Hey guys! This is my first fanfic so don't laugh if its really bad. Ive had this idea for a while so I decided to let it come to life. I love this series so Im going have a lot of fun with this. Im gonna make this at least 20 chapters long and its gonna be in the POV of at least 8, probably more, characters. Its gonna turn into an amazing story so please don't give up on me. Ill try to post a new chapter everyday. PLEASE R&R! thanks sooo much guys!

Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own any of the story or characters of the Percy Jackson and the Olympians Series.

Lee's POV

Oh, man. I really did it this time. I looked over at Quentin, and he stared back with a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Did I not tell you this was gonna happen? " he questioned, clearly annoyed but still amused.

The three empousas' walked lazily down the alley towards us, the one in the middle, clearly the leader, wearing a grin on her face. They obviously thought they had us cornered.

"Quentin. Shut the fuck up. I'm not in the mood for this shit," I growled back. And truthfully, I really wasn't up for this. I mean, don't get me wrong. I'm always up for a good fight, especially with a pissed empousa. But tonight, I was tired. I just wanted to get to Camp Half-Blood, like the letter from my dad said. Of course he couldn't tell me himself. No, he was far to busy so he sent Hermes with a letter. Nothing else, not money, not directions, not an 'I love you'. Just a letter with a general location to the safe haven for demigods. So, me and Quentin were trying to scout the area, but of course, that shit was never as easy as it sounds. Nothing is ever easy for a half-blood. It wasn't easy for Quentin either, though he wasn't a demigod, but a nephilim, the offspring of an angel and a mortal. He had it hard but not as hard as me. No one on the fucking planet had as many people out to kill them as I did. Being a son of Zeus, I was screwed from the get-go.

"Son of Zeus, so handsome like your father. A shame…" the lead empousa drawled, batting her mascara crusted eyelashes. Empousas were usually somewhat attractive, but these three seemed to try too hard. Suddenly, the one on the right's hair burst into long, licking flames and her eyes glowed crimson, as she let out an snarl. Someone was impatient. I drew out a small silver lightning bolt, about 3 inches long, and very heavy. It immediately turned into a full 3 feet of solid, celestial bronze. That was the only thing that my father had ever done for me. Give me this sword to protect myself against the many dangers that came with being Lee Dresden, Son of Zeus. I had taught myself over the years (6 to be exact) to handle it, as well as kill with it. I had even named it Mercer after Mercury, the Roman God of Sneakiness, Travelers, and Quickness. I was all of those so it fit nicely. This bitch might be impatient, but not as much as me. Without warning, I charged.

I took out the one on the left without hesitation, turning her instantaneously into a pile of ash. By this time, the other two had caught on and the leader was in her natural form, the flames from her hair reflecting off of Mercer. "What a pretty, little sword. You sure you know how to use it?" the one on the right growled out, sending the leader into screeches of laughter, which quite frankly, gave me a headache. Time to shut this bitch up.

I took a swipe and she jumped back just in time, the sneer wiped clean of her face. I charged again and managed to slash the arm she put up in instinctive protection. She charged at me with renewed rage and slashed with her claws right onto my chest. I felt the warm blood trickle from the three parallel cuts I knew were there. But now was not the time to examine the damage. I couldn't have stopped fighting If I wanted to, now that my demigod senses had kicked in, pure adrenaline fueling my body. I swung wildly, but with skilled precision. She stumbled backwards and fell against the alley wall and looked up just in time to see Mercer slash her throat open. I quickly drew down my sword to piece her through the heart. I jumped back just out of range as she was diminished to dust. I didn't want that shit on me.

I hadn't even thought about the third empousa till I turned around to see Quentin, in all his glory, standing over a pile of ash. His shirt had ripped off and he was standing proudly, his abs apparent. But what always got me was the huge black wings coming from his back, stretching 4 feet on either side of him. With his raven black hair that hung in his eyes, his pale, but ripped, lanky body and emerald eyes, he was needless to say very menacing. And very, very attractive, I thought, but quickly pushed the thought from my head. Quentin was my best friend and nothing more. Besides, we were both straight.

"Lets get the hell out of here. You said we were almost to camp?" "Yeah, I talked to my dad and he said its just outside the city. He said to look out for Delphi Strawberry Service," Quentin said with a grin. Me and Quentin had been on the run together for 6 years, since we were 8 years old. He was just as excited as I was to get to a safe haven. Being attacked almost everyday for the last 6 years of my life had given me one hell of a headache. And unlike me, his dad talked to him. In fact, his dad watched over him, which is kinda expected, us both only being 14 and his father being an angel and all. And sometimes, he would help us out, giving us some cash and information when we really needed it. It was more than I could say for my father.

I flagged down a taxi and let Quentin give the driver directions. My head fell back against the seat and I closed my eyes. For the first time in over 6 years, I would be safe. Safe. That word had never applied to anything in my life. But soon it would. I thought of food, and a bed and warmth. I thought of others like me that I would meet, become friends with, maybe find a girl to settle down with... I thought of never having to worry about what alley looked safest to sleep in, or who was going to take first watch. I would be safe. Maybe then I could focus on my music… Somewhere between thoughts of warm food and mumbling the lyrics to one of my songs, I fell sideways and Quentin caught me. I leaned my head against his shoulder and sighed. Safe. And then I was asleep.