Hi,

welcome to my new story! This is a combination between an original story I came up with and Percy Jackson. I hope you guys like it. But I doubt you'll like this first chapter

Im uploading this early than planned because, I just want feedback, see if I'm wasting my time. I hope you enjoy this, please tell me your thoughts. This is not a one shot, I swear. But I hope you enjoy.

lets begin!

Nine years before.

It was weird to say the least. For Percy one minute changed just about everything. Percy was too young to understand but that didn't stop him.

The big kid was being being mean to the girl. He kept tripping her and laughing at the pretty blonde, tan girl. He didn't like the big kid at all, despite his obvious size and age disadvantage he yelled at him to stop. He was only a few feet away. The older kid said no with an evil smirk and told Percy to go run to his mommy.

Percy didn't like it, so he just said to go away in a very stern voice for a three and a half year old and gently got up and offered the girl who looked about his age up. She took his hand and he ran away. The big kid glared, knowing if he followed it will just lead to big trouble, so he just went to his Mom and asked politely if they could leave.

Percy and the girl fell by the slide in the sand and the girl thanked him and Percy asked if she wanted to play. She did and they built a huge sand castle, which was really a pile of sand and slightly dried mud.

Percy at the time didn't understand why people could hop from one place to another in seconds without walking. He didn't understand why people could suddenly make food appear in their hand like it was always there. He didn't understand why there were people who had other people in strange clothes following them everywhere they went and constantly talked in their ear. He didn't understand why no one noticed the people running down a street to catch up with a bus with no one noticing or that they were there and then the next second they were gone. He didn't understand it but it was something he saw everyday, everywhere so he thought it was normal. Besides he liked the songs they sing when people are sad or crying.

'Gaurded human, Gaurded human, it pains me to see you like this but do not worry for when your alone and scared I'll always be here. Gaurded human, Gaurded human, do not be afraid for I am here.' It was cool in Percys eyes how people were so nice to others.

But he still didn't get it. He just let it go since his attention span was so thin. But this day was different, a guy about twenty four years old stood by a shady tree with a bright smile on his face as he watched the two kids play and laugh.

He had long neat, jet black hair, pale white skin, dark black eyes, and wearing almost all black. A black neat, clean coat that looked like it was from the American Revolution. A white undershirt, black pants and black boots. No one payed him attention, no one ever did but it didn't matter to him.

His name was Henry but people called him blackjack. A patriot from the American Revolution, who died saving his best friend Raphael, (people called him rainbow)from a bullet that was going straight for his head. No one remembers him and that's fine by him because that's not what he really cared about. Two hundred years in the business and he still loves every moment of it, and he had found his next customer.

He looked around for other free wings but found no one except him, which sucked. He remembers when he couldn't go five steps without bumping into another fellow dead friend but now he only knows a handful of people still in business. But he was slightly glad because that meant he was going to get the person he wants.

faster than the speed of light he was infront of the little boy with black hair, natural tan skin, and strange green eyes.

Percy didn't really care so he just ignored the guy and went on with his lump of a sand castle. Blackjack smiled and placed his hand on Percys head, which made Percy stiffen.

"I give you my blessing and protection." Blackjack muttered under his breath and felt the same familiar link he got whenever he blessed someone. He was now apart of this kids subconscious for as long as the kid lived.

Percy stopped talking to the girl he still didn't know the name of, (not that he cared) and looked up at blackjack with curious eyes but he just smiled, giggled and went back to the sand castle.

Blackjack didn't know it at the time and won't for a couple hours but he found a very special human.

Percy didn't understand who this guy was but he liked him so he just let him be. He was too young to get that now he had a person he never met following him everywhere, but in his three year old mind, there was nothing to fear. In his mind he found a friend, a lifelong friend he found indeed.

four years before

"I'm telling you blackjack! My Mom thinks I'm insane!" Percy screamed into his Finding Nemo pillow. Blackjack sat in Percy chair across the room and sharpened an old fashioned pencil with his hunting knife.

"Percy, ya gotta be more specific." Blackjack said flatly. "Because half the time you are insane." Percy turned his head to look at the twenty four year old man that has been around for as long as Percy could remember. He had a hard glare on his face that made blackjack throw his hands up in mock surrender.

"Mom is taking me to see some phy-phy-phy..."

"phycologist." Black jack said slowly, amused and in a bit of a babyish voice, with a large smirk. "I know Percy, I was there." Percy sat on his bed and threw his pillow at Blackjack. It was a bad throw and it landed only two feet away from the bed. Blackjack shook his head and continued to sharpen his pencil.

"Come on Blackjack!" Percy whined. "She thinks I'm insane! She thinks I have... whatever the long wor-"

"Depression?" Blackjack guessed.

"Yeah that! What is that by the way?" Percy turned his head in curiousity but Blackjack shook his head.

"Nothing, Perce."

"Well she thinks I have it and maybe about a gazillion other things!" Percy fell back onto his bed and a loud groan/yell of frustration. He huffed and was feeling pretty lousy and sad.

Blackjack could feel Percy bad mood, literally but really didn't know what to do. Percy was the first clear sighted mortal he's ever guarded, he really doesn't think the normal ways to make him feel better would work. "Blackjack? Do you think I'm crazy?"

Blackjack stopped dead in his tracks and he felt his throat clog up.

"No?" Blackjack flinched internally because even to him it sounded more like a question. Oh Zeus help me, Blackjack thought to himself.

Percy lifted his head up, he had big sad eyes. Percy felt like crying, his best friend besides Annabeth thought he was crazy. He turned so his back was to his friend and covered his face with one of blankets.

"No Perce, that's not what I meant." Blackjack was starting to get teary eyed but he couldn't cry himself, Percy has to cry in order for him to cry. "Percy please stop crying, I don't think your crazy like you deserve to be thrown into a mental hospital." Tears started to leak from blackjack eyes and he knew from the growing feeling in his chest that Percy was angry and sad at him.

"Percy, I don't think you should go to that Doctor." Blackjack decided on. From the way Blackjack suddenly felt curious, he knew he got Percys attention.

Gods this kid is so much harder to deal with. Blackjack thought. No wonder no one likes clear sighted mortals. "I really, really, really don't. But kid, ya gotta admit you aren't normal." Blackjack used his coat to wipe his eyes, while Percy pulled the blankets down a little and peeked through.

"Yeah, because apparently I still have imaginary friends, when I don't. Because apparently you don't exist. Because apparently no one can see you but me!" Percy sat up again and started turning red. "Blackjack I'm sick of that, why can't anyone else see you!" Blackjack flinched and groaned, running his fingers threw his hair.

"You're too young..."

"But why!?" Percy screamed. Percy mother stopped outside Percys bedroom and pulled her ear to the door.

Blackjack banged his head against the table. He could feel Percys frustration and anger or maybe that was him because he couldn't tell Percy, not yet.

"Perce, it's complicated."

"But why!? I can take it! Why can't anyone see you!?" Percy was starting to feel helpless. His second best friend kept secrets from him, his mother thought he was insane. He didn't feel right.

"Stop Percy," blackjack hissed. "Do you want the whole building to hear you?" This just made Percy even more angry.

"I don't care! I don't care! Why can I only see you!? Or am I really crazy!? Do I belong in a mental hospital, blackjack?! Because I'm starting to think I do!" Percy was getting teary eyed again, blackjack quickly whipped his tears away.

Percys mother, Sally, gulped in fear. She didn't want to do anything too dramatic but kids always seem to get rid of their imaginary friends by five, but percy still saw his friend blackjack and she was afraid there might be some medical condition involved, but now she's afraid it was going deeper into Percys subconscious.

"Gosh darn it Percy stop yelling, stop screaming and stop crying. You know how much I hate it." Blackjack muttered. "Look kid, you're too young, period. I'll tell you when you're older, okay? But for right now we need to make some boundaries or else you will end up in a mental institution and quite honestly I didn't not want to step the rest of your life sitting in a padded room."

Percy knew when Blackjack got like this he won't win. Ever. Period. So he just glared at Blackjack and crossed his arms and muttered a whatever.

Blackjack told him his conditions. Told him what to do and what not to do. Percy objected to most of it, or all of it. He didn't understand and most likely never would have on his own.

"But I don't wanna do that blackjack! I like talking to you!" Percy yelled. Blackjack clamped his hand over Percys mouth and glared right at Percy.

"I said don't be so loud Percy!" Blackjack shouted. "I don't exist unless I say so, understand? Don't speak to me, don't look at me, don't so match as smile at something I said, completely ignore me. If you try to, then I'll ignore you, got it? Don't shout at me when we are by ourselves, don't yell, don't scream and don't cry when I do something you don't like. I don't exist and our conversations from now are completely secret. Understand?" Percy shook his head, making blackjacks hand fall from Percys mouth.

"No," Percy said stubbornly. "I don't get it, but whatever. I mean it's not like you ever tell me anything about anything else." Blackjack felt so bad, he could feel Percy anger and pain but he really couldn't do anything. Percy really was to young, he wouldn't understand.

"One day Percy." Blackjack ruffled Percys hair and the hair fell back into place perfectly.

"A time and a date." Percy mumbled under his breath. Blackjack heard and started thinking about an appropriate age to find out about Blackjacks death. What he is and basically loose his innocence on the aspect of death itself.

"Twelve." Blackjack decided. "On your twelfth birthday I'll tell you, everything." Percy looked at him with horror.

"But that's in four years!" Percy shouted. Blackjack shot Percy a hard look that made Percy bite and hold his tongue.

"It's the age I decided on." Blackjack spitted. "Get over it Percy. You're so lucky I haven't abandoned you already." With that blackjack disappeared in a blink of an eye. Leaving Percy feeling sad. He didn't get it. It wasn't fair.

percy had been trying to convince himself that nothing was wrong with him, that's he's normal and everyone around him is crazy but he really has to stop and think, 'Am I mentally insane?'

One month before

Percy started growing restless in his bed. He was having a really bad nightmare about Annabeth hating him because she found out about his small (maybe not so small) crush on her.

Blackjack, like always, woke up from the nightmare first and started to will Percy up. It was about six thirty on Percys twelfth birthday.

Today's the day, blackjack thought to himself. Percy jumped awake with a gasp and heavy breathes. Percy groaned and fell back to go back to sleep.

Blackjack stood on top of the bed and kicked Percy in the side. Like always Percy felt a slight pinch but it was like when suddenly your side or random part of your body randomly started aching and it left instantly.

"Get up Percy. Get some socks and something warm on." Blackjack kicked him again and Percy grunted, pulling the covers over his head.

"No, it's a Sunday morning and it's too early to get up." Percy grumbled, curling into a ball. Blackjack rolled his eyes and kicked him again.

"Perce, it's your twelfth birthday. Get up!" Percy growled and kicked Blackjacks feet through the sheets.

"So you'll let me sleep in, blackjack." Percy mumbled. "'And don't shout so loud' Blackjack." Percy quoted with a tiny smirk. Blackjack rolled his eyes. Four years and he still hasn't let go of that.

To say Blackjacks and Percys relationship has been strained for the past few years would be a little understatement. Percy knew Blackjack will tell him everything but sometimes it got hard, especially the last couple years since he'd realized in all the time Percys known Blackjack he hadnt aged a bit, or changed clothes ever. Percy didn't get anything about blackjack and everytime he asked blackjack would just say your not old enough.

He was just confused, he could teleport places, no one else could see him, he did so many weird things.

People have made fun of him to this day that he had an 'imaginary friend,' till he was eight and recently people have found him talking to blackjack and a few other friends of his no one can see when he thought they were alone and now his mom is worried again since the people who found him was the principal and a teacher his mom was best friends with.

Percy may get confused and angry at blackjack a lot but he was still someone special to Percy since he had always been there for him when no one else even cared.

Blackjack sighed and jumped onto the bed so he was sitting on the bed. His coat bunching up at the ends, he set his hand on Percys shoulder and he huffed.

"Perce, I said I'll tell you everything on your twelfth birthday, remember?" Percy pulled the covers down and nodded. "Well happy twelfth birthday, kid. I got a story to tell." Percy smiled and curled into a ball and got into his a 'story time' position.

Blackjack leaned against the bed post and started his story."You know the American revolution?" Percy frowned and nodded explaining he learned about it in school. Blackjack smiled slightly, it was bittersweet.

True schools did a good job of describing the war. He remembers when King George kept taxing them dry because the idiot couldn't go five years without starting a war with France or Spain. He remembers how horrible it felt to find one of his cows missing. He remembers the whole ordeal when he was alive. The war. it's just when it comes to describing individual people that schools vier off the beaten path. Some people get praised up and down for doing barely anything, while others did so much for early America and all they get is a few mentions in a history book and no one remembers them as soon as they leave the classroom. It sucked.

But it was amazing. They won, his death wasn't for nothing. They won.

Blackjack sighed a bit.

"Still can't believe we won." He muttered. Percy picked up on the word 'we.'

"'we?'" Percy asked. Blackjack looked down at Percy and nodded. Percy was confused normally when people talk about the patriots winning against the British they always say the colonist, the colonies, the patriots, or something like that but never, 'we.'

Blackjack turned a bit and lowered his shirt just a tiny bit on the right side. Sitting there just below his shoulder, around the lower part of his collar bone was a dent in his skin. A hole that went about three quarters of an inch of the way in, the rim was maroon red, the skin torn and jagged. It was ugly and scary.

Percy slowly sat up to stare at it. His mom said it was rude to stare at someone's wounds, no matter how scary or interesting they are, but it was impossible to look away.

Percy wanted to touch the wound, don't ask why he just did.

Blackjack kind of found Percys amazement amusing, he didn't take offense at all, you kind of forget what the big deal is after a while.

"You can take a closer look." Blackjack said with a smirk. Percy took up the offer and gently lowered his fingers curiously around the edges. Blackjack didn't feel a thing, so no it didn't hurt. He just continued to smirk.

Blackjack lifted his shirt back up and Percy just looked to his friend for answers.

"I was in the war." Blackjack started again. "I was a rancher in South Carolina. A bit off track but I no I didn't believe in slavery. Anyway, I raised cattle, horses, goats, sheep. Just a whole lot of livestock. I was runnin' the ranch with just my family and me and a couple other hands we hired. I was married, didn't have any kids. It was just my parents, me and my wife. British soldiers started showing up at our house and demanded we house and feed the lot of 'em. If we refused, they'd take our cattle, butcher it and take the meat for themselves without payin' us a penny. I got mad, I didn't think it was right for them to steel my income." Blackjack looked right into Percys eyes.

"To you kid, a single cow means nothing, but back then it was like steeling a brand new, expensive car. I wanted them to either pay for what they stole or get the..." Blackjack cursed. "Out of my country because they had no right to steel any of our cows or livestock." Blackjacks accent from back then was slowly coming back without him realizing it. It was how Percy knew he was serious.

"My parents disagreed, thought that there were bad people and good people, we just kept meetin' the bad ones. They were still loyal to the king. My wife, bless her soul, was always in the middle. Thought that what my parents said was true, there's good and bad people and we keep meeting the bad but she also thought it wasn't fair a country across an ocean got to dictate what the colonies did. She wanted more freedom but she didn't want to go to war. I was tired of it though, so when sign ups for the patriot army came along, I signed it. I went and fought, made friends, became popular in my troop and met a lot of famous people you probably barely know about. Well one of my friends had a gun aimed for his head in a scrimmage with some British troops. I pushed Him out of the way and the bullet got me right in the shoulder." Blackjacks hand went over were the bullet entered his skin and sighed.

"It probably doesn't look bad to you Perce, but in that time, if a bullet so much as cut you, you were considered a goner. We didn't have great technology, we were in rough terrain and infection was common. My friend dragged me to a clinic but I was three quarters dead and the wound was already infected. I went within thirty seconds of getting to the clinic." Percy eyes were the size of saucers. He was so amazed by Blackjacks life. But was so confused at the same time.

Blackjack closed his eyes. He remembers how everything hurt, how tired and groggy he felt. It wasn't like people described it in books. There was no peace till the very last millisecond. You don't have a flashback were you watch your life flash before your eyes, you just think about the most important things or people in your life and it takes the whole time not a second. He was tired and everything was blurry so he thought, he'd just go to sleep and the black closed in on his eyes, till there was nothing left to see. When he woke up he had his favorite outfit on, he was suddenly younger and standing in front of his own lifeless body.

"So you're a ghost?" Percy muttered under his breath. Blackjack threw his head back and laughed.

"I guess but not really." Blackjack laughed. He felt like a weight has been lifted off his shoulder. It felt so good to tell his human. "So you know the Greek gods. Zeus, Poseidon, Hades? Well they're real. They don't get into human affairs as much anymore so you rarely see them or see any demigods but that's off track. So when a person dies they go to the underworld. You face three judges and they decide if you go the fields of punishment, a place for all the evil people. The meadow of asphodel, a place for normal people, the didn't do anything good or bad. Or Elysium, a place for fallen heroes. Or people who did a lot of good in their life. Well if you get Elysium you get two other options, rebirth or guardianship." Blackjack smiled softly.

"Guardianship is were you find a person you think is special. Someone worth protection. You give them your blessing and protection and you become their guardian. You watch them, help them make decisions, help them throughout their lives. You become their conscience.

"I got Elysium. I didn't want to forget my past life, so rebirth was out of the question. I wanted to see what had happened to my country in the time I was gone. So I chose guardianship. It was meant to be a one time thing. See what's up with the United States, protect the person I found and come back and enjoy Elysium. But gods did I love guardianship so much." blackjack sighed. "I loved the connection you had with your human, I loved seeing their experiences, I loved that I knew everything about my human and I embodied them as well but I still was able to stay myself. I loved every second of it, so my person died eventually and I signed up to be a guardian again. Over two hundred thirty years later, Im Still loving it." Percy smiled really big. Blackjack made it sound like a lot of fun.

"So who is your human now?" Percy asked. Is it weird that he just found out about all this and he was not shocked or anything just amazed. Plus it made since to him now.

Blackjack gave Percy a 'are you serious?' Look.

"You are." Blackjack said. Percy jaw slowly dropped and then turned into a smile. He was happy, very, very, very, happy.

Blackjack sighed. "But Percy, you aren't supposed to see me." Percy got confused again. He wasn't supposed to see blackjack?- why? What does that mean?

Blackjack had to think about the best way to explain this.

"You... are what we call a clear sighted mortal. A long time ago it meant they could see through the mist, a force that hid the Greek gods, and they could see monsters and magical creatures like the Pegasus. But the doors of death have closed and monsters can't come back to the mortal world And gods have mostly stopped having kids for the most part, demigods are extremely rare and the mist has strengthened so it's about one in ten trillion people can see through it. So now it means you can see guardians. I'm supposed to be invisible to you. Your not supposed to be able to see, hear and touch me. And I can't directly touch you without using a lot of energy. But because you're clear sighted, Your senses work differently, you can feel me if I put my hand on your shoulder." Blackjack looks at Percy face to try and read what he's thinking.

"That's why no one else can see me. Or why no one can see Sam, Beckendorf, Selena, Sammy, Zoë, Connor and all the rest of 'em. We aren't imaginary, we aren't superheroes or anything. We are just guardians, looking after our humans. You're the weird one." The last sentence was fun and playful, it made Percy smile.

Percy thought it was cool. He was so happy blackjack finally told him everything. He was happy he wasn't insane, just 'special' which is a stretch but it works.

Percy asked how the other became guardians and blackjack explained each to the best of his ability.

Zoe was a hunter of Artemis that died from an arrow to the heart, about two thousand years ago. Her human is Percy cousin Thalia grace because the girl has something against men which Zoë likes in her humans. Zoë thinks Thalia will be a maiden forever, she thinks she'll do something amazing that doesn't involve men in her life, Thalia is going to show the world that she can be happy without a boy at her side.

Beckendorf and Selena are complecated. Beckendorf was a slave to Selena's father and they both fell in love with each other. When they were found out, Beckendorf got charged with rape and sexual assault and was killed. He came back to guard Selena who was a clear sighted mortal. Her father found her talking to Beckendorf and things of that nature and thought a demon had possessed her. So to get the demon out they locked her in a room with no food or water. She died and then Selena wanted to know what gaurdianship was like so she became a guardian. Beckendorf didn't want to do anything without her so he signed up again.

Beckendorf guards Leo Valdez. A crazy friend of Percys who loves to build things like Beckendorf and dreams of being a mechanic. Beckendorf thinks he'll be more though, he'll invent something amazing, Beckendorf can feel it.

Selena guards Piper McLean because Piper loves, love and fashion. But she isn't crazy like most people. She dresses modestly for this generation and has a unique since of style. Selena thinks Piper is going to go somewhere in fashion if piper would just draw down the ideas in her head.

Sammy, is Leo's grandfather. Which makes sense since they look exactly alike. Anyway he died of old age, and got Elysium for his part in the Second World War. He wanted to guard Leo but he was taken by Beckendorf, so he is hazels guardian because he and her grandmother go ways back. Plus he just likes her.

Connor is Travis Stoll's twin brother. He doesn't have much a life story since it's about two seconds long. There was a complication when he and his brother were born and Travis made it, Connor didn't. Because he was basically an unborn infant when he died the judges gave him Elysium and Connor went back to gaurd his brother.

Sam died in World War Two because she was at the wrong country at the wrong time. She was Muslim, still is despite everything, she was visiting someone in Germany when she was taken to concentration camps and marked as a Jew.

She guards Percys best friends cousin Magnus Chase. She just think he's brave and likes how he's so kind and smart, even if he doesn't use his brain half the time.

Then then there is Austin, who died on the titanic. He was in the boiler room when they hit the iceberg. He guards Will Solace. Austin likes his medical skill, and thinks he'll be a great doctor one day.

There is tempest who died in a deadly lightning storm and guards Percy cousin Jason grace. Tempest loves Jason for being a strong leader, being calm headed and fair.

Percy thought it was neat. He was so happy, that he could see guardians because he could asks so many questions about the time they lived and about what they've seen as a guardian. He was so interested and he also thought maybe he could beat Annabeth in one of those brain games.

The day

Percy was whining and groaning about going out to eat, for dinner. A business thing for his father.

"But mom I want to spend the night at Annabeths." He whined. Blackjack flicked Percys ear, it hurt.

"Don't disobey you mom Perce." Blackjack glared. "If I did that when I was young I would have been beating till I was black and blue." Well it isn't 1780 something. Percy thought back. Blackjack heard the thought and rolled his eyes.

"I know sweetie but tomorrow, I promise." Sally tried to fix Percy hair but it was like trying to put all the sand in the world into a single jar. It was impossible. Percy huffed and put the phone back to his ear as he kept saying "owch." Over and over from his mom pulling at his hair.

"Sorry Annabeth." Percy apologized. "Owch, owch, owch, owch, owch, Ow! MOM!"

"It's fine seaweed brain. Your mom said tomorrow and we still have a week till we have to finish our project." Annabeth reasoned. Percy grunted into the phone as his mom pulled his hair again.

"Well I need to hang up before my mom kills me!" Percy shouted looking at his mother who was still trying to do the impossible.

Sally hit his shoulder playfully and shook her head.

"Whatever stupid head." Annabeth said, Percy could feel the girl roll her eyes. "See you tomorrow."

"Love you, you won't forget me right!" Percy said being over dramatic like always. The whole love you thing is normal for them but it wasn't romantic. They loved each other the way two best friends should care about each other. On Annabeths side anyway, since Percy has a huge crush on Annabeth. But still the love you thing is not romantic.

Percy could hear Annabeth try to hold in her snickers.

"You are the most stupid person on earth. Of course I'll remember you by tomorrow, it's impossible to forget someone you've known your whole life in a single day, unless your brain gets severe damage to the..." Percy moaned.

"Mom Annabeth is making me learn again." Sally chuckled and shook her head again.

"At least I get straight A's!" He hears Annabeth yell from the phone.

"I have ADHD and dyslexia! And not everyone can be a genius like you!" Percy yelled back into phone trying to defend his grade point average.

He hears another seaweed brain.

"Don't forget meeeeeee!" Percy said again in the same dramatic voice. Annabeth huffed.

"Whatever. Bye."

"Bye." Percy said back and they both hanged up.

Percy huffed and groaned from his head throbbing as Sally gave up on his hair.

Later that night

"I'm just worried." Percys dad posiedon whispered to his mother, thinking Percy couldn't hear them over the music playing as they headed home. "He keeps doing this and if it gets any worse..."

"We've already taken him to several doctors posiedon, they all say he's perfectly normal, except for having ADHD and dyslexia." Sally whispered.

"It's not normal for a kid his age to talk to himself.."

"He doesn't talk to himself he talks to his imaginary friend Blackjack. What's I think is so weird is how detailed Percy would describe him, and that he was human, it was almost if we really weren't seeing anyone but he could."

"That's ridiculous, you know it." Posiedon whispered back.

Percy felt out of sort. He sighed and continued to look out the window.

I hate it when they talk about me. Percy thought. Blackjack sighed and rubbed his humans back.

"Don't worry kid." Blackjack said with comfort. "There's nothin wrong with ya." Percy huffed again.

Percy had a seatbelt on, or he thought he did. Without his or Blackjacks knowledge the buckle was broken and loose, it was threatening to unclick.

Posiedon and Sally were still talking when they drove across an intersection. The light was green, the street on that side of town were mostly empty. Not enough to be considered deserted but enough for no traffic.

Posiedon didn't see the car attempting to run the red light.

The car hit the Jacksons car at a speed of 93 miles per hour. On the left side of the car. Percys side. He flung to the right side on the car, right through blackjack who dissapeared to the side of the road. Percy hit his head, but it just made everything a tiny bit dizzy or a lot dizzy. he forgot his name for a second or two and he slid into the spot between the back seats and front seats and the spot between the door and the cup holders.

Blackjack felt the first wave of pain from Percy, on his head. Blackjack felt dizzy and momentarily forgot about Percy as well.

Then the car behind them that was doing 40, in a 25 miles per hour lane, banged into the back of the Jacksons car. The back seat moved forward and dug into Percys front side. Percy curled into a small ball so he could protect himself a bit better.

A few cars hit the one that hit the back of the Jacksons car which drove it deeper into the Jacksons car.

That happened within two seconds and on the third second. Another car from the right side of the Jacksons car smashed right into the back right side (after being startled when they were trying to slow down at red light, at the sight of the crash, Instead of pressing the break they pressed the gas) of the Jacksons car, where Percy was already being crushed. Percy felt excruciating pain with all the metal digging into his skin and his head spinning.

He couldn't feel his legs. He felt tired. His head hurt. He felt something running down his stomach and the side of his face but he didn't know what.

Blackjack could feel the pain just like he could feel everything else that happened to Percy.

Percy felt so dizzy, so tired. He heard screams. He heard wails of sorrow and banging fist on metal. He hears loud shouts and cars coming to a stop.

He couldn't feel his legs at all, and his stomach and sides were starting to turn numb as well.

Blackjack was feeling the same but he could still move so he thought of were he wanted to go and found himself in the Jacksons car.

Posiedon was passed out in the drivers seat. Sally had been flung out of the car, landing on solid road but she didn't land on her head which was good and she was laying half conscious on the floor with people surrounding her. Percy was still in his little space crushed by the car the right side, the seat and the little raised space for cup holders.

Percys had a large gash on the side on his head and the right side car crushed his midsection. Blackjack put his hand on Percy head and made Percy look up at him.

"Hey Perce." Blackjack muttered because that's really all he could do. Percy whined incoherent words and was crying. Everything hurt. "It's okay Perce. You'll be alright." Blackjack said soothingly.

"Remember ya have a sleepover with Annabeth later." Blackjack muttered. "You'll be okay." It was wishful thinking. Blackjack has seen people die dozens of times. He was a guardian it was his job. He knew when someone's time was up, but he didn't want Percy to panick.

But percy kind of already knew he was a goner.

"Relax Percy." Blackjack advised. "Forget the pain. And it'll go away." Percys eyes were rimmed with black and the black was slowly going towards the center of his vision.

Percy did as he was told, blackjack hands soothing him with his hands running through his hair was helping him do as told.

I'm scared. Percy thought. Blackjack heard it and smiled.

"I know kid." He muttered. "But I'll get you to Elysium. I swear." Percy cried faster, the blackness almost getting to the center of his eyes.

He couldn't hear anything after that, just what blackjack was putting into his head.

In one millisecond Percy felt peace.

Calm.

Nothing.

The blackness blinked Percys vision away.

Chapter one done. Don't hate me! Not yet anyway!

Please just don't kill me!

I hope you've enjoyed. Though somehow I doubt it. I'm sorry for misspelling anything. I'll see you later.

I would love feedback! But no pressure. Like always. I'll see you later!

bye.

-Kayla