Hey, Elementrix here, this is my first fanfic, so I'd appreciate some reviews!

I do not own Percy Jackson.

Hi, my name's Percy Jackson and I'm about to die. I admit that was a bit sudden, but hey, a guy can say stuff like that when he happens to be a half blood.

I know, being a half blood doesn't sound too cool, and it isn't. I'll some it up. You know the Greek Gods? Zeus, Hermes and Athena? Yeah, well, they're alive; and let's just say when they find a mortal like you and me attractive, well… the outcome is me. A half-blood… The other name for it is a demigod. I think you can guess what that means. Yep, I'm half god, half human.

Sounds sweet, right? I mean, look at Hercules, he had super strength and got to kill all these monsters, gaining glory, girls, big ceps… Yeah, you get the picture. I mean what wasn't cool about Hercules? One thing: He died.

Or you could look at Theseus, you know? Son of Poseidon, killed the big, bull boy? Yeah, well… He died too.

Wait, there was also that Achilles, he was invulnerable and stuff. Guess what? He died tragically too.

And then there was me: Percy Jackson, son of the sea God, slayer of hundreds, wait no, thousands of monsters; not to mention Polybotes, some Titans, Kronos and (with a lot of help) Gaea herself. And, right now… yeah, you guessed it; I'm about to die too.

So hooray for me.

I've killed a lot of monsters throughout my time as a half blood and yeah, it hasn't been too great. Naturally, with my wonderful luck, they just keep coming back for more. You see, when you kill a monster it disintegrates and goes straight to Tartarus. But, since the baddies don't have a soul like you or me they just reform after a period. If you're lucky they don't reform until after a century or so. Sometimes I wonder what that feels like …

I started this awesome monster killin' career around 12, so it's been rough since the beginning. I mean, I wouldn't call the memories of my past all sunshine and rainbows, but compared to what's happening now, it's starting to look that way.

And that's all because Medusa's back, and I know she's after me.

I killed Medusa when I was 12, so no big deal right? She can't be too hard to beat if I'm now 17. That's what I've been trying to tell myself over the past week, but whenever I think of her, I have a fit of shivers. It was like my instincts were trying to let me know something horrible was about to happen …

Third Person POV

One Week Earlier

Sunlight poured through the open window of the Poseidon cabin, bronze hippocampi reflected the rays directly into Percy's face. He groaned in his tiredness, sea green eyes watered, trying to adjust to the light. The son of the sea God sat up from bed and wiped his face wearily. Putting on an orange camp half blood shirt and jeans. He checked his pocket for riptide and felt its familiar presence pressing against his leg. He smiled and went to open the door.

"What the …" only, there was no door.

Percy's wind went reeling. Who could have stolen it? The Hermes cabin, sure they stole things, but his door? Seriously? His mind wandered towards the Apollo cabin, the Ares cabin?

"Probably the Janis Cabin." He mumbled; they always need an extra door, having a father as the God of doorways and all.

Percy scanned the room, wondering if anything else had been stolen while he was sleeping.

"Holy Hades!" He cried. There, standing in the corner of the room was some guy staring right at him.

"Dude." Percy said, "What in Hera's name are you doing in my cabin?" The guy didn't answer. "Hello?" Percy questioned.

Growing more suspicious by the second he took out his ballpoint pen and uncapped it to reveal 3ft of gleaming Celestial Bronze: Riptide.

He advanced slowly towards the figure in the shadows.

The guys must have painted himself or something, because his clothes, his hair, his face was all grey. OK, Percy thought, might be dealing with a freako here.

As he came closer he realised the grey dude didn't even seem to be breathing. Percy raised an eyebrow.

"You're one weird half blood." Percy muttered. He had to be a demigod Percy thought, no mortal could have walked into his cabin without Percy knowing.

Percy got into striking distance, when he realised the guy looked familiar… He'd seen enough stone statues up in Olympus and in the garden of Persephone (long story) that looked a lot like this guy. Not only that, he was starting to recognise who this person was. A name popped into his mind: 'Jamie Flick', he was a son of Hermes and although Percy had never spoken to him, he had seen him enough to recognise his face.

Percy stumbled back in horror as he realised what had happened. Jamie had been turned to stone.

Tell me what you think guys!