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1.I Defeat A Monster On A Van

We were never alive, and we wont be born again.
But I'll never survive with dead memories in my heart.

Dead Memories- Slipknot

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The end of the world: part two.

Sure, you're probably asking yourself, "What do you mean by 'part two'?". Well, I mean exatly what I said. Last year there was the second Titan War. It was devestating, and the enemy's leader was someone that I had been secretly avoiding a fight with for years. His name was Luke Castellan. He was once a fellow camper at Camp Half-Blood, a son of Hermes, in fact. The Titan Lord Kronos took control of his body. When Annabeth, Grover and I were with him on Mount. Olympus (By the way Mount. Olympus is located directly above the Empire State Building on the 600th Floor.) , Luke took a small bit of control from their body and stabbed himself with Annabeth's knife. Luke and Kronos died together, at least we think Kronos is dead. Nobody,s actually sure what happened to him since Titan's or Gods can't technically die. They can only fade if people stop hoping or believing in them. But, I was praised as a Hero, because well, I was. See, when I was twelve and I just found out that I was a Half-Blood, I was told of some Great Prophecy that said that when I turned sixteen that I would have to make a decision that would save the world or destroy it. As you can infer, I chose the choice to save it.

Annabeth and I woke up with the warm sun shining brightly through my living-room window. She sat up slowly and yawned, stretching her hands into the air. She was even cute when she yawned. I rubbed my eyes groggily, stretching one arm up. "So you two lovebirds are finally awake?"

My mom walked into the room as she said that. My face was as red as a tomato as I was sure Annabeth's was. My mom laughed loudly. "Good morning, Mrs. Jackson." Annabeth said, embarrassed.

"Oh, Annabeth, call me Sally already." My mother replied with a chuckle.

"Okay, Sally." Annabth said with a laugh. My mom laughed right along with her. I didn't get the humor. Girls are weird.

"Anyway, besides the bad humor, good morning mom." I said.

"Good morning, honey." She said. Why must she call me "honey"?

Today was the day that Annabeth and I were going to my favorite place in the world: Camp Half-Blood. Summer just started yesterday. I had gone a whole year without getting attacked by monsters. Yes, monsters. You heard right. Monsters exist. Though there is this force called The Mist that makes humans only see what they can comprehend or maybe I'll be fighting a monster and the mortals will see a crazy kid hitting thin air with a bat. I don't know who made it, but it makes it easier to keep my secret. I'm the son of Posideon, the God of the Seas. So that makes me the Prince of the Seas.

"Anyway," I said. "I have to go get changed into my Camp Half-Blood uniform." I got up and walked into the other room.

"Love you, Seaweed Brain!" I heard Annabeth yell at the last second.

"Love you, Wise Girl!" I yelled back. I could swear I heard my mom say: "My little Percy really is all grown up." Oh jeez, must she embarrass me? But that's just mom being mom.

Anyway, Annabeth stayed over last night because we were celebrating. We were celebrating Annabeth's first building being built in Mount. Olympus. See, last year Annabeth was made Mount. Olympus's Official Architect. That's like Annabeth's dream come true. No, scratch that, it is her dream come true.

I closed my room door and opened my dresser. I slipped on my orange t-shirt that had "CAMP HALF-BLOOD" across the front. I also put on some blue jeans. I looked in the mirror and saw that my long jet-black hair was a mess. I brushed it and it was neat but still shaggy. My sea green eyes looked the same as when I was that naive twelve year old who knew nothing about himself. That showed that no matter how much I grew, i would always be same old Percy Jackson.

I walked out of the room and met up with Annabeth back in the living-room. She had on her Camp Half-Blood uniform on too. I guess she got changed in the bathroom. Her hair was so blonde that it looked almost silver and I loved her deep grey eyes. They were intellegent and loving, the two things I love most about her. I smelt pancakes cooking in the kitchen and walked into it. Annabeth followed.

My mom was making blue pancakes. My mom and I were weird like that, we use blue as a meaning of goodness. Today we were celebrating Annabeth's success in Architecture and me going to Camp Half-Blood again. "Come have some breakfast." My mom said.

"Thank you, Sally." Annabeth said with a cute smile as she sat at out small table. I sat down too. The pancakes were served and we started digging in.

"Where's Paul?" I asked. Paul was my stepfather and I liked him a lot. I thought he was a nice enough guy to go out with my mom and it turned into marriage. Now my mom's seven months pregnant.

"He had to go to the school and clean out his classroom." She answered. Paul works at Goode High School, the school that I attend.

"Oh, okay." I said, than turned my attention to the love of my life: "After breakfast we should be going." She nodded in agreement as she bit into her blue pancake.

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Bye mom." I waved goodbye as we left our small apartment and entered the streets of New York. Argus, the hundred eyes guy from Camp, was waiting on the corner for us with a van. Annabeth and I stepped in and buckled up.

"What's up, Argus?" I asked with a grin. He nodded, saying "good" in his little motion language. Argus doesn't talk very much, maybe you can tell. Annabeth laughed and we were off.

Traffic wasn't too bad today, it was actually pretty clear. We drove quickly and swiftly, dodging cars along the way. We almost made the whole drivewithout getting into trouble. Almost. (A/N: As my teacher would say, "Almost only counts in Horshoes and Hand grenades.") There was a loud crash on the hood. "What was that?" Annabeth asked, fear striking through her voice.

"Stay here." I said sternly, pulling a pen out of my pocket. I took the cap off and a golden three foot long sword splurted from it. It's name was Riptide, the deadliest ballpoint pen ever made. I unbuckled my seat belt and opened the side window. "Keep driving!" I yelled at Argus over the wind. he nodded.

I climbed out of the window and latched onto the rook. I shimmied my way up it and rolled ont to metal top. There was an Empousa waiting for me. "Perceus...Jackson..." She hissed, literally. I jumped at her and slashed with my blade. She dodged it and countered, hitting my square in the stomach. The air burst out from my lungs. I flew over the band, falling towards the street. I grabbed the edge of the van and flipped back up, hitting the beast. She flew over to the other side, gripping the place I kicked her.

She reminded me of Kelli, one of Kronos's followers, also an Empousa. I looked at where she had hit me and there was nothing. that's one of the perks of being invincible. Yeah, last summer I swam through the River Styx in the Underworld and became invincible. Now nothing hurts me except for when someone hits me in the small of my back. My Achilles Heel. My only week spot.

She jumped at me again and grabbed me by my shoulders and pinned me to the van. I brought my legs up and kicked her behind me. She flung over the side of the van, into mid-air. Before she hit the ground I threw Riptide at her. It pierced through her, turning her into a shower of gold dust. A moment later Riptide would appear in my pocket as a normal pen again.

I had no time to think about it, because Camp Half-Blood was straight ahead of me. We would be there in a minute so I ducked back into the van window, sitting in my seat again. "What was that?" Annabeth asked with a worry expression.

"Nothing, I took care of it." I answered. I didn't want her to know that I just got attacked by a monster. We neared towards camp, and I couldn't help but thinking: Why did that monster attack me? Was it just to get a sight of the great 'Percy Jackson', or was it something more sinister?

I guess only time will tell.

Sorry that this wasn't that actiony (Yes, I'm using a fake word!) , it was just an introduction to Percy after a year. I will update soon! Please R & R!