground. He didn't know how long he had been lying here and wasn't sure why he was lying here.

Sighing he sat up once again, this time the ringing didn't hit him again. Instead nausea hit him and it hit him hard.

Rushing to a bush, he bent over. His body racked with each time the vomit left his body. Once done he wiped his mouth, and pushed himself into a sitting position. He tried to think straight, but his mind was clouded.

He closed his eyes once more and tried to think of his next move. But all that came to mind was his name.

Wait he didn't even know his name. Why hadn't he thought of this early?

Groaning he got up and scanned the area. He was in seclusive part of trees. Surrounding him were endlessly tall trees like pines, but not pines at the same time. These trees seemed to shift and move like something or someone was living in these trees.

He gulped and stepped towards the nearest tree, which happened to be the healthiest shade of green of the bunch. He cocked his head to the left in confusion as a girl's giggle drifted happily through the silent air. He reached forward and tapped the tree, and to his surprise and a cry of outrage came from the smaller tree.

Stumbling back, blindly. A girl around sixteen, yet again he was surprised he didn't even know his age. She had long, flowing amber hair that gently ran it's course to her petite waist. She was a pale mint green, big almond shaped eyes shone a deep moss green. She was wearing a dark green chiton, brown sandals. She had elf like ears, and high structured cheek bones.

For a girl who just came out a tree and had branches with a few leaves attached to her hair and legs, she was very pretty.

"Who are you young hero?" She spoke, her voice sounded like a it was made of gentle blowing wind. He found himself relaxing into her gentle and kind voice. He racked his memory for a name, Grover? No, that definitely it's not his. Nico? Closer, but still no dice. Luke? Again no. Percy? That sounded familiar. Yes, yes his name is Percy.

"My name is Percy." He said. Percy felt the wind pick up, the branches and leaves rustled like electricity ran through them animating them. Even the tree girl seemed startled and nervous.

"Come, young hero." Her voice barely audible. Which that she turned sending fallen leaves flying. Percy looked around to see shimmering faces etched in the trees. Unlike the girl, these faces were definitely women's faces. Much older than the girl. The women's faces either displayed the look of fear, anger, nervousness.

Percy gulped before following the tree girl. After tripping up several times on stray roots and branches. They came to a clearing, the trees drew back into the depths of the shadows. He looked around to see an entrance to a cave. A single flame flickered casting shadows on the steel grey walls. The shadows danced around showing fights. A girl with a bow and arrow raced across the cave wall, chased by two other people. One with a sword and the other with a knife that vaguely familiar. Percy looked back to where the girl had stood to find she had vanished. Most likely to her tree, he looked around wondering what to do next.

What felt like years, he stood there unsure of what to do. Swallowing nerves he walked towards the cave.

Inside he saw, a bed made of rock covered by a leopard print blanket next to it was a girl around sixteen with long black hair and pale skin. She was dressed in a purple top and grey shorts. It the middle of the cave was a dwindling fire, the girl shifted in her sleep. She whimpered something about a guy named Jason. The girl's eyebrows drew together in her sleep, she shifted more violently now. Percy looked around wondering what to do.

Leave her, Greek. She will be fine. Just a nasty fight with a fellow warrior, Young Pup. He jumped at the sound of the voice.

His sea green eyes caught sight of a wolf. Not the average wolf, but a pure white with silver eyes flecked with gold and about half the size of a Land Rover.

Great knew about Land Rovers, but not anything useless about himself!

"Sorry, what?" Percy said. First he was called a 'Young Hero' by that tree girl and now a giant wolf called him a 'Young Pup' what's with these nicknames? And what did the wolf mean by Greek.

She will be fine I assure you. Pup what is your name? She – at least he thinks it is s she wolf and he wasn't about to ask - growled without actually opening her mouth.

"Percy." Percy said questioningly.

Yes and your last name?

"I don't know."

You don't know? How don't you know your own last name? She mused, her left ear was bent down, her mouth formed a wolfish smile as she cocked her head to the right. He shook his head sending black hair flying. Stepping back he found himself pressed the wall of the cave. The walls were spinning.

His vision clouded and blurred till he was stood on a emerald green hill. He was stood next to a few other people.

Three girls and two boys. Two girls on the right had their arms folded and were scolding the two boys while the third girl watched them, amused.

The first boy had golden blonde hair that shone like the sun, his eyes were sky blue and reminded him of someone. They watched everything carefully and sharply like a hawk. He was dressed with a pair of jeans and a white top, he had a golden coin in his clenched fist. He kept turning around like he was itching to flip it into the air.

The other boy had curly dark hair, he looked like a cheeky Latino Santa's Elf. Like the other boy he too was fiddling with something, screws. He kept pulling and putting things from a giant utility belt, he was dressed in an oil and burnt jumpsuit with an bright orange top underneath that showed no stains on it.

The first girl was a curly blonde girl with sharp, stormy grey eyes and a deep tan. She looked like a perfect stereotype Californian girl, but her eyes ruined the image. She was wearing a bright orange top - with writing that he couldn't see due to her crossed arms – like the other girl and the Latino Elf boy. White shorts showed off two long, tanned legs with tense muscles. She, like the two other girls was built with a lean and athletic build.

The second girl was dressed in a simple orange top and jeans shorts, but she managed to make them look like a designer clothes fresh off a catwalk. With her shoulder length, choppy brown hair and braids with multi coloured beads running down the sides of her hair and ever changing eye colour moss green, ocean blue, sparkly hazel and warm brown. She was definitely beautiful.

And finally the third girl who seemed to be amused by the whole situation.

She had jet black hair that fell to her shoulders in gelled spikes. Electric blue eyes, like the first boy, were hidden under her dark fringe. She was wearing ripped, black skinny jeans, combat boots and a white top and a silver parka. She had a silver tiara like a halo resting in a nest of pitch black hair. Near her side were two hunting knifes, a bow and lots of arrows.

All five were now sending glares to forwards each other.

"Why can't we go?" Santa's Latino Elf growled in a not cheery elf voice. The blonde guy next to his nodded his head fiercely before flipping a golden coin, as soon as it landed in his hand turned into a golden sword. The other guy pulled out a giant hammer out his belt, which made Percy question the size of the belt.

"Because Leo, Jason here doesn't know anything." The brunette girl growled, venom clearly sown into the name Jason. Instantly the punk girl jumped to his rescue. Her electric blue eyes silenced the two girls snickering and sneering.

"Watch it Beauty Queen, we wouldn't want that pretty little face of ours to get messed up, now would we?" She threatened, the boy who shared the same eye colour tensed when she said that, but he stand put with a fierce glare in place, his sky blue eyes grew dark. Much like the sea in a strom.

"Thalia!" The blonde girl objected as the brunette stumbled back, clearly shocked and scared by the punk girl's threats. Electric blue met stormy grey as a stare off began.

"ENOUGH!" A strong man's voice yelled at the five startled teens, behind him were dons of people in same outfit as the girl Thalia. Surrounding them were teenagers in orange tops like the other three. Percy felt the girl Thalia's eyes land on him.

"Percy...?" She whispered as her eyes grew wide, before he vanished completely.

He nearly fell flat on his face, when his knees buckled. His two strong and tanned arms shot out and steadied himself.

Hazel take this young pup to a guest room in the headquarters. Lupa howled. Reappearing from outside the tree girl drifted in. Her amber hair blow gently giving the impression of wind. Percy darted around the threatening wolf and towards Hazel. The girl smiled warmly, if not nervously at him. Percy dismissed the smile and followed the tree girl.

"So you are a...?" He trailed off.

"I'm a wood nymph. My name is Hazel Nut." Hazel Nut?

"Hazel Nut? What kind of-"

"Please don't young hero. I have many heroes make fun of my name." She whispered. Her moss green eyes were to close to tears.

Guilt filled him, the rest of the journey was made in awkward silence. Percy stood outside and stared at the giant building in awe. It was giant, with ten columns at the front. Parts of the building were crumbling, but in all it was outstanding.

In the middle of the grass were twelve statues. The various statues were roughly ten feet tall, apart from three at the front which were fifteen and the one woman near the three was about twelve feet tall. Some in colour and some were the the colour of beige, the three in the front were in full blown colour.

In the middle was man with stony grey, streaked with black hair and beard. He was wearing a look with stern hatred, he was wearing a sky blue Roman toga. In his hand was a lightning bolt and in the other was an eagle. Zeus, Lord of Sky. King of the Gods.

The one on his left was a man with oil black hair, black eyes and olive coloured skin. He was was wearing the same look as the middle one, but this one's expression was different in a way. He was dressed in a dark grey Roman toga, with a helm that radiated power and fright. Hades, Lord of the Underworld. Gods of the Dead.

And the other man on the right was wearing a ocean blue Roman toga. In his hand was a trident, he had jet black hair. Sea green eyes and was fairly tan. Unlike the other two he had a smile on his face. Posiden, Lord of the Sea. God of the Sea and Storms.

Percy over looked the others till his eyes landed on a woman. She had auburn coloured hair and eyes as silvery as the moon. She was incredibly beautiful. Like the others she was dress in a Roman Toga. In her hand was a bow that looked suspiciously like a crescent moon. He had a feeling this was Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt and Moon.

Suddenly time slowed down to a stop. He turned to face Hazel, but the nymph was frozen. Her mouth was stuck in a smile, her feet planted firmly on the ground. The air grew colder and mist surrounded the feet of the Goddess.

Stepping out the shadow, much like Hazel did with her tree. As same as the statue, Artemis stepped out the statue. Her bow in her hand and her arrow in a holder on her back. Her auburn hair was tied back in a plait. Her eyes calculating and disproving, but hidden under that was warmth.

"Peruses Jackson. You must help me. Free me." The Goddess spoke. He gulped. Wait his name was Peruses, what kind of name is that?

"Ummm Artemis not to be rude, but why can't you free yourself?" Percy asked. Can't a immortal and all powerful Goddess free herself?

"Young Hero, I am in my Roman form. So you must call me Diana. And I can't. Not once part of my essence is caught." She spoke wisely. Percy nodded. "Free me, young hero, free me."

With that everything returned to normal. Like someone had pressed fast forward, time hit Percy. Knocking him, spots danced in his vision. He groaned before dropping to his knees, then falling flat on his face.