This is my first Percy Jackson fanfiction. Make sure to review and help me with my writing. ENJOY!
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Disclaimer- I do not own the Percy Jackson series nor do I claim to.

He was running through woods. He was being chased by... something. He didn't know what it was and he didn't want to know. He burst out of the woods and was standing in a clearing. A hill with a single tree at the top. He didn't know what it was but something urged him towards the top of the hill. He panted as he climbed the hill. He made it to the top and he tripped over something large and heavy at the base of the tree. He had been running for days with no food and barely any water. Once he fell he stayed down. He heard people yelling as he started to slip into unconsciousness and his vision blurred. He saw people running to him on foot, and one other person coming towards him on a horse. Then he fell asleep.

He woke up in a strange room in a strangely comfortable bed. There weren't many people in the room with him, so he fell back asleep. When he awoke again there was a man in a wheel chair sitting at the base of his bed. He sat up slowly as he looked at the man. He was unharmed but he was starving. He had gone days without food so naturally the first words out of his mouth were "Do you have any food?"

The man chuckled and handed him a plate heaped with delicious foods. The boy took it gratefully and quickly devoured it. "Where am I?" he asked through a mouth full of food. The bearded man rolled over to the side of his bed to talk to him. "You're at a place called camp half-blood." The boy looked at him skeptically. "Half... blood?" he asked confused as he finished off his food.

The man rolled away and waited at the door. He turned and looked at the boy. "Well? Are you coming?" The boy quickly got out of bed and rushed over to him. The man rolled through the camp telling the boy about the place. He showed him the climbing wall, the archery range, the arena, the woods, and everywhere else including the twenty cabins. "How do you sort everyone into their cabins?" he asked as he looked around, amazed. They arrived at an old looking house and the man stopped at the stairs to the porch. He shifted as if he was going to get up.

The boy looked at him with a confused look. How could he get up, he was stuck in a wheel chair. He pushed up with his arms and he rose for an impossibly long time. After he was done he got out of the chair to reveal that he was half horse and half man. His wheelchair was simply a box on wheels with fake legs attached. "My name is Chiron. I'm a-" "Centaur," the boy cut him off. "Good, good. Are you familiar with Greek mythology?" Chiron asked him with an impressed look. "Yes, totally. I've always been into stuff like that," the boy replied with an excited look in his eyes. "Well then, I have a question for you. What was the main thing the gods did in the mortal world?"

The boy thought for a bit. "They slept with humans. They had children called demigods. Half human, half god," the boy said "Half bloods." Chiron looked at him with a smile. "So why am I here?" he asked, though he already knew the answer. "You haven't figured it out? You're a demigod," Chiron told him. "So who's my parent? Do you know?"

"Sadly we don't. You are over the age of thirteen correct? If that's the case then a sort of holographic symbol should have appeared over your head by your thirteenth birthday," Chiron explained. "Well, nope. Nothing. What does that mean?" he asked with a little bit of concern. Chiron stroked his chin as he thought. "I don't know, maybe-" he was cut off. A blonde girl ran up to them. "Chiron! Grover just had a dream. It was about Percy. He might be in trouble," she said with an obvious tone of panic. "Understood. You can organize a team to go help him. I apologize Annabeth, I would help you but this young demigod has not been claimed and he's over thirteen. As you know the gods swore on the river styx to claim all their children by their thirteenth birthday."

"I understand," Annabeth turned to look at the boy "I hope you find out who your parent is," she said with genuine sympathy. She turned and ran away. "Come, we'll get you a weapon," Chiron said as he turned and set off towards the armoury. They reached the small building and he opened the door. It was filled with weapons and armor of all kinds. The boy walked in and looked around. He tried countless swords and daggers but for some reason none of them felt right. He walked back out and raised his arms and dropped them down again in defeat.

"Nothing feels right, they all just feel... weird," he said. Chiron looked lost in thought when he realized something. "You never told me your name," he said simply. "Oh, my names Vince, Vince Meza," he said simply. As he said it Chiron looked above his head in a confused and stunned way. Everyone around them stopped what they were doing one by one and looked above his head. Some whispered to their friends but most backed away. Vince looked around at everyone staring at him. "What? What's wrong?"

As he said that he noticed that there was a black light coming down from above him. He looked up and saw his name in black with dark angel wing sprouting from the 'V' and the 'E' in his name. "Wha-? Is this claiming?" He asked Chiron. He nodded slowly. "I've never seen a claiming like this. The only god I can think of that would have this is the only god who did not swear to claim his children."

"You're sure that it's a male god?" Vince asked him. "Yes. You're father is the god of death. Thanatos."