Hi,

I've been a FFN member for a small eternity. Always reading-never writing and quite inspired by these wonderful stories on this site, I've decided to try writing one myself. Please be kind.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Summary:Here begins the story of 15-year old Percy Jackson, an average boy with an unhealthy obsession with huge-chested girls and blue food. Until now, he has no clue that gods and goddesses really exist. Join him on this (not always) fun ride! AU

It was the last day of school. Percy closed his book with a sigh. Summer holidays - the best time of year- filled with sun, parties and the occasional crush. Well, normally. Shifting uneasily on his chair, the dark haired teen dreaded the weeks ahead of him. While his heavily pregnant mom Sally and her husband Paul were preparing to move to a bigger house, he would be shipped off to some bo-ring island.

'An island, great!' he'd first thought when his mom told him of their plans. Beaches, chilling in the sun, and living the high life. At least for a few weeks. Oh, how wrong he was. His mother had knocked him out of the sky faster than a rocket.

„It will be good for you" she said.

„Scotland is not the end of the world" she said.

„This vacation expands your horizon"' she said.

„They have a computer with internet access in the towns café'" she said.

„Your great-granduncle Mungo is thrilled to meet you! You'll have so much fun together!" she said.

'Having fun, my ass!' Still grumbling and heavily annoyed, Percy packed his bag and left the classroom. He didn't want to believe it when his partents, well, his mom and his step-father Paul, told him the news. He'd begged them to let him stay here in New York. He'd offered to move to his friend Grover for a few weeks. Hell, he'd offered to visit smelly aunt Beth in her cowshed, eh...on her farm in Nebraska! He'd even pretended to become unconscious because of the scare they'd given him. In the end, nothing had worked.

„Jackson!" a voice echoed through the empty hallways. „I heard that you'll be spending your vacation in Scotland. Did ya know that they have more sheep than people living there?" a laughing David Jeffries walked by while hitting Percy's head with a calculus book. „Don't let them fart you into oblivion while you're there, ya know? Ozone-barrier, ya know?"

„Move along, Jeffries!" commented a seriously annoyed Percy. Why couldn't his arch-nemesis leave him alone just once? Just the sound of David Jeffries talking made him angrier by the second.

„Let's go home before you'll do something stupid" His best friend Grover walked up behind him and patted him on his back. „Don't let that idiot get to you. Those two months will be over sooner than you think."

„What do you know, Grower! I'll be sitting in some rotting hut with an old man I have never met once in my life and whose surname sounds like a burger. And to make it worse, there's no phone connection and the next town is about 25 miles away" Percy replied wildly gesticulating.

„Maybe you'll return a changed man..."

„Huh? What do you know? Mom said similar things..."

„Ah, nothing...just forget it." Grover added thoughtfully

Percy was sure that there was something his mom and his best friend weren't telling him. Well, he would have enough time to think about this when he arrived on Skye (that darn island).He'd get this Mango-guy to help him. And he would figure it out. That was the only thing he was really sure of...

Well, that's the prologue.

Thanks for reading!