Percy Jackson and The Olympians Fan fiction

Betrayal – Rewrite number one.
Because I can assure you, there will be many more changes by the time I get to the end of this story. If I ever do.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. If I did, I would happily be relaxing somewhere nice and tropical. With a pool. And a waterslide. But alas, I don't. So I'm sitting in my room (which is a mess), with a laptop that has no internet (and I can't afford to fix), praying to any and every entity out there that no one decides to sue me. Please?

Ahaha….*sheepish grin*. Sorry everyone. I won't make dumb excuses; the truth is I actually forgot about this story completely. I remembered on New Year's and looked it up. Big thanks to asdfjkl who still hasn't given up on me! And I know a lot of people are going to be annoyed at my not actually continuing with the story, just doing a rewrite. Well, I had completely forgotten the story, remember! How can I write a story when I have about as much idea about what's going on as the people reading it? I figured a rewrite would help me get back 'in' to it. So here goes. Excuse grammar and spelling. It sucks, I know.

Also, this may sound a little weird, but if you happen to see any random Harry Potter or wizarding references…it's not meant to be there. I've just been spending most of my time reading Harry Potter fan fiction, so much so that I'm actually dreaming about it.

Tata for now my pretties.

Xox Demiaria

Chapter one

I was grinning like a mad hell hound as I finally walked into the dining hall and collapsed at Poseidon's table. I'd been training all day and I could honestly say, was bloody exhausted. That climbing wall just had to have the lava feature, didn't it?
I glanced down at my orange camp-half blood t-shirt. The one that now had a massive hole in it. I managed to get a little too close to the lava. I wasn't burnt as I managed to call some water to me before I could actually set myself on fire.
Yep, that lava wall had it in for me.

But, I had to keep training. Kronos and Luke were still going strong and their little army wasn't really so little anymore. You never knew when something would happen around here. Thank the gods I wasn't on a quest at the moment! Some people love them but myself, I need a little down time, you know?

"PERCY!"

A loud voice snapped my out of my daydreaming. I glanced up and saw Grover and Annabeth waving at me from the entrance. Well, Annabeth was waving. Grover looked like a chicken trying to lay an egg, flapping around like a madman. Er...madstayr.
Still, that's why I love him.
I raised my hand and waved back, grinning. They weaved their way over to me through the throng of campers.

"What in Hades happened to your shirt?" Annabeth asked after they reached me.

"Hmm? Oh. Well, you know the climbing wall? It officially hates me." I said sheepishly.

She gave me a disbelieving look.

"It's a wall, Percy. It can't hate." She said as she sat down next to me, Grover sitting the other side.

"Wanna bet?" I muttered under my breath.

She shot me a look and I held my hands up in surrender. I knew better than to mess with Annabeth when she was in one of her "I'm right, which means you are wrong" moods. I'm not a masochist.

"Yo, sup dude?" Said someone who sounded an awful lot like Grover. But it couldn't be. Could it?

I turned slowly to look at him.

"What?" I asked.

"Dude, whassup with ya? You goin deaf? Not cool man." He said in the worse gangster accent I have ever heard. And I've heard my mum.

I winced and turned back to look at Annabeth, shooting her a questioning look.

She sighed.

"Grover is going through another one his phases." She explained wearily.

"What! I thought he was done with them after that one where he spent a week making jewellery." I exclaimed.

"Apparently not."

"Damn."

"Mmm."

Grover stood from the bench to stand in front of us.

"I heard that you know! You guys really don't know how to have fun, do you? And that was amazing jewellery!" He said indignantly.

Annabeth and I exchanged glances.

"Has it ended already?" I asked. Grover looked confused

"No, I don't think so. He only started this morning."

"I can always hope, right?"

Grover caught on to what we were talking about and his eyes widened.

"Oh shit! I mean…er…Darn dude! Not cool! Don't dis the Grovinator!" He exclaimed.

Annabeth shook her head.

"I knew it was too good to be true." I said with a sigh.

"Let's hope he gets over this one faster than the Irish dancing."

"Oh gods yes."

Grover watched the exchange like it was a tennis match before he decided he'd had enough and threw up his hands in frustration. As he stalked off towards the food with a hissed, "Traitors!" I caught sight of a piece of paper attached to his back.

I cracked up.

Annabeth shot me a worried look.

"Percy? Are you okay? Not feeling sick are you?"

I held my stomach with my left arm and pointed at Grover's back with my right.

Annabeth's gaze followed the direction I had pointed in until she saw the sign too. She also cracked up.

Someone had actually managed to stick a sign on Grover's back saying, "YO! I'M THE GROVINATOR! PIMP. MAH. RIDE!".

After a minute or so and a few strange looks from the surrounding tables ,we managed to get ourselves under control and headed off to the queue. A 2 burgers, 3 serves of fries and glass of juice later I was officially full.

I stood from the table, waving at Annabeth who was in what looked like a deep discussion with one of her half-sisters. She absentmindedly raised her hand before returning to the conversation.

I shook my head with a wry smile. Once Annabeth got going, not much could stop her.

I glanced around for Grover but couldn't spot him. Deciding that I would find him in the morning, I headed off to bed.

A day of hard-core physical work and a big meal really takes it out of you.

Pushing open the door to my cabin, I smiled softly before quickly stripping down to boxers and cleaning my teeth.

Getting into bed was Heaven. Wait. I can't say that can I? You know, sometimes it sucks knowing Greek gods were real and that Heaven (sadly) wasn't. Even Hell was good for some curses.

Slowly my thoughts faded out as I drifted into peaceful unconsciousness.

Within an hour though, I wouldn't be as peaceful.

That night, the dream came.