Περσευς. Phi, Epsilon, Rho, Sigma, Epsilon, Upsilon, Sigma. The day I met Percy Jackson, I swore I'd never forgive him for tearing me from my life. I didn't care how calm I felt looking in his eyes, I was pissed off. I mean, I had friends, family—well, not much, but still, I did have family and I wanted to stay. But he wouldn't have it. He brought up the end of the world, went into this huge lecture about a great prophecy and finding my father and soon I couldn't have stayed if I wanted to. I didn't know if he was acting but he looked just about ready to have a panic attack. What was I supposed to do? I didn't want him to pass out. So there I was, end of the day at my high school, just leaving the building to go check on my King Charles puppy, Mason, when out of nowhere, a dark figure blocked my path. My plans were on hold and Mason would have to wait. I looked at the sword in his hand fearfully and shocked. He was holding it as though people couldn't see it, dangling it from his fingertips so his hand would look normal had the sword not been there. I looked up and came face to face with a smirking black haired boy.

"What do you want?" I asked in my usual monotone with a hint of doubt. I could kind of tell that he thought people couldn't see the sword, and at the time I had no idea that most of the passersby really couldn't. My internal senses kicked in and I began analyzing him. I could read him like a book. He wasn't cocky, but brave. He was the hero type, good hearted. In his mind, he was worrying if his girlfriend would be jealous, though he was smiling to my face, obviously trying not to offend me. I have this gift. I have, pretty much, the power of knowing. I can read people or tell when they're lying or how they feel. I didn't like it and I always thought to myself that they would sense me digging around in their mind, but no one ever did. He was nervous, I could see it. Before I had time to explore further, I saw letters move across my eyes; Greek letters. They spelt his name.

"Percy," I said. He looked shocked, and I knew I had gotten it right. "Perseus," I repeated. I spelled it out in Greek letters and he looked at me strangely. "Eudoxia Aglaia Iyazuke," I said. I held out my hand and he shook it worriedly. "Spelling in Ancient Greek helps me remember people's names and important information. Even though I'm dyslexic I can read Greek pretty well."

"Uh, hi, I'm Percy," he paused. "Of course you already knew that." He was awkward. I raised my eyebrows.

"You, you're worried about your girlfriend," I said. "Don't be. And you never told me what you wanted."

"I, uh," he stopped. He was worried again, but this time, not about his girl.

"You're afraid to tell me," I said. "Spit it out." I was getting nervous. He was acting like someone in my family had died.

"I need you to come with me," he said.

"I don't know you," I said. "My mom always taught me not to follow strangers to places." I felt like a little kid saying it, but it was true, and I wasn't so sure I wanted to go with him.

"Yeah, you, uh, only have your mom right? No dad?" he asked. I felt like he'd slapped me. No one ever talked about my dad. But, at the same time I was angry with him, I was also eager to hear what he had to say.

"Yeah, how did you know?" I asked.

"Same with me," he said. "I know how it is. I'm a lot like you."

"What?" I asked. "You're nothing like me."

"Yes, I am. You have no father, I had no father, you don't fit in, I never fit in, you're a demigod, and I'm a demigod," he said. My eyes widened.

"I'm a what?" I asked doubtfully.

"De-mi-god," he said slowly like I was a kindergarten student. When I said nothing, he continued to explain. "A demigod is a half-god."

"Half-god, okay," I said. "Half-god, half-what else?"

"Human," he said simply.

"Yeah," I sneered. "Okay, sure. Hey, do you need a ride somewhere, like, uh, I don't know, the insane asylum on the edge of town?"

"Yeah, right. You know you're different. You can't tell me you don't see things. You can see my sword can't you?" he asked.

"Yeah, it's a sword, everyone can see that," I said.

"No, they can't. It's celestial bronze. It's invisible to humans. Only demigods and special humans can see through the mist," he said. As much as I felt he was playing with my mind, I couldn't move. I felt as though I had to stay and listen to his every word. He continued. "The mist is a cover for the gods and monsters. Most mortals can't see through it. If you're a demigod, you have one mortal parent and one god parent. As for me, my mom is Sally Jackson, a mortal living in new York."

"New York?" I asked. "Then why are you in Japan?"

"To find you," he said. "So anyway, my mom is Sally Jackson and my dad, my god parent, is Poseidon. Your father, Zeus, told me to come find you."

"Wait, wait, wait, and my father is Zeus? Have you fallen on your head?" I asked.

"No," he said. Then is eyes got wide. "A-are you saying you won't go with me? I mean, if you don't the—the end of the world and the prophecy and your dad. Oh, the end of the world! The prophecy!Seven half-bloods shall answer the call. To storm or fire, the world must fall. An oath to keep with a final breath and foes bear arms to the Doors of Death." Before I knew it, he was spouting out some stupid prophecy and freaking out. I swore he was going to pass out. I couldn't tell if he was acting or if he was seriously having a panic attack, but I wasn't about to take any chances. I gripped him by the shoulders.

"Calm down!" I yelled. He stared at me with wide eyes, and then began to calm down. "I'll go with you. But, I just have to get some things." He followed me to my house, despite how many times I told him to meet me at the school. I think he was afraid I was going to run in and lock him out. I let him come up to the door but then stopped cold. "Crap. What am I going to tell my mom?"

"Well, she should already know she had a kid with a god," he said. "At least I hope so." I just ran inside and slammed the door in his face. Despite that, he came in anyway. My mom stopped me just as I was leaving with my stuff.

"Where are you going?" she asked. I looked at her and decided not to lie.

"Camp Half-Blood," I said. With that I walked out.