Hey, so this is my first Fanfic, sooooo let's hope its somewhat okay….alright well, here's chapter 1! (Oh yeah, and made up the whole West Virginia being a very highly populated by monster state. I don't think it actually said that in the books.:))
It was a beautiful Saturday. Three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun shining down so brightly it would hurt your eyes even if you weren't looking at it. Percy Jackson and Thalia Grace were trudging up a mountain in West Virginia. Sweat poured down their faces, and for once, Thalia had her hair in a ponytail, and she wasn't wearing black clothes.
They had been doing this for days. Progress was slow, but getting to the top was all they had thought about for the past week. Well, actually they had wished that they'd get higher up much faster. For two reasons. One, they would be nearer to the top, two, it would start to get all cold and snowy.
Curse global warming, Percy thought silently, without it, I might be physically capable of smiling. He looked over at Thalia. She gave him a pained looking grimace that he realized was supposed to be a smile. A week ago they had been sitting around at Camp Half-Blood, (Thalia and her huntresses had come to visit), and had gotten an urgent notice from a very scared looking satyr that Annabeth had disappeared into the forest a couple of hours ago. They started looking for her immediately.
Annabeth was a daughter of Athena, and being very smart, she had to have been kidnapped, because she would have told Percy and Thalia that she was leaving if she was going on some type of quest or unexpected vacation. (Which almost never happened at Camp Half-Blood.)
Percy continued to climb. Suddenly, Thalia stopped, swiveling her head up just like one of her timber wolves when they were about to howl at the moon. She looked nervous. Then her tensed shoulders relaxed and she turned to Percy. "I swear I heard the beginning of a rockslide," she said, "you don't hear vibrations like that anywhere else." Percy nodded. Now that he thought about it, while he had been absorbed in thinking about Annabeth, and what they were going to do next, he had felt a slight rumble go through the cliff.
It took a couple of minutes before Thalia was willing to keep on climbing. Her fear of heights must really be bugging her. By then, it was getting kind of dark. They needed to find a place to camp for the night. After an hour of searching, Thalia finally found a ledge with a shrub on it underneath which they could sleep. While Percy spread out their bedrolls, Thalia took her bow and arrows and set off to get some meat for dinner. "I'll probably come across some scrawny mountain goat or something," she had said with a shrug, and Percy had replied, "Please no mountain goats, it'll make me feel like I'm eating Grover." Grover was their friend, a teenage satyr who was very fond of apples and tin cans. Percy noticed miserably that he really missed camp. He missed sword fighting in the arena, and seeing the defiant look on Mr. D, (also known as Dionysus, the wine god) face as he lost another game of pinochle to Chiron the centaur. Mr. D was the director of the camp, and Chiron ran all of the activities.