Hello, this is my first story on this site. I will be pleased to say that if you want, you could review this story. But please, do not criticize this unless it's CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. If it can help me get better at writing this, then please and thank you. Criticizing does not mean saying things like this, "EWW thIS STORY IS BAD!11!" It doesn't help. Woah, that's a lot of pleases. Well, that's all I'm gonna say. More notes on the bottom. I do not own the Harry Potter or Percy Jackson series, Rick Riordan and J.K. Rowling do.

OC P.O.V
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When life gives me lemons, well, I also make lemonade. Very optimistic and positive outlook, right? Well, yeah. But it just doesn't help that I know about the wizarding and godly world. As in, I know about those demigods and wizards you might've heard about. It's actually pretty frustrating. There are things that you didn't have to know or even need to know. But you know what? I just happen to be born a "special" person.

You might think it's pretty cool to see through all of the protection they put on themselves, and I have to admit, it is pretty cool. But then, it also gets you stuck between conflicts and things that don't even have contact with you. But hey, apparently that's called being special in this situation.

My name is Jack. No, not short for Jaquelyn, or any other way you spell that name. My parents were probably thinking by the time I was born, "How about we give her a special name!" I'm not bothered by it, I've grown used to it. Now going into the basics, I was born in America, specifically the United States, and then when I was 9, I lived in London for a few years. Let's just say I've seen some weird stuff during the summers I spent there.

Like one day I saw a car flying over the town and honestly, I still don't know exactly who was flying it. Either I did meet them and they didn't tell me, or I just didn't meet them. But anyway back to America, I have seen some weird stuff too, like when I was at Hoover Dam, I saw a guy stabbing a girl with a sword, but then the sword just went through. Then walking skeletons appeared and I just didn't know what to say. Enough stalling, let's get to the story.

In London, a few years back, a met a very peculiar girl. She had dirty blonde hair and her eyebrows made her look permanently surprised. We were by the Leaky Cauldron, don't ask why I was even near the pub, just go along with it. She came up to me and suddenly, her voice light, said, "Your head is filled with wrackspurts," and left.

"Um, excuse me, what?" I asked. But it was too late, she was gone. I immediately started going after her only to come to a brick wall behind the building. Except, it wasn't really a brick wall. There was an opening and what I saw was astonishing. There were people running around the area and more buildings were structured. I even saw a kid with what looked like... A stick? But I didn't get to see more. The wall closed up and I couldn't do a thing, or at least I didn't know what to do.

"She couldn't have gone over here... That was just an illusion! Right?" I asked myself repeatedly. I wanted to go in, to climb the wall, but there was nothing that could support me.

I sighed and walked away only to hear a rumbling behind me, and then I was hit with something. At first, nothing happened. I only felt a little pain, but just a few seconds later, my brain started to go fuzzy, and white dots filled my head. I couldn't see, and then a massive headache started.

I started to space out a bit, but at the same time, I was trying to handle the pain. I didn't know what to do, and it scared me. Trying to suppress the feeling as hard as I could, I made out two voices talking to each other behind me.

"Dude! You're not supposed to use magic outside of school! Much less on a Muggle!"

"I know, but just look! They saw this place! They're not supposed to know we exist!"

Magic? What's a Muggle? I asked these questions to myself before I couldn't even think straight anymore. Then I blacked out.
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I woke up in a building. Questions were still floating everywhere and I felt helpless. I looked around and saw other people lying down. It more or less like a hospital, I couldn't explain it. I stirred and made a weird groggily noise. A boy with golden hair and tanned skin turned around and walked over to me.

"Finally! You're awake. It's been five days since you first came here."

I sat up. I didn't really know what to say, as I was lost at words. I didn't know where I was, who he was, or even what to think anymore. It all felt unreal.

"I'm sorry, but where am I? And, who are you?" I asked, making sure that he doesn't touch me.

"Don't- be scared, my name is Will Solace, son of Apollo. I'm a healer, and right now you're in Long Island, New York."

What? That can't be. I was in, um, in London a few minutes ago! What has the world come to be? How could've I traveled across the sea so quickly? London was an ocean away, right? And did this dude just say he was the son of Apollo? More and more questions kept erupting and I just couldn't take it. My mind isn't small, I know that. I'm able to get good grades and memorize certain passages in books. Heck, I'm even able to memorize whole soundtracks. But right now, it felt like something was trying to push away all of this. And I hated it.

"Um, excuse me, gosh, I must be hearing things, but did you just say you were the son of Apollo? Like as in that sun god or something? And, uh, how did I get here?"

He smiled and scratched the back of his head.

"Well, yeah. I'm a demigod." What?

"You were brought here as a request from Hecate, the goddess of magic, from what I've heard. People were speculating that you're a mortal, and that's why Hecate had to ask for you to be able to be brought in, but I doubt that. No mortal could cross the protection borders the camp puts up."

Okay, seriously, it sounded so ridiculous at first. But he sounded serious.

I thought to myself in confusion. This can't be possible, can it? I mean, I recall the words magic and muggle, but I have exactly no clue what the latter meant. And then demigod and goddess, and- mortal? It's like saying that he was immortal. Then the realization hit me.

"Are you telling me that the gods are real? Like, you didn't directly say it but you were implying that they were. But that can't be possible, right? I mean, I was always taught that it was myth- mythology."

"Woah, slow down. Yes, the gods are real. You're at Camp Half-Blood right now, a place demigods would stay at."

I was going to ask more until a sharp pain entered my head. It felt like if a piece of glass was suddenly lodged into my brain.

"Agh!" I groaned.

"Are you okay!?" Will asked, concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, obviously lying. I started to clutch my head. "I think I should just leav-" I was cut off by the sound of his voice.

"Absolutely not! Just because you're awake, doesn't mean you have enough energy to move. Now lay back down."

Well, that's it for now! Questions that might be asked answered;

1. "Will there be romance?" No, there will be no romance. It isn't the main topic, and honestly, I'm bad at writing romance. There will be mentions of canon couples but all in all, no romance.

2. "Is Jack going to be a demigod or witch?" Honestly, I have no clue. I was going to have her as a little mortal/Muggle Hecate likes to play around with but now I'm having second thoughts on it. I'm probably going to keep it though, to stick to the "special" persona.

3. "Are you planning to make this a series?" No. Maybe if I have time, or if I actually enjoy what came out of this, then yeah. Maybe.

4. "Update schedule?" As for updates, I'm planning once or twice a week. I might have things to do, so the most is usually a chapter when I'm busy. I might update early if I'm feeling happy. Chapters are usually 1,000 - 2,000 words. I could raise it higher if you want, but that's gonna take longer to write.

I was gonna say something else, but I forgot. EDIT: Okay so I remember now. Did anyone catch my Hamilton reference(s)? Okay, so it might not just be from Hamilton but it's what I first thought when I wrote it.

Peace! - Awes0me