The sun rose once again over half-blood hill, illuminating Thalia's Pine and the Golden Fleece it held in one of its branches. The only difference that day was the lone figure striding across the grass. He eventually made it to the porch of the Big House. He sat down on one of the chairs, propped up his feet on the guard railing, and waited for someone to notice him.

He did not have to wait long.

"Can I help you, young man?"

Looking up at the speaker, the boy found the centaur Chiron.

"Nope."

"Can I ask what brings you here?"

"Sure."

After a brief pause, Chiron spoke again.

"Well, what brings you here?"

"Lack of anything better to do."

"Do your parents Know that you're here?"

"Why do you ask?"

By now a couple early risers had gathered to watch the odd exchange.

"Because I imagine that they would be interested to know that you had found your way to the place where the children of Gods take refuge."

"Oh, is that what this place is? I thought it was a circus."

"You never told me what your name is, boy."

"You're right. Do you want a cookie?"

"No, I would prefer your name."

"Okay then. Just call me Harvey."

"Harvey?"

"What?"

"Your name is Harvey?"

"Yes."

By now the few early risers had increased to a decent-sized crowd. Chiron looked away from Harvey and searched the crowed for a moment. Upon find who he was looking for, the centaur said "Percy, Annabeth, could you come here for a moment?"

Two people who were obviously a couple walked to the porch. "Yes sir?" said the girl, a rather attractive girl with blond hair and gray eyes.

"Would you two be so kind as to give Harvey here the grand tour?"

"Sure," said the boy, his sea-green eyes almost hidden behind a curtain of dark hair.

Harvey got up and followed the pair through the crowd and to an open pavilion.

The girl spoke up first. "This is where we eat our meals. You used to have to sit at the table devoted to your divine parent, but ever since Percy here denied immortality for more equality around here, you can sit anywhere you want."

The next stop was a large arena. Inside was a big girl with a spear sparring against a boy with a sword and shield. It was Percy who explained this time. This is where you go if you feel like practicing combat. That's Clarisse with the spear. She has a short temper, don't get her angry."

Completely contradicting Percy's advice, Harvey walked up to the girl.

"Not bad. Although I see plenty of room for improvement."

"Huh? Shut it, kid, before I ram this spear down your throat."

Harvey ignored this threat and only responded with "I would love to see you try."

Clarisse whipped around to see who this punk was that dissed her. "You want to go, punk? Try me."

Harvey pulled a pair of gloves out of his pockets and slipped them on. After those, he pulled out a Swiss army knife. Pulling out one of the attachments, it morphed into a long whip made up of a handle and links of celestial bronze chains. Instead of using it, he merely curled it up and hung it on his belt. After this, he took a fighting stance, his empty fists up to defend himself.

"Ready when you are."

Clarisse immediately took a stab at him. Only instead of meeting his shoulder, where she was aiming, her spear tip was met with the sole of Harvey's boot. She swiped at him with the shaft, only for Harvey to catch it and yank it out of her hands. He threw it over his shoulder and took his fighting stance again.

Roaring in anger, Clarisse lashed out at Harvey with bare fists. Her assault was met with mirrored strikes from Harvey, his knuckles meeting hers before she could hit anywhere important. While Clarisse stopped her futile attacks, Harvey walked over to where the spear had fallen and tossed it to her.

Pulling the whip from his belt, he unfurled it and took a different stance. "Let round two begin."

Clarisse paused for a moment, only to grab her spear and attack again. Running to Harvey, Clarisse stabbed again and again with her spear. It appeared she was focusing on quick strikes instead of powerful ones this time around.

Every jab she made was hit nothing but air. Harvey had dodged all of her attacks, but still made none of his own. Eventually becoming tired from this game, she backed up. After covering five feet, Harvey made his first move. In an impossibly quick motion, Clarisse's spear once again left her hands, Harvey having grabbed it with his whip. With a flick of his wrist, he then had his chain whip wrapped around Clarisse's ankle. He flicked his wrist again, and through some feat of inhuman strength, he had pulled her body within range of his fists.

It was at this point where Harvey let loose. Punches and kicks all blended together to form a storm of limbs that was not only incredibly effective in subduing Clarisse, but was also a spectacle for the eyes.

Strolling away from Clarisse's unconscious form, Harvey walked up to Percy. All that escaped his lips was a sarcastic "You were saying?"

Author's note: Well, here it is! My first fanfiction based on a book! What do you think? I had this idea for Harvey while ago, but this is his first appearance. I think I might include him in some of my other stories (though obviously not a Demigod). I plan on keeping Harvey as much of a badass in later chapters and all stories. And don't worry, his parentage will be revealed, and I could put money on the challenge that none of you can guess what it is. It's that original. Also, note I have for this particular story:

What time period should I set this in? It's going to be after the Titan War, but I don't know whether it's before, after, or during the Giant war.

I'd love to hear some feedback on this. I'm out.