So I think this is my eighth story on Fanfic. Unbelievable! I hope you enjoy it. I wanted to do a Percy Jackson one for ages so Read and Review if you want me to keep writing.

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I get a face full of bird poo

Never had I seen such a desolate landscape. The streets were black as night and the buildings darkened into faded shades of grey. I could discern only the faintest sense of life and the first signs of decay could be seen in the amount of dust covering the paved walkways.

There wasn't a fire or soul in sight.

"Welcome to Olympus," said Lisa.

She looked up at me with solemn and saddened eyes.

"What happened?" I asked.

-O-

Let me take you back to the beginning.

My name is Jake Dallaway and I lived a pretty normal life until one day.

I was in my English room, one of those reasonably old ones with no double glazing where the winters are freezing and the summers are way to hot. I was meant to be listening to Ms Clarkson tell me about the context of Animal Farm, but I couldn't for the life of me concentrate on all the Russian revolution stuff.

"We are all equal, but some are more equal than others," said my teacher. "What does this tell us about the progression of the pigs power in the book and about Orwell's view on communism?"

Someone else answered, I gave up trying to read the other quotes off the board; they looked like gobbledygook to me. Instead I turned to Matt whose normal bored expression told me he was having as much trouble with this class as me, but for different reasons.

"You know I told you about that weird tramp guy?" I said.

"Yeah," he replied.

Now I think I'm a reasonably interesting guy, but there I was halfway through my story when I noticed that he was lying on the table in a pool of his own drool. My face contorted involuntarily and I shook him awake.

"Wha...?" mumbled Matt. "Oh," he looked embarrassed as if he just realised he'd been asleep. "What were you saying?" he asked hopefully.

"Nothing," I muttered. "It doesn't matter."

This had been happening more and more recently. You could imagine how my Mum looked when my Maths teacher fell flat on the table at parents evening. I won't repeat everything she said about him afterwards, but you get the gist. I managed to persuade her not to file an official complaint, but I wouldn't want to be Mr Flint when she next sees him.

"Hey, erm what are you doing later?" asked Matt clearly trying to make up for earlier.

Just then something hard struck my shoulder. I looked up then down. A grey stone lay on the table in front of me. I frowned and looked out the window trying to see who could've thrown it. In my peripheral vision I saw another friend of mine: Merseus looking a little uncomfortable. He had the look he always had when he'd eaten too many Nachos. Not a pretty site believe me.

I shrugged seeing no one and turned back for another attempt at the quotes.

A loud screech broke the air and I looked up again towards the window. This time I was not ready for what I saw. At first I thought I was hallucinating, but then Merseus screamed to me.

"Get down!"

The sheer fear in his voice must have convinced the rest of the class because everyone clambered under their desks as fast as they could. I was probably one of the last. I just couldn't believe what I was seeing. These ugly red birds with wicked beaks were diving in through the windows in an arrow formation. They seemed to want to kill us. I don't know why, but I thought I saw this evil glint in their eyes. It unsettled me.

"What the hell are those things?" I shouted to Matt so that he could hear me in the racket the birds were making as they swarmed round the classroom screeching and cawing.

"I don't know," replied Matt, but he didn't seem to look as worried as me. "Demented seagulls?" he suggested.

"Some seagulls," I muttered.

Suddenly Merseus was beside me, his blonde tufty hair made him look like he'd accidently stuck his finger in a live socket. I wouldn't put it past him.

"Here," he said shoving what looked like a sword towards me.

It was bronze and glowed faintly in the reflected sunlight. The hilt fit snugly into my hand, but the sword felt heavy.

"How the..." I started, but thought better of it. However he'd managed to sneak a massive blade into school was none of my business. "What am I meant to do with this?" I asked.

He gave me a I believe in you look that people only do in movies.

"Whoa," I said disbelieving. "I am not going out there."

I looked across the classroom. One kid was lying on the floor covered in dollops of bird poo, he clearly hadn't got under cover fast enough. That was one casualty already on the list.

"Now," insisted Merseus and before I knew it he had pushed me out into the open and I had no choice but to fight.

It took me a moment to get my bearings when one bird zeroed in on me and broke out of formation to dive. I didn't know what to do, then suddenly something innate seemed to kick in. My arms seemed to know what to do.

I stared the bird straight in the face and when it came within reach I sliced out with my sword and cut it in two. It dissolved into red powder before my eyes. I was so stunned I didn't realise that more were coming towards me.

I brought my sword round just in time to cut the second. Another flew in to snap at my shoulder, but I sliced of its wing and it spiralled to the floor. More came at me, from the right, from the left. Everywhere I turned birds descended on me. It was all I could do to hack away at them one at a time. I was surrounded.

One bird flew over head and pooped right on my head. It was trying to blind me. I had little time to recoil in disgust. I saw an opening in the birds to my right. I took it, I didn't know if I would get another chance like that. I ran for the door like a lunatic.

I don't know when Merseus joined me, but he was running beside me at breakneck speed carrying both our bags. We reached the door. I flung it open and we ran out into the corridor with the birds in hot pursuit. They were gaining on us and I didn't know what to do.

Blindly I slashed my sword into the air above and behind every now and then catching one of the creatures. I ran forwards towards the outside doors and as I reached for the handle one of the birds saw an open point in my defence and it dived for my face.

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