This is my very first story, and I am warning you now, I am not that good of a writer. I would like to get better, so if you have any questions, comments, or suggestions please review.

Disclaimer - I do not own Rick Riordan's amazing series, Percy Jackson and the Olympians. I am adding a few of my own charters to the story, and those are copyrighted to me.

Chapter 1—The Dream that began it all

PERCY JACKSON

"Alright everyone," I yelled to my class. "We're going to be working on disarming next. Everyone grab a partner."

My class quickly started to partner up, but there was one straggler, though. It was the new kid. He was undetermined at the moment, so he was bunking in the Hermes cabin. It looked like he was the only one who didn't have a partner.

I walked over to him. "James, you can partner up with me."

A lot of his classmates snickered. That's all you can expect when you teach the Hermes cabin, just like old times. James reminded me of my first sword fighting class. Luke Castallen was teaching it then. He partnered up with me because I was the newbie, and everyone else already had a partner. Man did I get beat up, but I did learn a lot from that lesson. I even managed to disarm Luke, who was considered the greatest swordsman of the time.

Even though James reminded me of that, he looks nothing like me. His messy hair is dirty blond, light brown, but with a few blond streaks. His eyes are a deep blue. He has that defiant young boyish look, complete with a small round nose. A few freckles are spotted on his face. He is also scrawny, but I was probably like that at his age. I would bet all my money, which isn't very much, on who his dad is. The occasional angry cow that chased him probably gave it away too.

"P-percy…are you sure…I mean I could just sit out and…" Despite whom I thought his dad was, James's attitude did not seem to fit too well.

I leaned over and whispered to him, "Hey, don't worry; I won't pummel you. We will take it nice and slow to start out with." James nodded; he looked happier about that. I turned toward the rest of my class. "Okay, everyone, I will show you how the move is done, then you can all begin to practice on each other."

After the class I was teaching ended, I was free for the rest of the day. I teach all of the cabins basic and intermediate sword fighting, well all of them except the Ares cabin. Clarisse, the head of Ares cabin, taught her own cabin. Not that they needed much teaching anyways. Being children of Ares made them pretty adapt to any weapon in their hand.

Chiron appointed me the camp's swordsman trainer. He said that I had responsibilities as a senior member of the camp, and since I was an excellent swordsman, it was only natural for me to the swordsman instructor. He had faith that I would make a great instructor. Of course Mr. D also threatened to put me in charge of kitchen and bathroom duty if I didn't accept. You would think that saving Olympus would give me a little bit of freedom, but apparently not. However, I don't really mind now. Chiron was right, like usual; I made a good instructor.

Besides, it's not like I had anything better to do. All of my friends were busy with other things. Thalia was off with the Artemis and her Hunters, Nico was busy with his own camp classes and training in the underworld, Rachel was busy with her duties as a prophet, Tyson was busy running the defenses of Poseidon's palace as General of the Cyclopes, Grover was busy working with the satyrs and nature spirits, and Annabeth was busy remodeling Olympus. She would come back to camp over the weekends to be with me, but the rest of the time she was busy overseeing the construction.

Not knowing what to do with myself, I wandered over to my cabin, the Poseidon cabin. Besides my brother Tyson, I was the only other person staying in the cabin. And since he was not here, I had the entire place to myself; which did not make me feel better. I will admit it that I am lonely. I have been in camp for almost an entire year, on and off. I tried returning to a normal life after the battle with Kronos and his army, but it just didn't work out.

Echidna, the mother of monsters, was outraged that her husband, Typhon, was imprisoned by Poseidon. Since she could not direct her wrath on my dad, she has been taking it out on me instead. More than ever, monsters have been attacking me. As soon as I try to leave the camp boarders, monsters seem to know, and they chase after me. I could handle battling those monsters, but I know that anyone near me could get hurt. So to protect my parents, I stay at camp.

Since there were still a couple of hours until dinner, I decided it was time for my afternoon nap. I never really like taking naps because there was always something to do, but because my friends are gone. This was the best thing to pass the time. I lay there for several minutes, waiting for sleep to take me. Finally it did.

All my dreams up to today were uneventful, but that all changed. I found myself in a small rocky chamber. It looked like a practice arena. Ahead of me were ten scythian dracanaes in full battle armor and menacing spears. I realized that I didn't have any armor on at all; all I had was my sword. Well, at first I thought it was my sword, Riptide, but this sword just felt different.

Before I could think about it any further, my body charged the monster. I tried to stop myself, but my limbs would not obey. Now, don't get me wrong, I really couldn't care for the monsters, but not being able to control my body is what worried me. It was like I was possessed. My body sidestepped and dodged the dracanaes' swings, like it knew where they were going to occur. In swift easy movments, my body ducked from another attack and thrust my sword through the one kink in a dracanae's armor, and then two more. A lucky one managed to hit me with her spear. The blow should have left a bad cut, but the spear simply bounced off. The dracanae's face was full of surprise, as I sliced her in half. The rest of them didn't stand a chance either. With a few more slashes and thrusts, the remaining dracanaes' bodies began to dissolve even before they hit the ground.

Behind me, a shrill female's voice called. "Well done! You have accomplished your training."

My body turned around toward the voice. Standing in front of me was a young, beautiful women. She had long flowing black hair. Her skin had a slight tan. She wore a red velvet dress. Her piercing yellow eyes, were the only things that could pass her off as not being human. If I could describe this lady with one word, it would be seductress.

"Thank you M' lady." My body spoke, with a voice identical to my own.

"Now, go and get some rest. You will need to be at your best to accomplish your task tomorrow." The lady gave a devious looking smile.

"Yes M' lady." My body replied again as it stood up. It then began walking to two huge silver doors. The design on the doors would have been breathtaking, but my eyes were locked on one thing. The reflection on the door was my own. My reflection was staring back at me, but it was…different. I looked…ominous. Was that how I always looked?

Suddenly, there was a throbbing pain in my head. My eyes opened, and I found myself sprawled on the floor of my cabin. I was drenched in sweat. Somehow I had fallen out of my bunk.

Was that just a dream? Was that the future? Who was that in the reflection? Was that me? What was his or my task? I had a bad feeling about this dream. I have to talk with Chiron I finally decided.