The Eyes of Olympus chapter one

Authors note: If there's anyone reading this, then please don't judge my story harshly. It's my first story and advice, notes, comments or all three will always be appreciated and I hope you enjoy my first attempt. That's it of my ramblings. Enjoy.

It's a stormy night on a beach in Florida as a lonely boy in a blue t-shirt, cargo pants, and black and white sneakers walks only a few feet away from the water as he tries to read his book, but the strong wind blowing across the beach throws the pages back and forth in his book. The water was acting just as destructive as it crashes on to the sand and recedes back to ocean as the waves get bigger as thunder booms over head louder. He closes up his book frustrated he can't read it without pages flying all over the place and he sits on the beach and watches as the storm becomes more aggressive.

"Gods. This getting bad. Zeus, Poseidon, what are you two fighting about this time?" He asks the sea, but there's no response and lightning strikes the sea in numerous spots.

He laughs to himself and looks at his book again and looks at the cover where lightning booms over head and provides enough light to illuminate the title "Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief" and he reads the first line again. It seemed fitting reading the book during a thunderstorm since that's where Percy's first dream about Zeus and Poseidon's fight happen at a beach with the sea and sky fighting against each other.

"He might have said he never wanted to be a half-blood, but finding out he was was the best thing that has ever happened to him. Other than meeting Annabeth of course"

He looks and stares out to the sea again. "You've got one hell of a kid Poseidon. Since he survived going into the bowels of hell itself I'd think that's an understatement. He did so much. Saved the world twice. All before he was even allowed to vote. He truly is the greatest demigod- no... greatest hero in history.

He gets up and wipes away the sand on his pants and starts walking further down the beach taking the long way home just so he can watch the sky and sea battle against each other more.

"Zeus. I hope you're taking better care of your favorite toy. You don't want some other guy able to snatch it up again."

He giggles and only a foot in front of him lightning strikes just as he were about to step and this sends him flying back and on his butt.

"Nope. You keep it. That's bolt is all yours. No one else would try to take it. Keep it. All yours."

He gets back on his feet and speed walks home seeing the storm is getting a lot worse and the wind is blowing harder.

"Gods. Please stop fighting. Florida doesn't need anymore hurricanes. Seriously we already punched out all of our hurricane cards."

The storm grows worse and he starts running home till he see's his house. A one story typical town house with a light coat of baby blue on the outside with a white roof next to an alley way. He walks into the alley made from wooden fences and he climbs the fence and falls into a little pathway on the side of his house with a slightly open window in front of him and he opens the window and climbs into the room and closes the window behind him.

"Home sweet home. I think I'm getting better at this whole sneaking out thing" he says to himself.

He looks around his room and he walks to his closet and opens the door and he puts his book back in there stacked up against nine other books and putting that book in the far left.

"My beautiful collection of Percy Jackson books. How I love you can not be described with words." He closes his closet door and looks at himself on the mirror and he flattens out his jet black hair since the wind blew it and made it a look like the wind slapped his hair from every direction and rubs his eyes and and see's some red in his milk chocolate brown eyes and he tries rubbing his eyes out and still see's some red around the edges.

"I need to get some sleep. School going to start up soon. I can't keep staying up so long."

He walks to his bed a few feet away and glades at the electric clock on a nightstand next to the bed that says "1:37 A.M" and he puts on his polar bear pajama pants and takes his shirt off and falls on the bed and he closes his eyes as the storm rages on outside and he falls asleep listening to the calm sound of the pouring rain where he had his worst nightmare yet.

Author's note: hola my new readers. I hope you enjoyed the first edition of Eyes of Olympus and I hope you stay for more. To all the people that have already starting reading this I finally gotten around to fixing chapter one. The first edition was full of grammatical errors and generally wasn't that good. But this newer version is even better. Anyway I hope all you fabulous readers liked this taste of my story and if you have any comments about anything let me know. I love reader feedback. Have a wonderful day and remember to stay beautiful.