Hi everyone! This is my second fanfiction story and I hope you enjoy it! Here's the disclaimer for the whole story: I do not own Percy Jackson, the brilliant Rick Riordan does :) Enjoy! And please review!

Chapter 1: A Dream Turns into a Nightmare

My name is Elizabeth Banks. I'm fourteen years old with blonde hair, hazel eyes and a slender body. I was in Miami on a sunny beach. The warmth of the sun was seeping into me as easily as a sea snake can slither through the water. I should've known there was going to be trouble the moment I saw a blonde boy holding a sword that apparently no one else could see. Then again, we were in Miami and well, need I say more? I looked out over the ocean, enjoying the roaring and crashing sound of the waves. What could go wrong? I should smack myself in the head for that thought. Something goes weird or wrong on almost every trip I go on. For example, two years ago, I was in California and some girl was pissing me off and I don't know what happened but I thought of a wave crashing over her and leaving her with seaweed hanging down like snakes on her head and well, it happened. Then, when I went to a stable, I saw a man being mean to his horse so I silently told the horse it should buck him off and then a voice in my head told me that was what it was planning to do. It was an agitated voice and it certainly wasn't my voice. Sure enough, the horse bucked the man off and he was banned from the ranch (rightly so).

"Come on, Elizabeth. It's time to go back to the hotel." My mom said.
"Okay." I replied. I picked up my stuff and walked with the no shoes on and enjoying the sand between my toes. I saw a blonde boy, a brunette girl, and a black haired boy running down the street and wondered if they were okay and I saw a man chasing after them. If anyone saw this too, they weren't doing anything about it. My mind started wandering about why they were running from the man. The blonde boy was the same nut job I had seen earlier holding a sword that no one else could see. Maybe the sun was getting to me or I was extremely tired. Whatever it was, it needed to stop because I was determined to have an accident-free vacation. Stupidest. Goal. Ever! Of course something was going to happen on this trip but I was hoping it wouldn't.

"Elizabeth, watch where you're going!" my mother warned me.

"Whoops." I muttered as I nearly stepped into a puddle of god knows what. We entered the hotel and went to our room. I showered and brushed my hair and applied my makeup. When we were done, my parents and I headed out for a really good tasting Cajun dinner. As we walked back, I had a feeling we were being followed so I turned around and looked behind me. A man about five feet six inches was following us.

I highly recommend you don't mug us. I thought. He suddenly turned off into an alley and I saw the blonde boy, brunette girl, and black haired boy I had seen earlier today walking closely together. The girl was in the middle and felt a little bit of envy growing inside me. She had two cute boys on either side of her while I was stuck with my parents. Something gleamed in the setting sun's light and I realized it was a dagger in the girl's hand. My eyes got huge and I looked up. The blonde boy caught my eye and caught my gaze where I had been looking at. His eyes flitted between my eyes and the dagger.

"Can you see that?" The boy mouthed.

"Duh!" I mouthed back. He looked genuinely shocked and that struck me as weird. How could someone not see the dagger?

"Come over here!" The boy mouthed.

"No." I mouthed back. The boy sighed and whispered something to his friends. The girl and other boy looked up as I turned away. Great. So some kids escaped from a mental institute and they were probably going to come get me. Why did my curiosity get to me? Well, as they say, curiosity killed the cat.

"Elizabeth, do you want to go to the teen club?" My mother asked.

"Yes please." I replied excitedly. I loved the teen club. Hot guys everywhere! My parents and I walked into the hotel and I forced myself to not turn around to see if those kids were still behind me. My parents signed me into the teen club and I ran up the stairs to the room. The room was partially dark. The lights of the mega flat screen, the other smaller flat screens, and the computers illuminated the room with its neon colored walls and carpet. I sat down and started playing Wii tennis with some random guy (who just happened to be extremely good looking) and was kicking his butt at it. We took a break (after I won the game) and sat down. Out of my peripheral vision, my worst dream came alive. The blonde boy, the brunette girl, and the black haired boy walked into the club. How they got in here, I don't know because you had to have a parent sign you in. Their eyes roamed critically over the room and I had a very distinct feeling they were looking for me. I told the boy that I had been beating at Wii tennis that I was going to go dancing. Now, I was desperate to get away from those kids. I would never have gone in the dance room if it weren't for them. You couldn't hear yourself think, much less what other people were saying so I decided it was my best bet to avoid them. I walked stealthily to the dance room without being caught. I breathed in relief and headed to the dance floor where I was immediately swept into the flurry of dancing. Some guy grabbed my hand and twirled me around. He was a big buff guy that you didn't really want to mess with but I let him dance with me because the three kids I was avoiding came into the dance room. Something that sounded like growling emanated from somewhere but it was so loud that I figured it was the music. Someone tapped me on the shoulder and I turned fearfully. My fear was confirmed when I saw the blonde boy looking at me with his eyes full of anxiety.

"We need to talk." He shouted but it sounded like more of a whisper.

"Who are you and what do you want with me?" I yelled over the deafening music.

"My name is Luke. Listen; please just come with me so I can talk to you." He pleaded.

"Fine." I mumbled and allowed him to lead me out of the dance room.

"What's your name?" Luke asked.

"Elizabeth Banks. If you're trying to bribe me to do something, it won't work." I declared.

"We're not trying to bribe you. We're here because you can see what others can't." Luke looked at me seriously.

"What do you mean?" I inquired cautiously.

"What is this?" Luke questioned me, taking a dagger out of his pocket.

"Do I look blind to you? It's a dagger." I retorted.

"What is this?" Luke questioned some random kid.

"Whoa! A light saber thingymajiggy!" The boy exclaimed.

"Thanks. I was trying to tell her that." Luke answered coolly and the boy walked off.

"Why did he call it a light saber?" I asked.

"That's what he thought it was." Luke responded.

"What are you doing with my dance partner?" The big guy I had been dancing with had come up beside me.

"I was talking to her." Luke replied calmly, but there was certain tenseness in his shoulders and his face. Something was bothering him.

"You shall die demigod." The guy snarled and growled deep in his throat. So I hadn't imagined it!

"Get away from me freak! No one can growl like that unless they're a lion or a monster and since you're not a lion obviously… oh my god." My eyes widened in horror as the guy with a tattoo that said I love Babycakes tattooed on his arm, also the guy I had danced with, created a fiery ball.

"Duck!" Luke yelled and pulled me down. The fiery mass flew past us and crashed into a wall. Luke grabbed me and pulled me down the stairs, his companions behind me.

"We need to get out of here! NOW!" Luke ordered.