A/N This is my first fanfic, so I want critics but please be nice, no fire… In my story I'm going to make Percy, Annabeth, Piper, Jason, Leo, Hazel, Frank all 17 and Nico is 16. I know that Nico likes Percy but in this story he's doesn't and HAS a crush on Annabeth. My own characters (OC) are Alex Tina Martinez and Nicole Summer Wilson and they are 15.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters and they all belong to Rick Riordan (I just found out like 2 days ago how to pronounce his surname).

Setting

After the war against Kronos, Percy disappears into the thin air. Piper, Jason, Leo go on a quest and Nico has a crush on Annabeth.

Alex's POV

I've got a million dollar question: How would YOU react when you find out that your best friend is actually half goat? There's always the smart-aleck answer where you say, "Oh, so you're a satyr". Then there's the sarcastic, "Oh and I'm half donkey", and the dumb, "So….you're hairy?" Guess which one I blurted out…DING DING DING YOU GOT IT! I blurted out, "So… you're hairy?"

A~ny~wa~ys I guess I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Alex Tina Martinez and I have shoulder length black hair, sea green eyes, my skin is a little dark because I'm half Mexican and I have a birthmark shaped like a seashell on my lower stomach. I'm 14, my birthdays on February 29th and I'm an orphan. Except since my foster parents are extremely rich and my foster-mother is a famous fashion designer I don't really look like one on the outside.

Enough about the basics and on to the story. I woke up to my foster-mother, Mary yelling at me to get up and telling me to wear her new designs. So I opted to wear a turquoise tank top with a white tank top underneath it, blue skinny jeans and grey platform shoes. I ate breakfast while Mary droned on and on about making sure to tell people in my school that the clothes I wore were new and would be out in stores soon. I got a text from Nicole saying that she already left for school and was 3 minutes away from passing my house.

I cut off Mary by saying, "Bye Mary! Love your designs, always have and always will. I'll make sure to brag that you made these clothes especially for me." (A/N Does anyone notice the sugar coating on the words… ) I grabbed my backpack and opened the door to hear, "OH MY GODS! AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" being shouted by my best friend Nicole who was being chased by a bull looking thing… I think it was called a Minotaur, wait THE MINOTAUR!? I thought it was only in Greek mythology. Being the BEST friend I was I tried to close the door of my house and pretend I didn't see her, but when Nicole realized what I was doing, she snatched my wrist saying, "Don't you dare leave me behind with this ugly, drooling, bull looking thing. Plus I thought we were best—friends—forever—infinity—marry together—die together—…I can't remember the whole thing but I think it was something along the lines of me being more awesome than you. But anyways we promised to stay together no matter what!"

"Shut up! Run! By the way I'm soooo much more awesome than you!"

She gave me her puppy dog eyes while running. We saw Grover, our other best friend running towards us with a blond hair, typical California style girl (A/N not intended in a bad way) also wearing an orange shirt. She was holding a dagger and yelled, "Hey, Grover take them home and make them pack so they can go to camp with us! I'll take care of BEAF BOY!"

Grover grabbed Nicole and me and made a dash for my room window. The weird thing, I thought he couldn't run... Nicole and I both have ADHD so really you can't blame us when Nicole asked, "Why are you running?! Why do you have HORNS on your head?"

"Hell~o Nicole! There are more important questions to ask like why there was a Minotaur, or like why Grover has horns on his head."

"Tina, were you listening to me? I already asked that question!"

"Stop whining and don't call me Tina, cause my names Alex! At least I sound smarter than you when I asked!"

"No ,you.."

Grover cut her of by taking his pants off.

Nicole and I yelled at him saying, "Grover are you crazy! And OMG what are you?!"

He shouted back at us, "SHUT UP, BOTH of you. You guys sound like a kindergarteners! I'm a satyr so I'm half goat! Now hurry up and climb the vines and get up to Alex's room window. Nicole, help Alex pack a duffel bag and come down as quickly as you can!" We stared at him in shock and I blurted out, "So your hairy?" oops didn't mean it as an insult… Grover glanced at me with an—are—you—stupid look and said, "Whatever just hurry up! I'll be here guarding."

I wanted to ask "From what" but I thought better so I started to climb the vines and pushed opened the window. I grabbed my lavender and light blue colored duffel while Nicole took my clothes and some of my shoes and other necessary things. We were about to leave when I saw my guitar. I knew I shouldn't take it but I just couldn't leave it because it was the only thing I had from my real parents so I took it with me.

When Grover saw my guitar his eyebrows did look like they would fly up to the sky but he seemed to realize my reason for bringing it. We started to run to Nicole's house and did the same routine over again, except in her case she brought her violin with her. The violin was actually another thing my real parents left me but I gave it to Nicole when we were in first grade. (A/N reasons would be cleared later in story).

We met up with the blond girl who told us she was Annabeth. I lived near Long Island so she decided we should walk to "camp". Annabeth and Grover started to explain to us that we were half—bloods and we were heading to the only safe place for people like us.

We finally reached the hill and trudged half way up when we were attacked again, except this time it was a fury and huge dogs that Nicole is describing as a—brownish~black—real—life—Clifford…With my nervous jitters I couldn't help it and started laughing like crazy. I mean seriously it's a life or death situation and she brings up Clifford?! She never seems to fail to surprise me.

While I was laughing historically, the battle had begun around me. Annabeth was slashing through monsters; Grover was playing this tune that suspiciously sounded like Chandelier by Sia, which looked like it was making the Empousa slam into each other. If your wondering I did, I stop laughing and now I'm absolutely terrified. I mean considering my choices, which was nothing, because 1) I don't have a weapon to help the battle, 2) I want to run to safety but I don't exactly know where.

"Nicole, what do we do?"

"Uh, how about try running up this hill since it was where we were heading 4 minutes ago."

"Right! Did I ever tell you how you are seriously my best friend?" Considering that I might die, I thought that I should tell her but I also thought that I would regret this after we in safety…

"Really! Thanks! Come on you can tell me about how much you looove me when were safe so let's go!"

Doesn't she get that I'm telling her now because WE'RE IN A DANGEROUS SITUATION!

We started running and we were doing pretty good until one of the furies got me and started lifting me up in the air. She swung her whip, which slapped my face, probably leaving red marks because they burned a lot. I couldn't help hissing in pain. On top of the pain on my face, her fingernails were digging into my shoulders and I felt the warm ooze of blood. Apparently she felt my blood too because she started to swing her whip harder and gripped my shoulders stronger. My consciousness was slipping, when I started to hyperventilate. I cursed mentally, I'm not emotionally stable (A/N the reasons would be cleared later in story) and when I start to panic I have a not—so—good—habit of hyperventilating.

My friend told me that if Alex was just perfect then she wouldn't be a good character. So I decided to make her unemotionally stable but I don't mean any harm because my friend is too. I just don't really know if I'm writing facts because my friend hates people watching her get panic attacks. What I want to say is that if I got something wrong about hyperventilating I'm really sorry.