Percy P.O.V.

For me, my day was absolutely horrid. And that was before my math teacher went crazy.

So I was sitting in the bus, glaring out at the world, and using all of my willpower not to chuck the guy sitting behind me out the window. If you're stuck with a guy that throws food at you for 30 minutes and you can't retaliate because you're "on probation", you'd be pretty grumpy too.

Finally, we get off the bus at the field trip site, a rundown, vacant museum. One look at it, and I instantly knew there was a 99% chance I would make something go wrong here.

One of my friends (or my only friend, I should say), Grover, nudged me and said, "Hey, try not to blow stuff up, okay?"

Grover is a goody-two shoes. He's like the polar opposite of me, but since he's the only one nice to me, I couldn't exactly rule him out as a friend.

Oh yeah, I should probably state the logic behind Grover's statement.

You see, I've been kicked out of every school I've been in. Last year, I got lost from my tour group and accidentally hit a wrong lever. Kids evacuated for a nonexistent fire that day. The year before that, I almost killed a kid when I fired a cannon. I didn't mean to knock him out, but of course they would never believe that. And the time before that...well, I think we've established that I'm a pretty troubled kid.

Anyways, we go inside the museum. Our Latin teacher, Mr. Brunner, rambled on about some stuff. Right before the lunch break, he called on me.

"Percy Jackson," he called. "What does this picture represent?"

I looked at the picture, and was relieved to find I actually remembered something about it.

"That's Kronos eating his kids, right? He got a prophecy saying that one of his kids would overthrow him."

The guy that threw food at me, Nolan Bobofit, snickered and said, "Like this is gonna help us in the real world. These guys are either dead or never existed!"

Mr. Brunner glared at Nolan, and I involuntarily flinched. Mr. Brunner was a pretty easygoing guy, and he almost never got angry. But for whatever reason, if someone insulted Greek Mythology, he'd develop a cold stare that seemed ages old.

"And why," Mr. Brunner spoke, "to paraphrase Mr. Bobofit's statement, is this applied in real life.

Nolan looked down at his feet. I couldn't blame him, he was extremely scared of Mr. Brunner.

I remembered the question. "Uh, I don't think this is applied in real life?"

Mr. Brunner sighed, all traces of anger forgotten. "Well, half-credit, Mr. Jackson. The picture does indeed depict Kronos, the Titan Lord and Titan of Time, devouring his 5 eldest children and a rock, placed by Rhea, his wife, to replace Zeus. Later, Zeus tricked his father into regurgitating his 5 older siblings, and the First Titanomachy lasted 10 years, until the gods won."

I must've looked flustered, because Mr. Brunner smiled at me and told us to go outside and eat our lunches.

Annabeth P.O.V.

Two days.

That's how long it was until Chiron came back from this scouting mission. Personally, I couldn't care less, I've learned not to get my hopes up.

There was this prophecy saying a new camper would take me on a quest, and I've always wanted one. After a couple years, however, I've learned not to hope.

I watched as Luke, my "older brother" of sorts and my long-time crush, taught some newbies how to use their swords. He was 7 years older than me, but I couldn't care less. After all, Annabeth Castellan had a nice ring to it.

Maybe I was acting like an Aphrodite child, but I've admitted I'm head-over-heels about Luke. Luke gave me a proper family, one thing my own family couldn't provide me. I used to be jealous of Thalia, our other companion that got turned into a tree, because I thought Luke was crushing on her, but now, no one is around to get Luke's attention but me.

Luke P.O.V.

As I was teaching a beginner swordplay class, I was thinking about the deals "The Voice" made. I resented the gods to an unhealthy extremity, but The Voice was making a much better deal. I've already started working against the gods by stealing two symbols of power, Zeus' Master Bolt and Hades' Helm of Darkness.

I looked over and saw my friend Annabeth. I smiled and waved, and she blushed. I knew Annabeth had a major crush on me, but I was trying to get her to move on. I swore to myself that I would never love again after Thalia. Another reason I resented the gods: Zeus could've left her to die, and I would've been able to talk to her. But no, Zeus wanted his ace card in the Great Prophecy.

The prophecy stated that a demigod child of one of the Big Three would save Olympus. I'm betting Zeus had Thalia just to have her save the world and gain popularity.

I was so distracted in my thinking I didn't realize it was dinnertime until Clarisse, an old-time camper, yelled in my ear, "Castellan! Get your ass down to dinner NOW!"

I jerked, startled, until I noticed Clarisse and gave her a good glare.

"Geez, I'm coming, what's got you riled up?"

Clarisse rolled her eyes and walked back to the dining pavilion. She tossed over her shoulder, "Just get down here!"

I smiled. This was Clarisse on a normal basis. I wonder what'll happen when she's going into battle.

Percy P.O.V.

As I ate my lunch with Grover, Nolan and his goonies came over. The next thing I knew, Grover has Gatorade splattered all over his shirt. I snapped.

The next thing I knew, Nolan was in the fountain, screaming, "Percy pushed me!"

A teacher, Mrs. Dodds, stalked over.

Mrs. Dodds was this really short woman coming from Los Angeles that seems to love Nolan and figures I'm a devil. I didn't need to be a genius to know she had something really bad in store for me.

After Mrs. Dodds made sure the angel (A.K.A. Nolan) was okay, she turned to me.

Mrs. Dodds gave me an evil sneer. Come with me, Jackson.

I gulped and walked over.

After following Mrs. Dodds well away from everyone's prying eyes, she turned to me.

"Give it to me."

Startled, I took a step back. This was not what I was expecting. Then it hit me.

"You guys found my secret stash of candy?"

Mrs. Dodds laughed. Except it sounded like a knife scraped across a blackboard.

"We are not fools, Perseus Jackson. It was only a matter of time before you and your theft was shined upon. Give it up, and you shall endure a quick death."

I was completely confused. "Give you what?"

Mrs. Dodds growled. "Last chance, Perseus. Choose, agony or ignorance?"

By this time I was hopeless. "What are you talking about? Are you psycho?"

Then the last thing I expected to see came out. Huge wings sprouted from her back. Her nails became talons, her face shriveled up.

"You shall die, Perseus Jackson! You will rot in the deepest depths of Tartarus!"

And with that, she lunged.

Instinctively, I rolled to one side. If you haven't fought a demonic science teacher with wings and claws that's asking for something you don't have, you don't know true terror. When it swooped down again, I roundhouse kicked it like Chuck Norris.

Mrs. Dodds snapped back, growling. But then, just my luck, Mr. Brunner came in.

"What ho, Percy!" With that, he tossed me his pen. Then, Mrs. Dodds came in for another attack.

I uncapped the pen. It elongated into a gleaming, three-foot sword made of some type of bronze or copper. And when Mrs. Dodds was about ready to rake my face open, I swung the sword.

HISS!

After a while, I opened my eyes. I'd been so terrified for my life I had squeezed my eyes shut. I was still holding the sword. Mrs. Dodds was melting into demon dust.

And Mr. Brunner was gone.

So, first chapter. Like it? Hate it? Let me know.