Hey, everyone! I am back with a new story! Sage of the Gods! Book two of my trilogy. Read on and review.

I do not own Percy Jackson nor Heroes of Olympus, they belong to Rick Riordan.

Chapter One - Carlos

"All A's again…" He mumbled as he slipped the report card into his backpack. He blew into his hands, and then shoved them in his pockets, the chilling air cutting through his clothes and making him shiver. He shivered; he hated the cold so much. He liked summer better, where he could lounge in shorts and short sleeves at home. He sighed, walking through the short cut from school through the park where his family always came on picnics. The willow trees that they loved to stay under were bare, snow caked on the branches. The grass was dead, but he noticed little patches trying to come back. He looked up at the cloudy sky, which was sort of depressing to be honest.

Bam!

He froze as a girl shot through the wall, flipping midair and landing on the ground, panting. She was possibly the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.

Long, black hair tied in a messy braid, hip length, like his sister's. Her clothes were in tatters, ripped jeans, worn out Converse hi-tops, and black hoodie that was torn with marks that looked suspiciously like claw marks. Her skin was sun kissed, dark and luscious like a Latino's. And her eyes… Oh wow, her eyes. They were a bluish gray, with a sea green around the pupil.

Then he noticed the sword. She held a 3 foot long Celestial Bronze blade, gorgeously polished and well maintained. She carried a black backpack with her and it was clear that she was exhausted.

And then the monster came.

A giant, he realized, huge and meaty, blue skinned, his arms tatted from his wrists and all over his chest. He roared and lunged at her, making her jump into midair and land directly in front of him.

"Uh… Are you okay…?" he asked. She turned. Startled, he felt himself freeze up. She had three scars on her face, on her cheek, below her eye and above her eyebrow. She was so gorgeous, he felt his knees tremble. The giant roared and the name clicked in his head: Laistrygonian giant.

Now, he'd never encountered a giant or monster in his entire life. Yes, he's a demigod, son of two demigods. But no time to explain that, he needed to stay alive.

Well, his body had another idea. Despite having ADHD, he felt frozen to the ground staring at the giant running towards them at full speed. She grabbed his wrist, shaking him from his thoughts. She jumped, taking them both. In the air, she wrapped her arm around his waist to keep him from falling, and he immediately wrapped his arms around her neck, squeaking in fear. He hated heights with a passion, but he buried his face into her neck, trembling. She landed, letting go and pushing him behind her. He gripped her pack, having to lean sideways to look at the giant. She was unusually tall for a girl, most likely 5'11 or so. Then he noticed the trident on the handle of the sword.

Riptide…?

"Stay behind me." She ordered.

"W-What…?" Her voice was hoarse and tired, but before he could tell her no, she launched off the ground, flipping and landing on the giant's shoulders, making him swat at this head but she ducked, slamming her sword into his head. He wailed and evaporated into a cloud of black smoke. She landed on the ground on her knees, her sword shrinking and vanishing. He ran to her, going in front and kneeling. She looked up at him and collapsed in his arms, passing out.

He managed to get her back to his house quickly. Surprisingly, she was light and didn't weigh him down, which would've been bad since he was so short and weak. He walked up the sidewalk to his house, glad it wasn't summer and kids weren't out playing. Sure it had snowed but he doubted the parents would let them roam. He rang the doorbell, looking down at her. She was probably his age, seventeen, but looked almost his sister's age. The door opened and his mom stood there.

His mother was possibly the best woman in the world. Long, black hair tied in buns or ponytails and braids, tan skin and kind blue eyes, she was the exact description of love.

"Carlos?" She asked, stepping aside to let him in. "Who's this?"

"I have no idea." He said. She took the girl while he took his shoes and backpack off, pushing a strand of hair behind the girl's ear.

"Oh my…" she said. "Get me towels, the first aid kit and some clothes." She hauled the girl upstairs to the bathroom and he obeyed, grabbing the items and following her. She had pulled off the girl's backpack and untied her hair, taking the pen-wait. Pen? He blinked in confusion until his mom pulled off the girl's sweater.

Black tattoos went up her arms, stopping at her shoulders. A tattoo, SPQR, he made out with a trident and seventeen lines was on her right forearm. Scars intersected with the tattoos, like claws and sword slashes. He set the towels on the counter, along with the first aid kit. His mom pulled off her shirt, a tattered blue tank top, revealing a black sports bra. A tattoo on her side disappeared into her jeans and bra, swirling halfway across her stomach and curling around her belly button.

He didn't really care that she was a girl and he was a guy, because who cared? His mom pulled off her bra, pulling her toward her, and revealing a trident tattoo on her back, from her neck disappearing into her jeans. Three claw scars intersected with it. The tattoo on her side stopped about five inches away.

He started the bath, still watching. She pulled off her pants and underwear, gently laying her in the water as soon as the water was ready. She was covered in minor injuries, bruises and small scratches. Scars were everywhere on her body, too many to count and place. There was a rather detailed owl tattoo on her left hip, its wings wrapping around her body like it was holding onto her.

They washed her from head to toe, shampooing and conditioning her hair well to get the dirt and grime out and then wrapped her in fluffy towels. He held her while his mom went to find some clothes that'd fit her, muttering under her breath that she hoped to find some. He combed her hair, which was hard because it was long, hip length, but he managed to comb it and then braid it. Her hair was unusually soft for not being washed in he guessed maybe… a week? He didn't know. He tied the end and patted the rest of her body dry before grabbing the first aid kit. He rubbed on healing medicine on the cuts, and then put the right sized bandages on them. He then rubbed lotion on her skin, a lotion so soothing that instantly her skin turned soft and moisturized. He glanced at the pen on the backpack and put it in there, so he wouldn't get tempted to uncap it.

"I'm back." His mom said, coming in with clothes as he rubbed on the lotion on her legs. "Oh, honey, you didn't have to do that." She said.

"It's okay. I got her wounds bandaged." He gestured to the small bandages and her braid. "I combed her hair and braided it, so it'd be easier to get her dressed." She smiled and patted his curls. She slipped on her clothes then they took her to the guest room, laying her down and covering her.

"Let me know if she wakes up." He nodded and she left, shutting the door. He got up and got her backpack and his, sitting on the desk and doing his homework, glancing at her every now and then. Her lashes brushed her cheeks, strands of hair on her face.

When he'd seen her smash through that wall, he felt this aura of power radiate from her, and thought she might be a goddess in disguise. The way she moved with ease, the jumps and flips, her strength, he felt almost… jealous and a bit suspicious. He felt embarrassed when she grabbed his waist and jumped into the air. He felt fear when she passed out.

He finished his homework and fell asleep afterwards for who knows how long. When he woke up, his eyes met gray eyes.

He yelped and fell out of his chair. He scrambled up, pressing himself against the wall, staring at the beauty sitting in front of him on the bed.

"Y-Y-You're awake." He stuttered out like an idiot. She nodded, scratching her cheek.

"How long have I been out?"

Thump thump.

He gulped. "Just a few hours." She nodded again, looking around the room curiously. Her bangs were hanging in her eyes, her eyes wide with curiosity. Her strap for her tank top was falling down from her shoulder, her shorts pulled up. She was thin, built like a runner and rather athletic looking. Her chest well… She was big there, not to mention on her bottom and hips.

"Where am I?" she asked, looking at him again with those beautiful eyes.

"M-My house… After you collapsed, I-I brought you here." He gulped. Please don't remember anything from earlier.

"I see…" She tilted her head at him. "What's your name?"

"C-Carlos." He squeaked out. "Y-You?" She smiled.

"Alyx."

To Be Continued...