Disclaimer: I do not and never will own PJO, but I want to. All characters and this world belong to Rick Riordan. Only Ryan, Jay, and Leon (so far) are mine.

This is by first time writing a Fanfic, so be nice. Review even to tell me it is terrible. Please tell me if I have an inconsistency with the series and I will change it. This all takes place after TLO.

Ryan Larsican sighed as he stared at the school building. All right, he thought, it is the last day of school. If I can make it for a few more hours, I will finally have been to a single school for an entire year. Ryan had been expelled from at least one school every year for a while now. And it was never his fault. Okay, he did have dyslexia and ADHD, but other kids had these and weren't kicked out. It was just that weird things always seemed to happen when he was around. It had been this way as far back as he could remember. Even in kindergarten, one day everyone's crayons began to color the wrong colors. Everyone's except his. Although the teachers never actually blamed him, they gave him weird looks for the rest of the year. As he got older, this had continued. It was never much, the water fountain erupting when he passed, a bully he hated tripping every five steps. Eventually, the school's teachers and staff couldn't stand it and expelled him.

Ryan gave another mental sigh as he shook his black haired head. His hair was an extremely dark black, black as wet ink, as one person had put it. The blackness was a sharp contrast to his bright blue eyes. Not wanting to be mistaken as Goth or emo (not that there was anything wrong with that, it just wasn't him), he tried to wear bright colors, royal blues, reds, and even a shirt he had tie-dyed green and purple. The only accessory he wore was a silver ring inset with a purple stone. It was all he had left of his mother. His mother had left before he could remember and his father had raised him until he was five. One day he came home to discover his father was dead. No one could identify the cause, since there were slashes on his body that weren't made by any weapon the police could identify. They had labeled it "suicide" and placed Ryan in the care of his grandparents. The ring had been found in a box under his father's bed with his name written on it. It also contained a note from his mother, saying he should have it when he got older, "just in case." He had worn it hung around his neck until his hand was big enough that it could fit around his finger. He never took it off; as he felt it gave him some, invisible link to the mother he had never known.

As he turned to contemplate the school building again, he felt someone slap him none-too-gently on the back of his head. He knew who it was before he even turned around.

"Damn, Jay, what was that for?"

Jade Lorena, who made everyone call her Jay, placed her hands on her hips, her green eyes staring at him angrily. He couldn't help marveling, as he did every time that he saw her, at her hair, a bright golden blond, her slim athletic body, and tan skin. Jay was the school track star and kept herself in perfect shape. She had won state and regional for the last three years, she had told him. For her, losing wasn't an option. He wondered, when she had every guy pining after her (and who wouldn't with that body), why she had chosen him to be her friend. He wasn't popular, didn't play any sport, and while he wasn't ugly (he hoped) he wasn't a heartthrob by any means. He had muscles, but less than Jay. He was of average height and possibly on the thin side with weight. His skin was as tan as Jay's, and some girls saw him as "mysterious." Yet as the new kid, not knowing anything, Jay still became my friend, he thought to himself.

Another slap from Jay brought him back to the present. "The first one," she said, holding up a single finger, "was for not hearing me when I said hi. The second," she raised another finger, "was for checking me out while still ignoring me." She laughed as Ryan colored, embarrassed. "Now come on, we told Leon we'd meet him in homeroom."

Leon, a shy boy who was in a wheelchair, was the third member of their group. He had introduced himself to them mid-year, and had been there for them ever since. He never really talked about his family, or why he was in the wheelchair, but they never asked. He had been over to their houses at least once, and met Ryan's grandparents and Jay's dad and step-mom. Jay had also never known her mom. Her mom and dad had met when her dad was an upcoming Olympic star. They had married two years later and had Jay. Her mom had left soon after, but Jay held no grudges. Her step-mom was amazing and Jay adored her two year old half-brother. That was one thing both Ryan and Jay had in common, neither had known their mother, but neither held a grudge against them for leaving. Jay also shared his ADHD and dyslexia, so they often helped each other study. Ryan waved as he and Jay entered the classroom to find Leon sitting there waiting for them.

"What took you so long?" he asked, sounding irritated.

"Ryan was busy checking me out," Jay replied before Ryan could say anything.

"I was not…" Ryan began before Leon cut him off.

"Whatever. Do you know why Ms. Lee asked us to meet her here?"

"Ms. Lee didn't tell us to meet her here," Ryan told him. "She said that new teacher, Ms… Shen, I think, wanted to see us. "

"Oh no," Ryan thought he heard Leon mutter as Ms. Shen walked into the room. She was a serious looking woman of average height and weight. Her brown hair was pinned down tightly, as if she feared it might escape and her nails were painted an odd brownish tone. She wore a dark black business suit and her smile was anything but friendly.

"Ah, thank you both for coming," she said, turning to face them. "I have a very important matter to discuss with you.

"What is that?" Jay asked, looking as confused as Ryan felt.

Ms. Shen began to unpin her hair. As she pulled out the last pin she replied, "Oh, just your demise."

Before Ryan could register that statement, Ms. Shen began to change. Her hair began to squirm and hiss. As the brown coloring began to flake off, Ryan found himself staring at a swarm of snakes. As for Ms. Shen herself, even odder things were occurring. The black business suit seemed to melt into her skin, which in turn became coated with green scales, like those of a snake. Her mouth opened in an evil grin, reveling she also had a snake's fangs. Giant golden wings protruded out of her back as the monster glared at them.

"Run!" Leon screamed.

Startled into action, Ryan and Jay ran for the door. Before they could open it, however, the monster had landed in front, its claws almost catching them.

"What is that thing?" Jay yelled.

"That's Stheno, one of Medusa's Gorgon sisters," Leon replied. "She can't turn you to stone, but she's still deadly."

"How do you know that," Ryan yelled at him. "What is she doing here?"

"She's after you, the rest I'll explain later." Leon then surprised them both by leaping out of his wheelchair. "I'll distract her, you run!"

As Ryan turned to do so, he realized that Leon didn't have human legs, but the legs of a goat. A gorgon, a satyr, what is going on here?

"Leon!" he heard Jay shout. He turned and saw the Gorgon swipe at Leon with her claws, scoring a long cut on Leon's stomach. Before he could do anything, Jay leaped at the Gorgon, delivering a flying kick to her arm. Jay had taken martial arts for years; her kicks by this point could fracture bones. The Gorgon shrugged it off like it was a mosquito bite.Snarling, the Gorgon charged at them. Dodging as best he could, Ryan backed into a wall, slamming the back of his arms and head into it. As he tried to make his head stop hurting, he felt warmth in his hand. Looking down, he saw the purple stone in his ring was glowing faintly.

It's never done that before. He touched it softly. To his surprise the glow went into overdrive. The next thing he knew, the ring was gone and in its place he was holding a spear, as long as he was tall. It was made of white wood, with a head of some metal Ryan didn't recognize. The said head seemed to be on fire. Purple fire. Ryan didn't have much time to contemplate this as the Gorgon ran at him. Acting out of instinct, he jammed the spear straight at her. A scream sounded as he looked up to see the spear impaling the Gorgon. She seemed to freeze, as if in shock, before slowly slumping to the ground. In a few seconds she had faded away. Looking around, Ryan noted absentmindedly the spear had reverted back to a ring. He slipped it on as he walked over to where Jay was helping Leon to his feet. She had found something to bind his wound.

"Explain." Ryan demanded.

Leon sighed. "It's not safe here. Follow me, I'll explain on the way there.

"There?" asked Jay. "Where exactly is there?"

"Camp Half-Blood."

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