A/N: Hi! So this story; I based all the characters off of my friends. I used their looks but changed their names and stuff

Disclaimer: If I did own PJO, I would be rich and last time I checked, I was not.

Mori's POV

Anyone in the world, who knows me, knows to let me sleep. Actually, I'm pretty sure everyone knows that.

Even Chase.

But that didn't stop him from waking me up at 3:30 in the freaking morning.

So here I am, lying in my comfy bed in only a t-shirt (A/N: YES she had on underwear and a bra; but seriously? Why would I right that?)

when someone starts to shake my shoulders.

I slowly open my eyes and see a shadow hanging over me. Before I can scream, a hand clamps down on my mouth.

My instincts take over. I jump out of bed and pin the guy to the ground. Grabbing a pair of scissors off of my dresser, I hold them to his throat. All in about 6 seconds.

He struggles to get out of my grip.

Suddenly, two figures come through my bedroom door. One of them gasps and immediately shuts the door. The other tries to pry me off of Bed-Creepo-Dude and I elbow him in the stomach.

With an 'oomph' he falls back.

I scramble over my bed and try to open my window.

"Mori!" I whirl at my name.

She takes off her hood and I gasp.

Curly blonde hair cascades down her back and brown eyes shine in the dark. "Marissa? Marissa Chowe?" I cry in disbelief.

She finally finds the light switch and flips it on.

My eyes widen at the other two boys. "Dallas Pruus? Chase Beuno?"

Rissy shh's me.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I whisper-shout.

Without answering me, she runs around my bed and into my closet. Still silent, she tosses my out my old duffle. "Pack," she tells me.

I pick up the duffle and run over to my dresser. I throw in a pair of jeans, three pairs of jean shorts, a couple of t-shirts and some flip-flops. Then I notice what I'm wearing and yelp. "Dallas! Chase! Out!" I bark.

Their eyes widen and they stumble out the door. Marissa chuckles.

I slip on a pair of black denim shorts and a black t-shirt with tiny skulls all over it. I slip into my black converse and catch my black hoodie as Marissa tosses it to me. I put my long brown and blue hair into a messy ponytail and sling the duffle onto my shoulder.

We're about to follow the boys when I tell Rissy to wait and run back to my room. I grab my bag of the doorknob and check to make sure everything's there.

Phone: check.

Burts-Bees: Check.

Camera: Check.

iPod: CHECK!

House key: Check.

And perfume: Check.

I meet Rissy and the boys in the hall and she and Chase grab my hands and pull me running out of the house while Dallas leads. After a couple of blacks, I stop completely. "Oh, no! I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what the frick is going on!"

Panting, Dallas says, "Not now! We have to catch up with the others!"

Against my will, they drag me until we reach a group of clad figures; a group of kids.

That I know.

I recognize all my friends immediately: Scott Callister, Carrie Spear, Trip Brokaw, Stella Monu, Kennady Harvings, Zena Marze, and Nate and Peter Jaccus.

"Mori?" Carrie, my best friend, cries. I run over to her and Stella's sides. Zena, Nate, and Peter stay at Dallas, Chase, and Marissa's sides.

"What is going on?" I ask Chase. He sighs and looks at Rissy. "We have to tell them,"

He turns to us. "You guys ever hear of the Greek gods?" We all nod. "They're real. And we're their kids. Me and Rissy and children of Demeter; Dallas is a son of Ares; Zena's a daughter of Apollo, and Nate and Peter are sons of Athena."

"And us?" Scott asks.

"Scott; probably Hermes; Carrie, Athena; Trip, Ares; Stella, Apollo; and Kennady, probably Athena.

"Wait," I say. "What about me?"

He shrugs. "No idea. Now come on, we've got to go."

Everyone moves but me. Carrie turns around. "Aren't you coming?"

I snort. "Hell, no,"

Dallas groans. "Come on, Crasse!"

I roll my eyes. "No! Do I have to say it in Spanish? No," I say in a bad Spanish accent.

"Why not?" he complains.

"Hmm, let's see. You wake me up at 4 in the freaking morning, make me run a ga-jillion blocks, and then expect me to follow you? Yeah, right!"

Carrie and the others back up behind me while Chase and his little group groan. "Come on, Crasse! I'm telling you the truth! You have to believe me!"

I roll my eyes again. "Wow, Beuno. You really think I'm trust a dude who scared the hell outta me?"

Marissa tries to settle the argument. "Speaking of which, Mori, how the hell did you pin him?"

I shrug. "Luck?" I try. She shakes her head. "You're one of us. And you just proved it. Chase is the best fighter in the entire Demeter cabin."

My eyes narrow. "Cabin?"

Suddenly, Carrie yelps. I spin around to see the biggest dog I've ever seen.

Zena starts yelling. "Hellhound! Hide; Run!"

Chase and the others attack while we run.

I feel a cold blade on my neck and gasp. "Drop your weaponssss or the girl diessss,"

"Lower your weapons," Nate orders.

Chase and Dallas throw swords onto the pavement; Marissa does the same with her arrows. Zena is no where to be found.

The knife presses down harder on my throat and I can feel a small trickle of blood run down my neck.

Suddenly, my attacker cries out in pain and the knife is released from my neck. "DUCK!" I hear Zena yell.

Something I learned a long time ago: if someone yells duck, they're not talking about the animal. Therefore, you DUCK!

I can feel the arrow whiz over my head as I crouch to the ground. Scott rushes over and helps me up. "You okay?" I can hear the worry in his voice. In nod. "So," I say slowly. "Now what?"

A/N: Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. I was really short. But, that's only Chapter ONE!

There's more to come! Okay well R&R!

Byeeee

~The Ghost Princess