Author's Note: I've always loved the Percy Jackson series, So I figured I might as well try it out. I don't own Percy Jackson or the world he lives in (that privilege goes to Rick Riordan) but I do own some of the characters you're going to meet. Anyways, try it out. It's not much now, but I swear it gets better. Enjoy!

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention - this story takes place after the Titan War but before the giants and evil Gaea.

I never thought I could love anyone more than Cheryl Morgans.

She was so beautiful, witty, and sweet. Everyone knew who she was, always surrounded by a crowd. She might not have been the smartest cookie, but her actions made up for it. She volunteered for extracurriculars that most people would never think twice about. She helped Chiron prepare for games and activities. Once, she even spent days helping rebuilding the Hades cabin after one of the Hephaestus inventions trampled it. I never thought someone so popular could be so nice. All of the other popular girls I knew couldn't care less about other people, but she acted as if they were her top priority. Yes, Cheryl Morgans was probably the most perfect girl alive.

With her sleek black curls and her big blue eyes, no one could have ever resisted her, and yet she never used that to her advantage. Everything she did was done with her own two hands, never by some starstruck admirer.

She was a dancer, and the most amazing one ever. That delighted grin forever spread across her face as she twirled and whirled and leapt through the air. She was so brave, adventurous, and always up for a challenge. Her confidence radiated with every step she took. Especially when she was onstage, crying out her heart with every scripted word written by someone else. And yet it felt like every word was true, not just some story she had to act, but a true emotion, a heart's desire.

She's sixteen this year, and already head counselor of the Hecate cabin. She's strong and loves her sword, long and lightweight, strapped to her waist. Her magic is like her words; quick and witty. On the battlefield, she's like a goddess, her eyes flashing with determination, a cocky grin almost always stationed there. She's amazing, charming, witty, confident, and beautiful.

And she doesn't even know I exist.

"Zack! Hurry up! Games start in ten minutes!" Jeremiah screeches at me, "And I can't find my celestial bronze tipped arrows!"

With a sigh, I drop my pen and slide my journal close. "Coming!" I shout, "And your arrows are under your bed!"

Jeremiah tromps over to stand with his hands on his hips, his glare piercing. The sunlight streaming through our cabin curtains glitters in his golden hair, somehow making him look more menacing. Besides, Jeremiah isn't someone to mess with; he's seventeen years old, been at camp training for nine years, and slayed Stheno, one of Medusa's sisters. Which of course brought Euryale raging, and Chiron had to send another quest to kill her off - where Jeremiah was obviously the leader. Thank goodness that Percy Jackson guy killed Medusa - that would have been one too many gorgons.

He raises an eyebrow as I scurry to shove my journal under my pillow. "Writing again? You know, just because you're a son of Apollo, doesn't mean that you can spend all day composing love letters. You have to get out sometime."

"I'm not!" I snap, "You know, just because that you're a son of Apollo, doesn't mean you can spend all day shooting your goddamn arrows."

He smirks, "Ooh, touchy, are we?"

I growl, "I am not touchy! How would you feel if your best friend came poking around where he shouldn't be and the girl of your dreams doesn't even know you exist!?" I exclaim.

He backs up, holding out his hands to stop me with a surprised expression. "Whoa, calm down, dude. Just saying. No need to get cranky."

I sigh, deflating. "It's okay. Just needed to vent it off."

He eyes me warily, "Yeah, sure, whatever." Then he turns and stalks out the door.

Great. There goes my best - and only - friend.

Capture the Flag was horrible that night. I get stuck with all the other weaklings at the outer boundaries to get our butts whipped. Some of the Demeter kids cross the creek and grows vines all over us, laughing like hyenas. After they dash off "to their victories", I manage to wriggle out out of my jail, only to have one stubborn plant attach itself firmly to my ankle, causing me to fall face-first into the creek.

Then that stubborn vine slithers up my leg and tangles me up into a cocoon.

"Splurgh!" I splutter, wrestling with the annoying plant. The stupid thing refuses to budge, tightening till my skin turns red. God. I hate magic plants.

Suddenly, a blade slices smoothly through the vines, with such skill that the sword barely brushes my skin. I shove away the vines, splattering water everywhere as I sneeze out the creek liquid in my lungs. Relieved, I look up to thank my savior, only to find myself staring up into Cheryl's angelic face.

Cheryl. Cheryl Morgans. Cheryl Morgans just saved me from drowning in three inches of water. Oh my god. Kill me now.

She grins that cute cocky grin. "Figured you could use some help," She says, tilting her head, "Unfortunately, you prevent me from winning," Pursing her lips, she mouths "Sorry," and with a flick of her wrist, I'm sent flying back, slamming into a tree. Invisible bounds entrap me there, and a nymph appears, looking pissed off. She wrinkles her nose at us, fiddling with the ends of her scarf, before disappearing in a puff of green smoke.

Cheryl smiles, "I've been working on that one. It's one of my more difficult spells," She bites her lip, looking apologetic, "I am sorry, but I really want to win this thing," The edges of her lips quirk up, "I'll make it up to you tomorrow." And with that, she turns and darts away.

I grin, enchanted, as she disappears into the woods.

Travis Stoll strolls by only to find all of us bound up with flower vines by the creek. He grins, snickering as he cut them lose. Then he got out his sword and tries to hack me out. When that doesn't work, he frowns and slid out his dagger. It slips on the smooth surface of whatever it is and impales itself in the tree.

The nymph appears with a yelp of pain. She glares daggers at Travis before stomping over to her tree, grimacing as she yanks out the knife. She hurls the blade at the ground, throws another glare at Travis and stomps off, disappearing in another puff of green smoke.

He grins, unfazed. Unfortunately, I'm still stuck to the tree, so Travis tries again. Same result, except the dagger cut me instead of the tree. I wince, which is kind of impossible against Cheryl's enchanted bounds, but somehow I manage. Travis is starting to look impatient, fidgeting about and constantly glancing back to where the action is, obviously eager to get back in the game. Finally he just tosses his knife to the ground and throws his hands up in defeat. He starts away, shouting over his shoulder that he'll get me out later, but we both know that he won't be back till long after the games are over.

With a sigh, I slump back against the tree and wait.

I was right. About an hour after Capture the flag finishes, does Travis bring anybody to get me out. And he happens to bring Cheryl. Cheryl, the one who got me in here in the first place. Cheryl, whose holding the shimmering orange flag. She smiles that cute smile and dips her hand in some type of liquid, dabbing her fingers over my invisible bounds. They fall away like ropes and lie in a heap on the ground. I step away from the tree, rubbing my arms where they dug into the bark, and Cheryl smiles apologetically.

Travis strides away, eager to get to campfire, but Cheryl stays behind and walks by me. I look down at her in surprise (I'm taller than her), raising my eyebrows.

She directs those big blues eyes at me and grins. "Sorry about that. I just really wanted to win," I nod slowly, not understanding what she's getting at.

She retrieves a small pouch from her pocket and places in the palm of my hand. "This is to make up for tying you to a tree."

I look down at it in confusion. Glancing down to her face, she's looking at me eagerly. I have no choice but to obey to those big blue eyes. Taking hold of the drawstrings, I pull it open. Inside are three, large, intricately painted beads.

"Um," I say, "Thanks?"

She laughs, a sound like tinkling bells. "They're magic pearls. Each one grants a single wish."

My eyes widen in surprise. "Wow. That must be some spell."

She beams at me, "Got it out of an ancient book."

Someone calls her name and she glances in their direction, "I've got to go. I'll see you around!" She kisses my cheek and bounds off.

My jaw drops in surprise. With a trembling hand I reach up and gingerly touch that cheek. Then my face breaks into a smile and I race through the woods.

Three wishes.

So. What do you think?

I'm sorry that was told in several short chunks and pieces, but I just wanted it DONE. Anyways, please review. And I mean please!

Thanks for reading!