(AN) Percy and Jason are assigned a quest. They each get to take one person. Percy- Annabeth. Jason- Piper. After the quest had gone wrong, the gods decided to settle it the old-fashioned way. An all-out tournament to be held in the next summer. AU, Percy is the son of Ouranos and Jason is Greek.

Disclaimer-We don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians.

Chapter One

My name's Percy Jackson, and I'm a fourteen-year-old boy diagnosed with ADHD and dyslexia. I have raven-black hair, and my eyes are a sky blue, covered with purple streaks that look like lightning. I'm about five feet and eleven inches tall (5'11ft, 1.80m).

I am not known for having the perfect record when it comes to school. I have been expelled twenty-three times in the last six years.

Am I a troubled kid?

Yeah, you could say that.

One time, a while back at daycare, I was settling down for a nap. When my mom later came and picked me up, she found out that I had strangled a snake with my beefy, toddler hands. My mom scolded the poor lady about how she shouldn't have let me get near a snake.

Another time my class went on a field trip to a revolutionary war site. I decided it would be a good idea if I "examined" the cannon on display. I wasn't aiming for the school bus...but the teachers didn't believe me. I got expelled anyways.

Then there was this other time when I was playing on the playground. A tall man in a black cloak kept staring at me from a distance, and I freaked out and told the teachers. He finally went away when the principal threatened to call the police. But no one believed me when I told them he only had one eye underneath his hat, right in the middle of his head.

Now, I'm at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids. I think that it was the only place on Earth that would except me. But here at Yancy, they straighten kids out. Or at least, that's what they told my mother on the phone, and it was off to boarding school for me.

So here I am, a boarding student at Yancy going on a field trip. We're going to the Museum of Metropolitan Arts to look at the ancient Greek and Roman stuff that we had been learning about. I think. I had actually fallen asleep a few times, but that's MUCH better than the other classes.

Yeah, I know. It sounds like torture. Just wandering around in a museum looking at boring artifacts with nothing else to do. I was expecting the trip to be boring. All Yancy field trips were.

Though, I had my hopes for this one, since Mr. Brunner, my Latin teacher was leading it.

Mr. Brunner was a middle aged guy in a wheelchair. Everyone loved him, he had all of this ancient weaponry on display in his class, and he would sometimes take the weapons off display. He was basically the only teacher who didn't put you to sleep via boredom.

His eyes were were mysterious, they could be the eyes of a two-year-old, or they could be the
eyes holding thousands of years of knowledge.

Clunk! I heard the sound of peanut butter hitting my best friend's head ring through my ears.

Nancy Bobofit was an annoying, freckled, kleptomaniac ginger.

The only reason she kept throwing pieces of her PBJ was because she knew I couldn't do a damn thing about it.

I was already being watched by every teacher and chaperone on the field trip making sure I didn't cause any trouble. And if I did, the total amount of schools I had been expelled from would have bumped up to twenty-four.

I wish Grover could have done something about it. Grover was crippled, and he walked like every single step hurt him. Though, you should have seen him when it was enchilada day in the cafeteria.

Grover kept getting hit in the back of the head with her lunch.

"Okay, that's it!"

I started to get up, but Grover pushed me down to the seat. He never let me defend him.

"You have already caused enough trouble this week," He warned me. "Y-you can't get in trouble again."

I knew he was right, so all I could do was grumble and sit back down.

I didn't want to get kicked out.

The look my mother would give me would be unbearable, and I couldn't help but feel I would have let her down again.

Looking back on it, I wished that I would have gotten expelled right there on the bus, and stood up for Grover. It would be nothing compared to the mess I was about to get myself into.

Grover and I made our way through the museum, Mr. Brunner leading the way.

We passed big, echoey galleries, and ancient mosaics and pottery.

Along the way, Mr. Brunner was pointing things out and explaining the history.

Sometimes I really thought my Latin teacher was a live encyclopedia.

I tried to listen, I really did. But everyone around us was talking. Mainly Bobofit.

Mrs. Dodds was right beside her, not giving a shit in the world.

But to me, it seemed as if she seeking me out, eying me down for anything she could possibly write me up for.

Like one time, I had laid my head down on the desk because I was finished with my work, and she scolded, "Now honey... NO SLEEPING!" and made erase answers out of two-hundred math books past midnight.

I had told Grover I didn't think she was human.

Grover had looked at me completely serious and said, "You're probably right."

Mr. Brunner approached the Greek section.

Bobofit remarked a some nasty comment about the naked guy on the stele, and Mr. Brunner eyed her.

"Perhaps you'll tell us what this picture represents, Miss Bobofit." Mr. Brunner said.

"Uhh..."

"Yes. Twenty credits off, Miss Bobofit. I expect that you will pay attention next time, then."

He then looked straight at me.

"And what about you, Mr. Jackson?" Mr. Brunner said.

"Um.. I think that's Kronos eating his kids, right?" I said.

"Yes, and he did this because..."

"He did it because he was scared his kids would overthrow him...?"

"Correct. And why was he scared?"

"... I don't know, sir," I responded, truthfully.

"I see. Half credit to you, Mr. Jackson." Mr. Brunner said.

He had a mysterious gleam in his eyes that hinted a touch of pride.

"Kronos foresaw his children taking his throne. He then ate all of them, but Rhea, his wife, gave Kronos a rock instead, sparing baby Zeus. Zeus grew up on an island growing stronger, then gathered followers. He fed Kronos a mixture of mustard and wine, causing him to up chuck all of his kids. Then they started a war against Kronos. The gods won, and that started the fifth age." Mr. Brunner explained.

"Ew," Nancy said, sounding disgusted.

"On that happy note, everyone head out to lunch."

I started to make my way to where all of the students were gathered for lunch, but Mr. Brunner stopped me. "Do you know why these studies are important to you, Mr. Jackson?" He asked.

"No, sir."

He looked at me in the eye. "I expect you to know this, Mr. Jackson. Think about it. Now go off and eat your lunch."

Confused, I walked over to where Grover was sitting. He was sitting at the edge of a water fountain away from the rest of the students. I knew he chose that spot because it was the farthest away from the other children. We didn't like being known as students from that school, unlike Nancy Bobofit, who was proud of her school and record.

I watched as Nancy Bobofit was stealing from unsuspecting tourists, and of course, Ms. Dodds turned a blind eye and wasn't seeing anything.

Nancy wasn't near us, so I thought for once that maybe we would have a peaceful lunch without her harassing Grover and myself.

I was wrong.

Her and her friends soon got bored from stealing, and made their way over to where Grover and I were sitting.

She took out her lunch, and dumped the remains of it all over Grover.

I got up, angry. That was the last straw.

She had been pushing around poor, harmless Grover all year.

I was tired of it.

All of the sudden, the winds rose up and she slammed straight into the side of the fountain.

The fountain actually had some cracks in it from the impact.

Ms. Dodds materialized next to us.

Other kids were talking amongst themselves.

"Did you see that?" One said.

"It was like the wind carried her away."

"Percy pushed me!" Nancy wailed, glaring at me.

"Mr. Jackson!" Ms. Dodds barked. "Come with me."

"W-wait!" Grover said in a shaky voice. "It wasn't Percy. I pushed her!"

I stared at Grover in shock. All year long, I had defended him from bullies, and now he was the one standing up for me. And I knew Ms. Dodds scared Grover more than all the bullies combined in our school.

"Quiet Mr. Underwood! It wasn't you. Don't try to defend the boy!"

"B-but-"

"Mr. Underwood, you will stay here!" Ms. Dodds scolded.

"It's okay, Grover, thanks for trying," I miserably said.

Grover was glancing between Mr. Brunner, Ms. Dodds, and myself like he expected the ground to swallow us up. Mr. Brunner was reading his book, not noticing a thing.

I looked back at a smirking Nancy, and I gave her a glare, meaning I would get my revenge later.

I followed Ms. Dodds into the museum. We were moving towards the back, away from people, and I wasn't sure where we were going. I didn't think much of it at the time.

She was a teacher, it's not like she could hurt me. Though, I couldn't even fully convince myself.

I heard a growling coming from the area Ms. Dodds was in. She was now further away, and I thought my mind was playing tricks on me.

The guidance counselor had told me it was part of my ADHD, with my mind playing tricks on me.

I wasn't so sure.

"Did you honestly think you could get away with this, Honey?" Ms. Dodds growled at me.

I stared at her blankly. "What?"

"Don't act like you don't know!" She snapped. "Confess now, and you will suffer less pain!"

In all the chaos, I couldn't help but think she found out about the candy stash I was hiding in my room. Or that she found out I had gotten most of my book essays off of the internet, and she was going to make me read the books.

Then, the weirdest thing happened. She started to transform into some type of half-bat mutant.

She sprouted, leathery, hag-like wings from her hunched over back. Her eyes glowed a supernatural red. From the tips of her fingers sprouted talons.

She launched herself like a torpedo straight at me.

The only natural instinct was to push my hands out in front of me, and I did just that.

Miraculously, from the tips of my fingers shot a surging, purple lightning.

It hit her (or its) body and she started to have a spaz attack.

Have you ever put your hand over a flashlight and you could see the outline of your bones?

It looked like someone stuck a really powerful flashlight down her throat, because her body started to glow.

She twitched and jerked around, then blew up in a confetti of dust.

I returned back to where the rest of the students were eating lunch. Grover was looking at me nervously.

"I hope Ms. Kerr got you in a lot of trouble!" Nancy smirked from where she was sitting.

"Who?"

Bobofit rolled her eyes. "Ms. Kerr. Our math teacher," she said matter-of-factly, pointing to a blonde lady I have never seen in my life.

I turned to Grover. "Where's Ms. Dodds?"

"Who?" Grover said, but his eyes hid the truth.

He was messing with me.

"I'm serious, Grover."

"I-I d-don't know what y-you're t-talking about," He said, but he refused to make eye contact. He was a terrible liar.

He stared at me with a blank expression. "Who are you talking about?"

"Ms. Dodds," I repeated, almost frantically. "Our math teacher. The other chaperone on this trip."

He stared at me with concerned eyes. "Percy, as far as I know there has never been a Ms. Dodds here at Yancy. Are you feeling alright?"

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