**Author's note: my name is Iman and all of the characters in this fanfic, belong to Rick Riordan, and not myself. I really love the story and things, but I couldn't possibly think of how to start The Son of Neptune. So if the beginning is a little slow, I apologize. This is my first fanfic EVER, and I'm really nervous. Tons of other, better writers have submitted. And I hope people will read my story, and comment!
Please and Thankyou!
Chapter 1
Percy
The darkness was stifling, choking. He couldn't think straight, couldn't tell up from down. The darkness was everywhere, yet nowhere at all. It was tangible and intangible. Where was it coming from? Why was it there?
Maybe it's all in my head, he thought.
He wanted to escape the darkness, it felt cold, chilling, like it was sucking all the happiness out of him, washing is mind clean. He could feel pieces of himself drifting away, taken on a current and lost in the infinity that was the ocean.
At once, he tried to remember who he was, what his name was, his age, anything at all about himself. But it was like trying to hold water in your hands. He was falling through the darkness at an alarming speed.
Vaguely he wondered where he was going to end up, but the thought was just a tickle in the back of his head. He could smell something salty. He tired turning is head in the direction the scent was coming from. But he didn't have any control over his body.
All he had was the annoying almost sense of himself in his own mind. He felt heavy falling. Then the darkness started to thin, and little by little he started to feel his body, he could almost open his eyes, could almost reach out.
SPLASH! He fell in water, not just any water but he was in the ocean, he knew now where the salty scent came from. He had no idea why the darkness would drop him in the middle of the ocean. Where was he? Did he even know how to swim? By the gods, he was going to drown.
He looked around. The water was a pretty light blue. He tried to calm himself down, counting to ten and back again. He felt as if, he shouldn't be afraid of the ocean, it was his friend, a lifelong companion. He started swimming to the surface, he didn't know he knew which direction the surface was. But he swam anyway, and sure enough he broke through, gasping for air.
He found himself on the shore of what looked like some sort of camp, in the middle of nowhere. He struggled onto land and immediately, collapsed onto the sand. He could hear people yelling of in the distance but non of their words penetrated his brain. Percy was out cold.