Hey, guys! I already have a version of son of Neptune but I wanted to do another one, just as a different outcome. Well, here's the first chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or HoO. This is true for all chapters. Also, in this chapter, I use some lines from "The Lost Hero" but I don't own any of those lines. Rick Riordan owns them.

Chapter 1: Percy

Running. And running. And continuing to run until his sides hurt and he couldn't go any farther. He collapsed on the grass, trying to catch his breath. He sat up and looked from the direction he'd come from. Thankfully, they didn't seem to be following him. Those sea demons could be really annoying. They couldn't run as fast as he could, and he hoped that he'd left them in the dust.

It was strange. About a week ago he'd woken up in the middle of some forest, remembering nothing other than that his name was Percy. He'd gotten up and realized that he was on the outskirts of a city, probably San Francisco, since he'd seen the Golden Gate Bridge in the distance. At least Percy could remember places. He'd camped out in the forest for a few days, and then decided to see if he could find anything out about himself. He had been walking along a dirt path trying to get someplace when the sea demons, telekhines, they had called themselves, and started attacking him. That was yesterday. He had been running and fighting the telekhines all day yesterday and today without a break, and he was exhausted. Percy had reached into his pockets and found a pen, which, when uncapped, had turned into the sword that was now lying on the ground next to him.

Slowly, Percy picked it up. Anaklusmos was etched into the base. Riptide. It translated perfectly. He touched the cap to the tip of the sword and it shrank back into a pen. He put it in his pocket, picked himself up off the ground, and stumbled down the hill towards the narrow road that led through the country side. The road overlooked a cliff, only about 50 feet tall. Percy immediately felt relaxed, looking at the water below, splashing against the rocks. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his lungs filling with the salty sea breeze. When Percy opened his eyes, he saw a huge column of water swirling in front of him. For some reason, this didn't surprise him. Instead, he jumped onto the column, which lowered him towards the sea.

Percy sank beneath the surface, watching the fish swimming around him. He felt perfectly at home, and he could breathe, no problem. Then Percy cleared his head. He had to get somewhere, find out what he was doing here and what to do next.

So he rose to the surface. He looked at the Golden Gate Bridge in front of him, and then the Pacific Ocean spread out behind him. Sighing, he swam towards a small piece of land next to the Golden Gate Bridge and heaved himself out of the water. He wasn't even surprised that his clothes were dry. Percy walked up the cliff and found himself at a small private airport.

Percy peered out at the place. Maybe if he could run across the runways and get to the buildings- but then he saw, maybe ten feet away from him was a helicopter. Three guys stood a little ways away from the copter, but there was a fourth guy sitting in the doorway was saying, "things they did, Piper, the visions they showed me…"

The girl who was standing next to him, Piper, said, "Dad, listen." she took a little vial out of her pocket. "Aphrodite gave me this, for you. It takes away your recent memories. It'll make it like none of this ever happened."

Aphrodite? Why would this girl be talking about the Greek gods as if they were real? But then again, he had these strange water powers. Suddenly a memory came to Percy. He was sitting it a white limo, talking to a beautiful woman with eyes that changed color, gorgeous hair, perfect makeup. Percy knew immediately that the woman from his memory was Aphrodite, goddess of love. He knew in his gut that this memory had been real. And if she was real, then would something, or rather someone else be able to explain his water powers? Some other god or goddess, like Poseidon?

Percy brought himself back to the present. He looked again at the copter, where the man sitting in the doorway was drinking from Piper's vial. Then he blacked out, and Piper's friends ran to help her with him. Then the satyr (Percy could tell it was a satyr because of the way he walked) and Piper's dad left on a plane that had just arrived. Percy was just about to leave, when the air next to one of the boys shimmered, and a strangely familiar looking girl with dark hair in a silvery jacket appeared, holding a bow.

"Thalia!" one of the boys cried, stumbling back in surprise. Thalia. Percy thought. Suddenly he was standing next to her and another girl with blonde hair, looking over a cliff at the broken body of some guy. Annabeth. That was the blonde girl's name. He knew it. Finally, Percy had remembered something useful! He looked again at the shimmering image of Thalia. Percy had an urge to call out and see if she knew him (probably) but thought better of it. He didn't want to freak out Piper, Thalia, or the two boys. Then the shimmering image disappeared (Percy decided it was called an Iris message, though he didn't know where he got the name), and Piper and the two guys left on the copter.

Percy sat in the bushes, thinking. What was he supposed to do now? But, just then, a voice behind him hissed, "Where are you running away to, demigod?"

Percy whirled around. It was the telekhines again, all four of them, standing in front of Percy. Two of them had clubs, one had a short sword, and the other had nothing, but they were about six feet tall. Percy thought about fighting them, but he was already exhausted, so he turned and ran across the airport. He got out his sword as he went, just in case.

All Percy thought about now was getting away from the telekhines. That was when it all went wrong. Percy tripped, and the demons, right behind him, surrounded him. They were back in the forest now, not at the airport anymore, so now for sure no help was coming. Percy got up and brandished his sword. He attacked the one with the sword first, figuring that the sword would hurt worst if the telekhine managed to touch Percy with it. The demon blocked his first swing, but Percy's instincts took over. He feinted left and rolled to the right, stabbing the demon in the side. It howled and turned to dust. The sword dropped. Percy picked it up, but he still had three more demons to deal with.

He couldn't use the two swords independently, and he didn't like how the demon's sword felt in his hand, so he swung it at the telekhine without any weapons and, with a yelp, it also turned to dust. Percy then threw the bad sword behind him and faced the other two sea demons. One snarled through his wolfish face, "You destroyed our companions, but you cannot destroy them for long. Soon they will rejoin us, and we you will tire, and we will kill you. Gaea is supporting us." The other snarled in approval.

Gaea? Percy tried not to think about their words. He swung Riptide at the one who had spoken, but he jumped out of the way and hit Percy's arm with his club. Surprisingly to both Percy and the telekhine, it bounced harmlessly off his skin. Percy barely even felt it, though it should have given him a good size bruise. Percy attacked and quickly finished off the telekhine while he was still surprised.

The other screeched, "You will pay!" and went swinging his club violently at Percy, who had to scramble back to avoid getting knocked over. But then Percy tripped, and the telekhine brought his club down on Percy's head. It should've knocked him out, maybe even cracked his skull, but again, the club bounced off harmlessly and Percy had barely felt anything. He got back up and finished off the last telekhine.

Why weren't they able to hurt me? Percy wondered. He wished he could remember. He racked his brain for the faintest trace of a memory, and then, almost subconsciously, Percy's hand crept to the small of his back. He pinched himself there, and it hurt like it should, but when he tried pinching his arms or face, he didn't feel anything. What made me like this? Percy again tried to remember something, anything, but nothing came to him.

He was roused out of his thoughts when he saw the monster dust he had just created rising to reform a seal-like body with flipper like things for feet. The telekhines were reforming. Percy quickly capped his sword, then scooped up the other sword and ran. The last thing he remembered was running into a bunch of kids about his age, dressed in jeans and purple t-shirts, before he passed out from exhaustion. He heard somebody yelling for help, and anxious looking faces hovering over his own face. He saw a pair of familiar gray eyes. Then his vision went blurry, the sound faded from his ears, and everything went black.

Well, there's the first chapter! I'll try to keep up both stories, even thought I have a busy summer. Plz plz plz review! Thx!