I'm going to start with a little bit of advice: adventures suck. They do. Sure, they sound awesome when other people do them. Saving the world, getting the girl – what's not to like, right? Wrong.

Because when you're watching a movie, or reading a book, you know that the main character's going to survive. But when it's YOU – it's a whole different story. When some random appears out of nowhere, hands you a sword, tells you 'Oh by the way, the Greek gods? You know, the ones that chuck lightning bolts, casually just drive the sun around in their spare time, and like to turn people into stone for absolutely no reason? Yeah those ones. They exist. Now go fight that gigantic monster,' it's not fun. It's terrifying. Like, bring spare underwear kind of terrifying.

And you don't get asked. You don't get a choice. One day you're happily eating your frosted cornflakes and settling into a great episode of Spongebob Squarepants (and I don't care how old you are, that show is a classic), the next you're on a freaking flying horse tasked with saving the entire world. Before all of this, I never even handed a homework assignment in on time, let alone keep to a deadline to stop Armageddon. It's insane.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. The name's Castor Orr, by the way. I know, it's weird name. But by the time we're done I promise you it'll seem positively mundane.

The moral of the story usually comes last, I know, but I'm going to put mine right at the beginning, just to make it super clear for you: if a guy named Percy Jackson ever turns up at your school, transfer immediately. That guy is seriously bad for your health – trust me.

Where to start? Well I guess we could start on the last day I ever had as a normal teenager. I was sitting in the cafeteria of Northvale High, Pennsylvania, with my friend, Daniel. Daniel was currently doing what Daniel did best – staring creepily at girls.

'Dude, the new chicks are sooooo hot.'

I looked up in the direction that Daniel was staring, his mouth slightly open, visibly salivating. And he wasn't the only one. The head of just about every guy was turning in the same direction, as were the glares of every girl that each had the force of a heat-seeking missile.

The girls he was talking about were smoking hot. It may have been a trick of the light, but for a second I thought I could see heat waves literally coming off them.

There were three of them, and they looked like they belonged on a runway rather that lining up for tater-tots in our school cafeteria. One was blonde, one was a brunette, and the other a redhead. All had perfect teeth, perfect skin, perfect hair – the kind of perfect you just don't get in real life. Daniel was captivated.

'I heard they just transferred from out of state. I'm telling you man, they don't make them like that here in Penn.'

'More like another planet' I replied, my eyebrows raised. 'I wouldn't get too excited though. They're not going to talk to us. I'll be very surprised if they aren't all wearing cheerleader uniforms by this time tomorrow.'

Daniel pulled a face.

'You're such a down buzz, Castor. I've gone to the gym almost five times in the past few weeks. I'm just as tough as those jocks on the football team.'

'You've gone almost five times?'

'Well, OK, I've been once, but you round up.'

The glamour girls finished getting their lunch, and bee-lined for the football team's table, where they were made very welcome, with a lot of muscle flexing and interjections of 'That's nothing, lemme tell you how much I lift…'

I patted Daniel on the back.

'If it makes you feel better, the stats say about 15 per cent of people die alone.'

'Dude, how is that supposed to make me feel better?' Daniel asked.

I shrugged. 'No idea.'

'Don't ever become a therapist. Or a suicide hotline worker.'

'Noted. Are we heading off to Phys Ed?'

Daniel got up with a sigh.

'I guess. But if we're doing softball again, I'm going to take Coach Grigsby's bat and shove it where the sun don't shine.'

I laughed. Little did I know that if that had actually happened, it would have been way less unbelievable than what came next.

First fan fiction story, hope you guys enjoy

Will be a mix of Original Characters and ones made by the legend himself Rick Riordan. Not too concerned about exactly when the story is set in terms of the chronology of the books.

Will regularly update, I have the beginning of the story sorted out, but really open to your guys input – open to chapter ideas, character ideas etc, feel free. Any ideas you want or think will be cool, send them through!

Mainly I just thought it would interesting to do a story from the perspective of a person who isn't particularly heroic haha and who struggles like any normal person would in the crazy situations these demigods are put in. Hope you like it