Hey guys, Chaotiki here. I'm here with my very first PJO fanfic on this site. I'm gonna be using my OC in this story so I hope you don't mind. I'll try to put my own twist on the canon of the story without changing it too much. Also, the OC's hometown is fictional.

I do not own the Percy Jackson series. All rights belong to their respective owners.

Don't you just hate it when you're trying to walk home from school and some giant dog starts chasing after you? Well if you said yes, so do I. That's what happened to me right after fourth period at Radford Middle School in my hometown of Rockridge in Maine.

It was a pretty normal day at school, barely being able to pass my english test since I have dyslexia. I hate taking tests or just sitting in class in general since I also have ADHD. I'm in the seventh grade and my teacher reminded us that we had an essay due in two days. I groaned once I got out of class, looking at my test paper.

"Hey man, at least you didn't fail" Zeke, my one friend in school told me. We had only met last year, but we had found things in common pretty quickly. We both liked to hike in the wilderness and just enjoy the outdoors in general. Some people questioned whether Zeke got held back several grades since he almost had a full grown beard on his face. His black beard contrasted with his pale skin and blue eyes. He always wore a gray beanie on his head.

"Yeah but this essay is going to destroy me! I wasn't even paying attention to what we're supposed to be writing about" I told him. Zeke just rolled his eyes and reminded me that the essay was about the best memory we had in our lives.

"I don't think I have a favorite memory, dude" Zeke just gave me an deadpan look. "Come on Levi, there has to be at least one memory you really like!" I thought about it for a minute then told him about how I always used to like having snowball fights with my mom.

I didn't know who my dad was, so my mom was the only family I had. I guess I got my looks from her since I shared my fair skin, black hair, and blue eyes with her, although my eyes were a darker blue. She worked at a law firm in town so she was always busy. But when she had days off, we would do pretty much anything together. Watch movies, play games, or just hang out.

"See, I told you that you had a favorite memory. Don't worry about the spelling and grammar mistakes. Mccoy understands what you go through. Just make sure you actually try to do it, alright?" I nodded and gave him a fist bump as we made our separate ways home.

I stopped by the convenience store on the way home since my mom didn't really trust me to cook my own food. She was afraid I might forget about it and leave the stove on or something. I was halfway through my ham sandwich when I heard a loud growling sound. I turned around and saw a large Rottweiler with its mouth drooling and its sharp teeth the size of knives.

"Uh, good dog?" I said lamely as it walked closer to me. "Are you hungry or something?" I asked holding out my sandwich. That only made it angrier and it let out a really loud bark which I'm sure burst my eardrums and shattered a few windows.

"A-are you lost? You can't find your way home?" I tried making up ways to make this dog go away somehow. Finally it seemed the dog had had enough and started to run at me full speed. I spun around so quickly I thought I had whiplash, but I immediately sprinted away from the giant dog.

'This is not how I expected this thing to go!' I screamed in my mind. The dog was getting closer, and a parked car was coming up from in front of me. Instincts took over as I leapt on top of the car and continued to run. The dog stumbled over the car but wasn't slowed down for very long and kept chasing me.

I had somehow foolishly got myself stuck in an alley with a giant dog blocking my escape. I turned back toward the dog and it was closer than before. I walked back until I felt the wall behind me. The cold wind had picked up and started blowing through the alley.

'Use your gift' the wind seemed to call to me. The voice was clearly male, but I couldn't see anyone on the roof. 'The power that you possess shall protect you' the voice said.

"Powers? I don't have powers, I'm just a nobody!" I wanted to yell at the voice. 'You must feel it inside of you. The power that must be released'.

All of a sudden I could feel a freezing cold in my stomach. But it wasn't an uncomfortable cold. It felt natural, calming. I felt stronger. Still not sure of what I was doing, I hesitantly lifted my left hand and aimed it at the dog. Feeling incredibly stupid, I stuck out my hand more.

"Get back or I'll!... I'll… "What would I do? I had no idea why I was even trying to go against this monster. But I stood my ground. For some unknown reason, I trusted the voice that told me to use my apparent power. I could feel it now, inside of me.

The dog had run out of patience and chose to strike. It barreled down at me, and I closed my eyes in fear. Once I realized I was still alive, I slowly opened my eyes. They widened when I saw that the giant dog was now an ice sculpture. Ice had covered its entire body and I could even see ice on the wall and on the ground. I looked at my arm and saw that it too had ice, although it was now in the process of melting.

I opened and closed my hand to feel if anything was different, but it felt the same. I looked around the alley and found a envelope with a strange wax seal. It looked like an upside down U. The Greek symbol Omega. On the front side it had the words Camp Half-Blood written on it in neat handwriting. It even had an address to the place in Long Island New York.

Taking one last look at the ice sculpture, I put the envelope in my bag and quickly ran to my house. Once I got there I put my bag on my bed and took out the letter. I opened it up to see a few gold coins and a letter.

"Dear ,

This letter is to inform you of the possible danger that you and your family are in. Monsters from the depths of the Underworld will steadily approach you the longer you stay in the mortal world. We advise you to seek the satyr closest to your current location and have them escort you to Camp Half- Blood. This camp is the only place in the world that will protect from these dangers. We recommend that you take all your belongings with you and travel to camp no later than one week after opening this letter. We assure you that you will be taken care of here as well as learning how to defend yourself should the need arise. We hope to see you soon

Sincerely,

Camp Half-Blood Staff

I put the letter down with more questions than answers. But that could wait until my mom got home. What would she say to all this? Would we have to move? Is this all part of an elaborate prank? I lay back down on my bed and sighed. At least I can say today was an eventful one.

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