Guess what guys? This is my first actual story (that I've uploaded, that is) that isn't a one shot, and my second story total.
First, my cat is now here. His name is Milo.

Milo: *deep growl*

Calm down, I'll feed you in a second. Anyways, I've got to feed my kit-cat, so, enjoy the story while I do so :3

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson
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Jane
I couldn't get any peace.

The cars rumbling by, the cold November night air...Whether it was noise or feeling, I wasn't at ease. It was my own fault that I was put in this situation, and I knew that perfectly well. Preferably, I would've rather been inside Starbucks having some coffee and a pastry, but if you don't have money, like me, you don't have anything.

My name is Jane Alexis Bishop. Before I continue the story I'm going to tell you, I'm going to tell you a little about myself. I have straight dark brown hair, almost black, with bangs that I keep tucked behind my left ear. My eyes are green. I have natural tan skin, with a few freckles here and there. I barely reach 5'7, which isn't too bad for a fifteen year old girl, with a thin build. My personality is bland, with little good qualities. I'm not the most optimistic person you'll see, for example, one of my many bad qualities, but I'm satisfying. Some things you needed to know about me before we go on.

I leaned against the brick building, waiting in the alleyway. Waiting for what? For my friend Sydney. I'm going to tell you a little about her too, because she's a part of this story that is important.

Sydney Lynn Evans is (basically) the opposite of me. She's 5'3 with a thin build, one of the only things we share. She has platinum blonde hair, and icy blue eyes, with pale skin. She's pretty, with freckles across her nose. Even though she's the same age as I am, she looks as if she could be twelve. She's constantly optimistic, with a cheerful aura, despite the situation we're in. I was waiting for her to get back from the bathroom, and she was taking her time.

The longer she was in there, the longer I was stuck out here. It was even worse because of the smell of Manhattan, the pollution. Canada was much more clear, although...that's enough of my past. That is the past for a reason. Anyways, it became even worse to stand out here when the cold snow begun to fall. The crystallized water wasn't as beautiful as usual to me, possibly due to my annoyance of it. If I hadn't been standing here for so long, I doubt I would say that it wasn't beautiful, but contrary to that, I had been, as you know.

At this point, I was beginning to wonder if Sydney had abandoned me.

It was far fetched for her, but on the other hand, it wasn't. Remember when I mentioned 'in our situation'? What I meant by that was that we're homeless. That's how Sydney and I met, on the streets. Not only are we homeless, but we're hunted-by monsters. The kind that you see in your nightmares or the kind in myths. They seem to be drawn to me, and I can see why Sydney would want to get away. So, I decided, I'll go and look for her.

Bad mistake.

I walked around onto the sidewalk, heading to Central Park, darting through ongoing people and traffic. I figured since the public bathrooms at the park is where she would've went, considering it was the closest option available. I really hoped I would find her, since she was my only friend. Thoughts raced through my mind, all of which were theories on what could've happened to her. Monsters, kidnappers, abandonment...Anything could've happened. I ran through the park towards the restrooms, my sneakers pounding against the concrete in a rhythmic pattern.

When I finally reached the restrooms, she was there, being attacked. By a monster.

"SYDNEY!" I shouted instinctively. She turned her head, allowing the thing to have an advantage. It, well, her, looked like a woman and a snake combined into one. She/It had the qualities of a female, but, instead of legs, two serpent trunks was were legs should've been. She had on some armor, with ancient designs on it. In her hand she had a spear, ready to kill Sydney. Well, she was.

Now she turned her attention to me, which kept her from using her advantage thankfully.

"Demigodssss," she hissed at us, the 's' sounding like what I'd imagine a snake's pronunciation of the letter would be. I had to act quickly. She was fully prepared for battle, while Sydney and I only had our clothes and a thick, long stick Sydney was using to fight the monster. I was amazed that she had used the stick to fight off the monster, when she (the monster) had a spear. I almost considered finding a stick too, but after I considered my options in my head, I realized it would be useless. I needed something stronger.

My thinking was interrupted by the monster.

"Demigodssss, I will kill you," she said. "I'll make ssure you are mine!" I immediately thought, we're going to lose. I was about to take action, when I realized she called us 'demigods'. I'd heard it plenty enough, but it never occurred to me that it could mean something special.

I suddenly asked, "Demigods?" It bought us some time at least.

She gave an evil smirk, and remarked, "Cute. You don't even know what you are." I glanced at Sydney, who looked just as confused as I did. I was curious on what she meant, but before I could ask anything else, I heard a voice.

"Hang on!"

A boy came rushing at the monster. He was wearing jeans, a pair of orange converses, a navy blue zip up hoodie, and a matching orange shirt that said, at least, I think, "Camp Half-Blood." What that meant I wasn't sure, but I knew that soon I'd know. He had jet black hair, tan skin, and sea green eyes. In his hand, he held a bronze sword, which was already doing more damage then the stick. I watched as the boy fought the monster, slicing right through her. She evaporated into golden dust, and the boy put the end of a pen cap on the tip of the sword. It turned into a regular pen, and that was enough of a warning to me.

"Sydney, first, are you all right, and second, slowly back away."

"I'm fine Jane, and it's okay, we don't need to back away."

"Yes we do!"

I started to move away, but Sydney grabbed my arm and pulled me back. The boy looked gratefully at her, then looked at me. "It's okay, I'm not like that Scythian dracanae. My name is Percy Jackson, and I'm like you guys." I stared at him suspiciously. I doubted he meant that he was homeless like us, and, judging by the way he fought that monster, I guessed he meant that he was whatever a 'demigod' was, considering we were attacked and called demigods.

"Well then, Percy, what exactly are we? And what is a Scythian dracanae?" I asked him, my voice sounding cold.

He held up his hands in salute, the pen still in his right hand. "You both have ADHD, right?"

We both nodded.

"Dyslexia?"

We nodded again.

"You guys are demigods," he explained, putting the pen in his pocket.

Sydney spoke up. "Demigods? What are demigods?"

Percy smiled. His smile reminded me of someone who was up to something and you knew that they were. He looked at Sydney and said, "Demigods. We are...well, have you heard of the Greek and Roman gods?"

She nodded, and I did too. Before Percy said anything else, he looked up at the sky, squinting to avoid getting snowflakes in his eyes. "Stupid snow," he muttered, then went back to what he was saying. "Anyways, since you've heard of them, you, er, will at least know some necessary things. Demigods are..well, half human, half god."

"We-are-half-GOD?!" I exclaimed, my mouth slacking.

"Yep." He nodded, still smiling. "And now-I'm going to take you to Camp Half-Blood. Oh, about the Scythian dracanae, I'll tell you about it and much more once we get to camp. "

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