I DO NOT OWN PJO OR HoO. RICK RIORDAN DOES. I KNOW THAT SOMEBODY ELSE HAS WRITTEN A STORY VERY SIMILAR TO THIS BECAUSE I READ IT AGES AGO, BUT I CAN'T FIND IT NOW, SO I'M WRITING MY OWN VERSION.
*Flashback*
It was Sixth Grade at lunch. I'd stayed in the Gym, because I'd be alone and I wanted to think, but this guy was there too. Said he was a TA.
I was sitting there, reading my book, The Origin of Species by Charles Dickens, when the TA started growing. He grew to giant height. I was about to scream when a boy my age, with messy black hair and a sword busted through the window.
"I've been looking for you. You too scared to fight me?" He said cheekily. At that, the giant roared and went for the boy. But all the guy did was dodge a blow here, deflect a hit there. Eventually, he cut the giant in the soft area behind the ankle and it turned into dust.
I was about to thank the boy when I saw him jump up into the window, ready to leave. Before he jumped out, he turned to me. The first thing I saw was his eyes. They were green, no blue, no a sea green. A kind of colour that couldn't decide on being green or blue. He smiled and told me to remember him. I nodded, mutely. He laughed; he had a beautiful laugh.
He turned and disappeared. That was when I skedaddled; I didn't plan on getting caught having done something I didn't do.