Hello everybody! For anybody who is a fan of me (all two of you) I apologize for the break I had. I had, absolutely no ideas as to what to write…

However, I have an idea now. So here goes nothing. Please review.

I do not own Percy Jackson. (Or the Bible if you get the reference, if not it doesn't matter to the storyline anyway, don't worry about it)

My name is Silas Wryte. I'm 14 (probably), male (pretty sure about that one) and I'm damn sure that I'm fully, completely, and utterly terrified.

Why? Because of the extremely scary lion scorpion thing failing in a fight against an even scarier pair of boys I had met only… well, actually I haven't. They just burst through my wall, making quite a mess of the décor.

All this was happening above me, quite literally, I was crawling, and all three of them were jumping around and above me.

I suppose I should start at the beginning (though there isn't much to tell), you're probably wondering how I don't know exactly how old I am. Well, I'm an orphan, and was left at an orphanage as a baby. No birth certificate, no note, no nothing. So the women running the show had to take an educated guess as to when my actual birthday was. Their guess was September 19th, and its September 21st now, so there is some speculation; however, I am either fourteen or thirteen and really close to fourteen.

The women running this place were nice enough. But after, fourteen (give or take a few days) years the repetitive nature of getting up, taking care of chores, the younger kids, and going back to sleep, gets a little constricting. And after a while, it gets less just constricting and more like being locked in a prison. It's not like I wasn't allowed out, I was… but after I had finished all of my responsibilities. Which didn't leave time for anything but eating and passing out at the end of the day.

I was tired of this prison.

My only redemption is Alexis. She's about my age and we get along great, I can't see myself being with her romantically, she's out of my league anyway, but we get along great. She can't help me with my chores too much due to her crutches, but she talks to me. And while she probably doesn't know it, it means a lot.

It keeps me sane.

Alexis is about five foot four if she sits up straight, though her condition limits that greatly and she typically sits closer to five foot one. She's got shoulder length blonde hair (somewhat lighter than mine, which was a brown that leans toward the blonde side) and a pale –yet striking- complexion. Her eyes were what typically stunned people though, including me. Her eyes were blue, grey, and sometimes – rarely- green. The majority of the time they were a blue grey that seemed to mesmerize people.

She was beautiful.

And my best friend.

Anyway, back to how I ended up with a monster fighting two teenagers around me.

It was dinner time for most, so nobody was in with me for I had stayed to take a nap after a tiring day of chores. However, just as I was beginning to doze off, I was rudely awoken by teenage boy with dark hair, dark jacket, darker sword, and even darker eyes flying through the outside wall crashing unceremoniously into a pile of rubble on the other side of a bed.

I was (obviously) stunned by seeing all of this so quickly. The boy, who seemed about 16, stood up.

He did not seem happy. In fact, it seemed a scowl was permanently etched into his marble like face. He glanced at me before marching out the hole he came in, his arms by his side, scowl still unwavering.

As soon as her walked out there was silence once again. And I simply stared at the large hole, wondering if I was dreaming and would wake up soon or not. Abruptly Alexis poked her head through the opening.

"Hey Silas, sorry about the wall. But we gota go."

I stared blankly.

"Uh…" she glanced behind her, "like now."

The combination of a loud –was that a roar?- and her words brought me out of my stupor as I slipped on my tennis shoes and followed her outside.

Where I was promptly shoved to the ground.

"Sorry!" I heard from a somewhat older dark haired boy as he leapt over the animal he had shoved me out of the way of.

And that's how I ended up here. Underneath a lion with a scorpion's tail, crawling around, and trying not to get stepped on. It was a great confidence booster.

Then, as suddenly as it had started, it was over. There was suddenly silence and I looked up when I noticed golden dust raining down from directly above me, when I did so I saw the younger of the two boys putting away his sword with a stoic expression (look, he does do more than scowl), the older of the two reaching down with a giant grin on his face to help me up, and Alexis between and behind them, giving me a reassuring smile and thumbs up.

I reached up uncertainly to grab his hand.

"So let me get this straight," I said. We were currently in a, probably stolen, car. Driving to the other side of New York, to a camp that nobody can see or get into that isn't allowed in.

"You," I said pointing to the older boy, who was driving "are the son of Poseidon. And you," I said pointing to the other boy, who was in the passenger seat, "are the son of Hades. And you," I looked to Alexis, "don't really have a bone disease you are just half goat?"

Alexis blushed and nodded. The other boys made noises of agreement as well.

"Ok, well then what does this have to do with me?"

The boys glanced at each other before the driver – who's name was Percy- glanced at Alexis, making her sigh.

She answered me, "Because we believe you are a child of the gods as well. And if that is indeed the case, you need to be brought to camp for training. That way you probably won't die as fast."

I opened my mouth for a sarcastic comment about her reassurance skills, when Percy turned off the car and turned around to face me while the other boy – Nico – got out.

"We're here." He said, grinning like a mad man, which, for all I knew, he was. But as I got out and looked at the "camp" I understood why he was so excited, this place was beautiful.

Tada, and that's that. Let me know what you all think by reviewing please and let me know what kind of fighting style Silas should use, as well as his heritage. I have my ideas but I'm open to suggestions.

Please please please review.

AC out.