This is my first published fic, second fic attempt. Pls review, flames are welcome, just remember I'm very fragile =D. ANWAY (awkward silence after bad joke), …

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO. If you believe I do, you should lock yourself in a closet and never read again.

(OOC POV)

I was walking along Ave. of the Americas in Chelsea (NY, NY) when I met my first Titan. I was 13 years old. My house had always been the opposite of what you would call home, so I was a downtown "street kid," you might say. I was walking towards my loft on 22nd St. after a day of annoying tourists and leading a summer reading protest outside of Barnes & Noble, when I walked past the house where hobos always sat and stared at people on the steps. I was walking by, when one of them grabbed me. He pulled me to the side, and said,

"Young half-blood, your life is over. I will feast on your flesh and regain my fame!!"

As I looked closer, I saw that although he was dressed raggedly, his body radiated power, unruly power. He stuck his hand out, grabbed my neck, and squeezed. I was fighting as hard as I could, but it was no use. He was too strong. Just as I began to black out, a furry leg appeared in between his legs. He was tripped and bludgeoned by a strange looking club. As I saw his owner, I realized it was the weird new kid at school. He had some kind of freaky leg disorder, so he was shunned by all the cool kids. I had never talked to him. He looked up at me, and I asked,

"Who the hell was that?"

He replied, "You're welcome, no thanks necessary. And that was the stupid Titan, Epimetheus." (A/N- I mean the Titan of stupid, not just a stupid Titan)

"What the hell are you talking about? What is this, my sister's stupid Halloween pranks? A Titan? Yeah right, so I guess I'm Poseidon and you're Zeus."

"Come with me," he said. "I think things will make a bit more sense the quick way."

He pulled me down the block, but I broke away.

"You're just some crazy nerd! I don't care what you say! I'm not coming wh-wh-wher-wherever you're going! Where are you going?"

"What," he said, taking off his weird hat. "Can't take a dare?"

As he took off that weird hat, I saw two small points sticking out of his hair. I was listening because of his "dare", and after his head caught my attention, I was staring at him like he was some kind of terrorist. He put his cap back on and said,

"We're going to Long Island. I know your mom's got 10 other kids to take care of. Just leave her a note."

"How do you know that?" I said.

"I do my research," he said.

"Stalker."

Well, there's my first chapter. Hope you liked it. I really neeeeeeed reviews they are the feedback machines that will tell me to keep writing this or not.

I will explain the OOC's background in next chapter, and don't worry, this is going to get to camp and the great prophecy. Be patient.