I've started a series of fanfictions where I post drabbles of blossoming ideas from various fandoms each month, a "chapter" for that fandom a day.

January was Sherlock, February was Doctor Who, March was Twilight, April was Night World and this month is Percy Jackson. Next month's is up in the air but I do plan to alternate between fandoms each month. Which fandom is for me to know and you to find out.

I'll attempt to post every day and if I don't you'll get the number of chapters for the number of days I'm absent. Suggestions or ideas for this particular fandom are welcome (because writer's block will probably be the reason for my absence) in reviews or PMs.

I know you should have four, but I just wrote 10 for Night World and I'm wiped out. I'm just posting this one to give you a taste. I will catch up, hopefully, by tomorrow.

May: 31 drabbles that have anything and everything to do with anything and everything Percy Jackson. I'll leave you to your own imaginations afterward.

They can be AU, OOC (but I don't particularly like OOC, so you won't see it often or at all), AH etc., etc., can feature any of the characters at any one time or an OC, may vary in length from a sentence to a paragraph to a page to pages. Themes may range from sweet to fairly dark and everywhere in between.

Hope you enjoy!

#01 | Tricks

"Percy and Annabeth will take good care of you." Chiron assured the nervous new half-blood all the way from London. He smiled warmly and encouragingly before trotting off toward what they apparently called the Big House. A name that was said when she'd first arrived with her assigned satyr.

Kirsty, who was older than most of the half-bloods that arrived at camp, fifteen, turned toward Percy, a handsome young man with jet-black hair and wonderful sea-green eyes, and Annabetth, a girl who looked the same age as Percy with striking blonde hair and amazing stormy grey eyes. Her stomach was in knots and her heart beat wildly but she forced herself to smile and stay calm. Or at least appear calm.

"It's nice to meet you, Kirsty." Percy said.

"Follow us and we'll show you around." Annabeth continued with a warm smile over her own.

Nervously gripping her things she walked up next to Percy and Annabeth, not missing the fact that they took hold of each other's hands, and they began the tour of camp.

"That over there is the volleyball court," Percy pointed to their left.

"And those are the children of Ares." Annabeth added. They slowed their walk to let Kirsty get a good look. "Duck." Annabeth said suddenly just as one of the Ares kids hit the volleyball over in their direction as a terrifying speed. Thankfully, Percy put a hand on Kirsty's shoulder and pushed her toward the ground as both he and Annabeth ducked. The volleyball whistled harmlessly over their heads. The two weathered half-bloods stood up and started on while Kirsty hesitantly followed, taking a moment to catch her breath, her heart beating more wildly than before.

"That's where we do arts and crafts." Annabeth pointed out as they passed. Kirsty peered inside as they walked on, seeing some kids painting others drawing and others sculpting. But they weren't ordinary things. They were… Greek mythology things. It made Kirsty want to laugh hysterically but she didn't want Percy and Annabeth to think she wasn't handling this, so she swallowed her laughs and kept following the two.

Next was the canoe lake and then the amphitheater. After they showed her the climbing wall. The scary climbing wall the shook and rumbled and spouted lava and fire. Kirsty really hoped that she wasn't going anywhere near that thing. This thought was strengthened when, as they were passing, Percy held up his hand while saying, "Hold." stopping her just as a spout of lava shot straight out of the wall and past them for a few seconds before it stopped and the leftover hit the ground before cooling off and hardening into black rocks. Percy and Annabeth continued on like it was nothing while Kirsty cautiously stepped over the trail of rock and scurried to catch up to the couple.

They showed her the mess hall and then the cabins. The place she had been dying to see. As they entered the little are, Annabeth and Percy did a curious thing, placing Kirsty in between them. It made her nervous, but her excitement for seeing the cabins was a tad bit more powerful.

Annabeth pointed out all of them as they passed, starting from Zeus and working her way around the boxed in little area. Half-bloods were swarming on the outside and inside of the cabins, running across the space to another cabin or as a shortcut to another place in camp.

"Zeus has a daughter, Thalia. She's a good friend of Percy and I." Annabeth explained. "But she joined the Hunters of Artemis—"

"That cabin, right there." Percy pointed right before putting a hand on Kristy's shoulder and pushing her down, himself and Annabeth also sinking lower to the ground, as something zipped over their heads.

"So she doesn't reside there currently." Annabeth continued like nothing had happened, straightening up. "But she does visit sometimes and that's where she stays while the rest of the Hunters stay in Artemis's cabin."

"Then there's Hera's." Percy said. "No one lives there ever. It's more just a dedication, really." Suddenly he slapped his wristwatch and a shield spiraled out. Kirsty watched, wide-eyed, as he held it up just as something clanged against it, not even looking away from Kirsty the whole time. He then retracted the shield and they continued on, once again, like nothing had just happened. "That's my cabin, over there. Poseidon, god of the sea." Percy pointed.

"It's such a mess in there. The only time it's clean is when Tyson, Percy's half-brother who's also a Cyclops comes to visit." Annabeth put in.

Percy glared at her playfully.

"And there's my cabin," Annabeth pointed to the opposite side, ignoring Percy. "Athena. Goddess of wisdom and battle strategy."

"Mostly filled with scrolls, battle plans, weapons." Percy added. "Do you even sleep?" He asked her jokingly.

Annabeth rolled her eyes, suddenly grabbing her dagger and deflecting an arrow that had been directed at her head before sheathing her dagger again.

"Yes," she replied.

Had they gotten so used to living here that protecting themselves from the onslaught of this madness had become second nature? Almost automatic? Would Kirsty ever be able to do so?

They continued to explain the rest of the cabins, dodging and weaving through all the chaos that was going on all the while. Kirsty was grateful when they finally left to finish the rest of the tour of camp.

All right, so there it is for you, the beginning of 31 days of Percy Jackson. Hope you enjoyed!

Thank you for everything,
TheBrightestNight