So this is my first Fanfic so go don't expect too much. This is after the Titan war but before the Greeks learn of the Romans.

I don't own the story or any of the characters except what I make myself.

Chapter 1

Percy walked through the dark street, pen in hand. He dared not uncap it-the glow would attract unwanted attention from mortals and monsters alike. A rustle in the dark made him jump, but his nerves calmed when he saw it was only a stray cat. Percy took a deep breath and forced himself to relax. It had bben so long that he had been on a quest, that he was rather jittery. The last time he fought a real monster was when a hellhound attacked him walking home from school with his step-dad, Paul. Fortunately, there were no other mortals around and Percy managed to kill it before it could cause any serious injury. Paul was a bit shaken, and he had gotton a cut on his cheek, but he knew about Percy's second life.

Percy grimaced at the memory. He wasn't hurt because of a certain bath he took in the Styx the summer before but his step-dad's cut and Percy's rogued look nearly gave his mom a heart attack when they finally reached home. His mom knew all about the dangers of being a demi-god but since the war she had been a bit high-strung. The great prophecy Rachel had given didn't exactly help either.

Percy was suddenly snapped back to reality when he hears another sound in the dark. But this was no stray cat. The deep growling and grunts belonged to something much, much bigger, but what? Percy retreats to behind a trash can and uncaps Riptide. A bronze blade grows from the tip and it becomes heavier, sturdier, much deadlier than a pen. Percy grips his sword tightly and waits for the monster to come out. It had surely seen him already and there was no point in trying to avoid it. Percy waits several minutes but nothing happens. Had he been mistaken? Was he just being paranoid again?

Percy stood up cautiously. Still no movement. He was just about to cap his pen when there was a roar and a great mass charging towards him. Percy managed to duck out of the way just in time. He turned and saw a full-grown cyclops, at least 11 or 12 feet high.

"ROAR!" the cyclops shouted and barreled after Percy again. "Come here little demi-god!" the cyclops taunted, "how bout' you join me for dinner!"

"Sorry! Already ate!" Percy said as he dodged again. he brought up the point of Riptide and slashed out. The tip connected and the cyclops collapsed into dust. Percy stood to admire the small pile of yellow powder. Most of the half-bloods at camp wouldn't have been able to kill a full grown cyclops that quickly. Most of the campers couldn't kill a full grown cyclops period. Percy was the best swordsmen at camp. "The best after Luke..." But Percy does not allow himself to dwell on things in the past. He had a job to do.

One of the kids, Thomas was his name, had drunken a bit of Lethe that dripped from a tree in the cabin of Hypnos. Clovis, the senior counselor in Hypnos' cabin, had said that if Thomas had simply touched the Lethe, then he could've retrieved his memories through a good long sleep. But since the idiot had to drink the stuff, Percy had to go on a quest to ask the goddess Oblivo to personally return Thomas's memories. They had to call home their oracle from finishing school three days earlier than expected and she missed her last few exams. Fortunately, Chiron did something with the Mist and Rachel got all very good grades on those three tests she never took. Her prophecy had been simple enough but it still gave Percy the chills to hear that strange voice come from his friends lips. The prophecy said:

The son of the sea shall travel where forgetfulness flows

He shall speak to the goddess and pluck her a rose,

From the place that where there is no tomorrow

He will find an ancient acquaintance and discover her sorrow

She will help him with what he must endeavor

But in the end one will lose their mind forever

Percy grimaced at what his prophecy said. He wondered why he had to have one in the first place. Last summer prophecies were rarely told for campers who left Half-Blood hill for some mission. However, normal rules were back and Chiron had to get Rachel to give them a prophecy. They weren't even sure who was going to go but the oracle dwelling inside Rachel solved that. Percy sighed. His prophecy had started out well; no tellings of death or loss though Percy wondered what "her sorrow" was. But there was always some catch-there was never a prophecy that only said that everything would work out all right. Percy sighed again and continued down his road. He was to take a very early morning train and he wasn't going to get there on time if he didn't hurry.

His thoughts wandered back to the prophecy despite his mind's wishes and he began to wonder who this girl was. Apparently he had met her before, but she couldn't possibly be from Camp Half-Blood; none of his acquaintances there were "ancient" unless he counted Annabeth. And what was the place that had no tomorrow? Percy shook his head in puzzlement and he gave up. He would just have to keep going and find out when it came. But for now, he had a train to catch.

Tillia wandered down from her bedroom yawning and walked lazily to the breakfast bar and ate what pleased her. She looked around but there was no one else getting food. It seemed like she was the only one who ate in this place.

Once she finished, she went back to the center where several kids were playing games. What should she do today? She had gone down the water slide the other day and also played some sort of architect game that simply fascinated her. Another girl was hogging it a few days ago but she was gone now. Tillia barely remembered her face. All she remembered was being angry that she couldn't complete her city till after they left a few hours later. She really loved making her own city. Back home, women where never allowed to do anything but weave and have babies. Tillia froze. She felt a nagging at the back of her mind. Something about home. She's had this nagging before and could never place her finger on just what was bothering her. Was it the language changing constantly? Just a few weeks ago, everyone stopped speaking Chinese and started speaking something knew that Tillia learned quickly enough. She heard it was called English. What was the language she spoke when she first came here? Tillia couldn't remember. The tongue in which was spoken by the staff and the other guests changed so often that she just couldn't remember.

Tillia shoved it out of her mind and decided to bungee jump before she worked on her city again. It was so fun going up and down the trampoline that she did it again, and several times more. Her card gave her unlimited pass to any of the games so it didn't matter. She was just about to go for what must have been the tenth time when one of the hotel staff came up to her and held out a golden card saying, "This is the new gold members card. A new level of fun and games has just opened up on level 30 and this will give you access to it."

"Thanks!" Tillia said brightly. She took the card and made her way to level 30 to see the new games. It was amazing. There was a newer architect game that she started on immediately and was even able to transfer her saved city to the new arcade. Besides this, there was also some sort of holographic game that you designed and then enjoyed. Tillia made a beach in this game and lounged under the artificial sun for hours. At the end of the day, she felt so relaxed and happy that she didn't want to go to bed. But her eyes were heavy so she made her way to room 1 and fell asleep in her soft bed. The day, like yesterday, had been perfect.

So tell me what you think! Hopefully you'll read on to the next chapter which I will have up as soon as possible. Please, please, please give me reviews so I can make this a bit better! Hope you enjoyed my OC!