Hey guys. So this is a new thing I'm trying. It popped in my head and I'm just kinda going with it. Comment and let me know what you think about it so far and where this should go. Also this is an OC. Translations will be on the bottom. Sorry if my Spanish is a little off. I know it but not a whole lot so I'm also using Google Translate and it kind of sucks. Don't worry this will be the only chapter with this much Spanish.

Disclaimer: I- sadly- do not own Percy Jackson, Heroes of Olympus, or any of the characters other then the one I created.

I leaned over the fountain to look at my reflection. My curly, dirty blonde hair stuck up in all directions as if it hadn't been washed in a week- which it hadn't. I reached in the fountain and got my hands wet and attempted to pat down my hair. It kind of worked. I then splashed water on my face to try and rub the dirt off. The dirt slowly came off revealing my splash of freckles. I looked up to find a couple of people staring at me weirdly. I really needed to find a more isolated fountain to wash off at.

I slung my quiver over my shoulder and walked off to scavenge some food. I walked behind a pizza restaurant and started digging through the dumpster. Disgusting, I know, but I didn't have much of a choice. I usually get some leftovers that aren't good to sell anymore from the local market but it was Tuesday and the guy who gives them to me wasn't working today so I was left to fend for myself.

I managed to find a bag of unopened chips some ungrateful person had thrown away. Oh well, them throwing it away helped me. I walked back over to the fountain and started eating my lunch for the day. I had learned to live off of small amounts of food. Once I finished I took of my quiver and started taking inventory. One bow, six arrows, and a double edged sword. I frowned, I would have to steal some more arrows soon, I was almost out.

I had stolen my bow many years ago from a sporting goods store that was going out of business. I also stole some arrows but those went quick. I try to reuse my arrows as much as possible but eventually they break so I'm forced to steal them slowly from different stores so no one catches me. I had found my sword years ago when I had run underground trying to get away from a monster. One side was silver and the other was some kind of bronze. It was a good sword but I preferred to use my bow.

I sat on the fountain watching the people walk by. This was how I usually passed the time. It also made my people reading skills better. I'm usually able to tell if someone is lying right away. I watched as an old guy stood up on his cane and hobbled across the street. It was just a normal day of locals walking around and doing errands and tourists snapping pictures of every corner. Then I heard something a little out of the ordinary.

"'Ve a buscar un poco de metal' los dicen. 'Arreglar esto', los dicen."

Spanish. That was a language I usually didn't hear. I still knew it by heart though. I looked over to try and figure out where it was coming from. My eyes finally rested on a short boy with curly black hair and pointed features.

"Ellos no se preocupan por mí. Apenas me habla," he mumbled to himself. "Es sólo, 'Leo solucionar este problema.' 'Leo hacer eso.' No dormir durante una semana, no se dan cuenta? No. Morir de hambre a mí mismo y trabajar día y noche, qué les importa? No. Ni siquiera consigo un gracias."

I eyed the boy as he walked down the street playing with what looked like some machine parts. He looked about my age. I furrowed my brow. It was strange to see a hispanic here, especially one so young walking by himself. I shrugged it off, I had more important things to worry about, like what I was going to eat for dinner or when I was going to be able to take another shower. I was starting to smell.

I usually become friends with a nice person who's parents aren't going to be home for a while and ask them if I could use their shower. I never really stayed around with them for a while. Lately my longest friendship was about 3 weeks. I never dared to go more than that. I had learned years ago what can happen when you stick in one place for too long. I'm almost always on the move and I was starting to worry that I would eventually run out of people's showers to use and would have to start repeating.

I looked down at my clothes. My jeans were torn in so many different places they were starting to look like shorts. My shirt had holes too but not as many and was covered in dirt. I think it used to have a saying on it but it wasn't legible anymore. I couldn't remember the last time I changed my clothes. I was going to have to shoplift some clothes soon too. Or maybe I could just find some in someone's trash...

I walked over to a nearby neighborhood and started searching through the trashcans. Eventually I found a a bag of old clothes that had been thrown out. I opened the bag and had only found a shirt that should fit nicely when a woman came out of the back door and started screaming at me. She grabbed a broom and started waving it madly threatening to call the police. Oh, no, not the police, not again. I quickly stuffed the shirt in my quiver and ran back to my designated fountain.

I pulled out the shirt and finally got a good look at it. It was orange with some kind of horse on it. Ugly, but it would have to do. Beggars can't be Choosers.

I was putting the shirt back in my quiver when I heard someone talking in Spanish again. I looked up to see the same latino boy from earlier, still mumbling to himself angrily. Man, that kid had some issues he needed to work out.

Suddenly everything got a little darker. I looked up to see a giant, black figure flying across the sky. My mouth fell open, I had never seen anything this big before. I watched as it seemed to be flying down straight to the boy. I looked to see if he was paying attention but he was still fiddling with some parts. This monster was going to kill him and he wasn't going to even notice. I had to do something.

I quickly got up and ran to the boy. "Cuidado!" I yelled lunging at him and tackling him to the ground. The black figure flew right where the boy was standing and flew past.

The boy grunted. "¡Oye! ¿Para que era eso?" He yelled angrily at me.

My mouth fell open. I couldn't believe he was yelling at me. "Lo estaba guardando su vida!"

He looked at me with an expression mixed with confusion and anger. "¿De qué?"

There was a loud thud next to us and the ground shook. I looked up to see the winged creature staring down at us. "A partir de ese."

I pulled out my bow and and arrow. I remembered I didn't have many arrows left, every shot would have to count. Next to me the boy pulled out a three pound hammer. Seriously, a hammer? What was that supposed to do?

"Espera, voy a llamar a mis amigos en busca de ayuda," He said pulling some kind of machine out of his yellow tool belt. Oh, so he's not alone. And he could see the monster, he was like me. The boy pressed a button on the small machine and started to talk, "Hey guys, I need some help here."

I stared at him incredulously. "You speak English?"

He looked back at me puzzled, "You speak English?"

"Yes, of course I speak English! I only spoke Spanish because I heard you speaking it earlier!" I shouted at him.

"When did you hear me speaking Spanish?" he asked very confused.

"Earlier you were walking by yourself mumbling angrily- whatever that dosen't matter! We have a bigger problem right now!" I shouted pointing to the monster that was staring at us confused.

"Right. Let's deal with him first," he said readying his hammer. He then proceeded to yell loudly and charge the monster with his tiny hammer.

"What the hell do you plan on doing with that?" I shouted incredulously at him. He was going to achieve nothing with that hammer. The monster veered it's head back and then lunged forward snapping at him with its beak like mouth. The boy managed to jump to the side just in time, barely missing it's mouth. I rolled my eyes at him and brought my bow up to shoot. I aimed for the eye but the arrow was bent and it missed and hit the beak, bouncing off harmlessly. Meanwhile, the boy was playing tag with it and was just barely escaping it every time. "When are your friends getting here?" I shouted to him.

"Hopefully soon!" he yelled back dodging a clawed foot. As if on cue I saw a streak of black and tan. The streak came to a halt in front of me and revealed a horse. A young girl with curly hair wielding a long sword stayed on top of the horse while an older, Asian boy holding a bow disembarked from it. I stared open mouthed at the scene. Never in my life had I ever seen something move so fast let alone a horse.

The Asian boy knocked an arrow and it sunk into the monsters skin but it didn't seem to do much damage. The young girl ran around on her horse slashing at the monster while the latino fruitlessly banged it's toe with his hammer. He is so useless. Me and the second boy continued to let arrows fly. I finally got one in the monsters eye and it yelled in pain. Next to me the boy smiled at the shot. It seemed to take him a minute to notice that that wasn't his arrow. He whirled his head around and saw me holding the bow. I smiled at him the shot another arrow. He gave me a quizzical look but shrugged it off and continued shooting at the monster.

I felt in my quiver for another bow, nothing. I groaned. I was all out of arrows. I upsettingly grabbed my sword and ran towards the monster. The girl on the horse seemed to be doing a good job at hitting the monster, the boy on the other hand... not so much. The winged thing slashed at me with it's claw and I ducked underneath then came up and slashed it with my sword. It howled and and flapped his wings angrily. There was no way the four of us were going to defeat this thing.

Then out of the corner of my eye I noticed two more teenagers run up. One was a girl with blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail and the other was a boy with messy, black hair. The girl quickly assessed the scene the pulled out a small dagger and started to fight. The boy stared at the monster with his bright, sea green eyes. He gripped his sword and started slashing at its wings. Together we finally started to do dome damage to the monster. The new pair were amazing fighters and I couldn't help but stare in awe. They worked even better together. They seemed to move together, their attacks in sync. I marveled at how well they were doing at taking down the monster.

I charged at it but I was starting to get tired and slow down. The monsters figure was gigantic and blocked the sun. Soon it was like I was fighting at night and it didn't help that the creature was pitch black. My strikes were starting to get sluggish. I seemed to work worse without the sun. I always knew that I fought better in the sun light, I never knew why though.

I jumped over a claw and stabbed it's leg. Another arm swung at me and I managed to just barely miss it. The arm swung back around and this time I wasn't so lucky. The clawed hand hit me and flung me back into the ground. I hit the ground with a jolt and skidded along scrapping myself up pretty badly. I finally stopped when my head hit a rock. My head pounded and I felt everything around me going black. I struggled to keep my eyes open but the felt too heavy. I tried to get up but my legs felt like lead and my head swirled. I laid back down struggling to stay conscious. I looked over to see them all still fighting the monster. They were doing well too, the monster seemed to be almost done. I watched as my vision went fuzzy and the whole world turned to black.

'Ve a buscar un poco de metal' los dicen. 'Arreglar esto' los dicen = 'Go get some metal' they say. 'Fix this' they say.

Ellos no se preocupan por mí. Apenas me habla. = They don't care about me. They barely even talk to me.

Es sólo, 'Leo solucionar este problema ". 'Leo hacer eso'. = It's just, 'Leo fix this'. 'Leo do that'.

No dormir durante una semana, no se dan cuenta? No. morir de hambre a mí mismo y trabajar día y noche, qué les importa? No. Ni siquiera consigo un gracias. = I don't sleep for a week, do they notice? No. I starve myself and work day and night, do they care? No. I don't even get a thank you.

Cuidado! = Careful!

¡Oye! ¿Para que era eso? = Hey! What was that for?

Lo estaba guardando su vida! = I was saving your life!

¿De qué? = From what?

A partir de ese. = From that.

Espera, voy a llamar a mis amigos en busca de ayuda. = Hold on, I'll call my friends for help.