We are back for Chapter Two. Thanks so much for all of the reviews and everyone who gave me their guess for the occupations. I am now writing this author's note for the second time as my internet decided to bail on me right before I saved this and thus I lost everything. Yeah, thanks so much for that. Note the sarcasm. Anyway, onto the news.

First off, I am terribly sorry for not stating this in the first chapter, but it seemed like many of you picked up on it anyway. This story will be completely written in THIRD PERSON, so there will not be any point of views from any of the characters. This is different then all of my other stories and I hope it will help make this one unique.

Secondly, I am sad to say that the challenge is over. I figured out that it was actually pretty easy by the sixth review. Therefore I'm going to change up the rules a little bit. I have now ended the challenge and I will not accept any further entries. There will be no exceptions other than the couple of people who have been away and have not yet gotten the chance to read this story (you know who you are).

Let's move onto the winner. The winner of my challenge is (drum roll please): JazzApples. She was the first person to correctly match each occupation with its correct character. Congrats to her. This story is now dedicated to you. As winner of this challenge, JazzApples will now receive sneak peeks into every chapter from here on out before it is released. I will also somehow formally dedicate the story to her, although I am not quite sure how yet. Again congratulations and you can expect a PM from me sometime this week.

Also, since we happened to have multiple winners, I've decided to reward them for their smarts and for correctly guessing the occupations. The following people in the next paragraph will each have their own chapter dedicated to them as well as a sneak peek into their dedicated chapter.

Without further ado, the remaining winners are: RoyalGreyFeather, AugustSummer, ClaraoftheSea, Marionette of Ancient Relics, GetLostInTheMusic and Tajee165. If you see your name here, could you please send me a PM confirming and I will be sure to let you know which chapter will be dedicated to you.

Wow, this is a very long Author's Note, so let's wrap this up. We join back up with Percy here after his conversation with Chiron.

Enjoy Chapter Two of The Ten.

Disclaimer: Rick Riordan wouldn't dedicate one of his stories to a Fanfictioner, would he?

II: SEEKING OUT THE PRINCESS OF LIGHTNING

Percy was struggling. Every time he typed "princess of lightning" into the search bar of Google, he would get results about lightning or princesses, but nothing connecting the two.

On the bright side of things, he read an amazing story on the internet called The Princess and the Peasant. Percy had to give the author props for distracting him for such a long period of time.

Percy could also probably tell you everything about lightning strikes now. Anything from what they look like to where they struck to how many deaths they cause per year Percy knew. Not that he really wanted to, but nevertheless Percy was now gifted in the art of lightning strikes.

Percy sighed. This was getting nowhere. He erased the search bar. How to google something, he typed.

"Really, Perce?"

Percy turned around to find his mother standing in the doorway.

"What?" He responded.

"Did you really type 'How to google something' into Google?"

Percy looked back at his screen. Wow, that really made him look like an idiot, didn't it?

"No, that's not what I meant," he told his mom. "I'm trying to search for something specific, but I'm not getting anywhere. Do you know how to do that?"

Sally Jackson looked at her son.

"I'm not quite getting what you're asking," she said to him.

"Ok." Percy quickly cleared the search bar and retyped princess of lightning. "So, when I search for the princess of lightning, it always gives me information about princesses or lightning, but that's not what I'm looking for."

"Why are you looking for things about princesses in the first place? That's not really your thing, Perce."

Percy froze. He hadn't told his mother about any of this yet.

"Uh, one of my friends told me to look it up. Said it would be something I would enjoy. I don't really believe him though."

Sally looked at her son unconvincingly. "Well, if you want to search for 'princess of lighting' just like that, put quotes around it. That'll tell Google you want to search specifically for that."

"Ok, thanks mom."

"No problem Percy." Sally began to walk out the door, but then she remembered why she had come to her son's room in the first place. "Oh, and dinner is going to be ready in ten minutes. Well, probably five now."

"Ok, thanks mom."

Sally noticed that was the second time her son had said that phrase in the past twenty seconds, so she wondered if he had heard her at all. Sally shrugged. The smell of food would eventually drag him down to the kitchen.

Percy had, in fact, heard his mother. He was just too busy looking at the new results that had popped up on his screen.

Percy clicked on the first website, a Wikipedia page on some girl.

Percy read the first two sentences.

Princess Thalia Grace is the great-granddaughter of Queen Elizabeth II of the United Kingdom. She is commonly known as the princess of lighting.

Percy gulped and quickly went back to look at the other webpages. Each one produced the same result. There were no other webpages about a princess of lightning. There were other news articles, but they would just be about the princess participating in various archery tournaments.

"Percy!" He heard his mom yell. "Are you going to come eat or not?"

"Yeah mom!" He yelled back. "I'll be right there."

Percy took one last quick look at his laptop screen before closing it.

He really hoped Chiron came through with the money problem. He would need it.

He was heading to London, after all.

Please head back to your seats. We are about to start our descent into Heathrow.

Percy took one last glance at his laptop before turning it off and stowing it in his backpack. He took a look out the window, but truthfully he couldn't see much. Nighttime was approaching London.

Percy took a look at his watch, which read 8:32 PM, and sighed. He had a lot to do tonight. Percy had already confirmed his tour of Buckingham Palace the following morning, but he knew he should double-check when he got to his hotel.

The plane landed with only a couple of bumps and soon Percy was making his way through the terminal. As he made his way towards the car rental he passed baggage claim, which was crowded with tourists waiting for their bag. Percy was glad he took Chiron's advice and only packed using a backpack. Stopping to wait for his suitcase would just slow him down. He was on a tight schedule after all.

Percy snaked his way through the crowd and eventually made it to the car rental area. He checked his wallet to make sure the credit card from Chiron was still there before continuing.

The golden credit card had come in the mail a couple days ago, all ready for use. The sixteen digit number was clearly labeled and Perseus Jackson gleamed at the bottom of the card. Chiron had also sent a note in which he told Percy to ignore the possibility of maxing out the card. That would be taken care of for him.

Percy got his keys to his rental car and headed out to the parking garage located outside the airport. He unlocked his car, a new white BMW 328i, and without thinking took a seat in the driver's seat. Still fumbling with the keys, he managed to place his backpack in the seat next to him. Percy finally got ahold of the keys and he looked up where he found no steering wheel. His feet felt no pedals either.

Percy then took a look to his right, waited a second, and then, as any American would do, opened the door and walked over to the other side, the right side of the car.

Percy opened the actual driver's side door and quickly got in, moving his backpack to the opposite side as he did so.

Luckily the BMW he chose wasn't a manual. Percy didn't think he would be able to drive stick having the stick shift on his left rather than his right. He started the car and pulled slowly out of the garage.

It was a good thing Percy had the experience with getting in the wrong side of the car. It reminded him that they drove on the left side of the road here in the UK. Good thing too, because Percy almost caused an accident and that was driving on the left side of the road.

Percy soon made it to his hotel, a simple, wood cabin look-a-like. It was pretty small, only ten or so rooms, but it fitted Percy well. He wasn't trying to make a big name of himself here anyway.

As Percy made his way into the lobby, he saw that the tree theme was held consistent. The tables in the lobby were actually large stumps and the seats were made out of a light-colored wood. The receptionist desk looked just like a fallen tree with the bark on the outside, but it was cut in half hot dog style and polished nice and clean until it shined.

Percy got the key to his room and he placed his backpack down on his bed before deciding on heading for a late-night swim at the pool, which was sure to relax him.

An hour later he returned to his room. Percy got a quick shower before hitting the sheets. He had a big day coming up after all.

Percy woke with the sun and quickly made his way down to the restaurant to have breakfast. Three scoops of scrambled eggs, one blueberry waffle and eight strips of bacon later Percy was ready to take on the day.

Percy headed back to his room and got dressed, making sure not to wear anything too American. If he was going to speak with the princess, he probably shouldn't boast that he was American.

Percy grabbed his backpack and made his way back out to his car. Making sure to get in the correct side, Percy tossed his backpack into the passenger seat. He checked behind him and then to both sides before backing out of his spot. Percy had talked to the receptionist and she had suggested driving to a parking garage before hopping on the public buses to take to the palace. She had also said that the parking around the palace was horrible, so it probably would be quicker to take the bus anyway.

Percy managed to find a parking garage on Oxford Street, which actually wasn't too far from the palace. Percy paid the £25 parking ticket, which Percy thought was outrageous. He was only spending a few hours in the parking lot at most.

Percy hopped on one of London's famous double-decker buses, obviously heading to the top level to get a good look of London. Percy followed the street signs as they passed along the Mall. Within the minute Percy could see Buckingham Palace gleaming directly in front of him.

Percy could see thousands of people were standing in front of the palace by the Victoria Memorial, a sculpture dedicated to their longest reigning monarch, Queen Victoria. Its marble base looked very solid and it towered above many of the people craning their necks trying to see the statue at the top.

The bronze statue of Queen Victoria on the top gleamed from a distance like it was made of gold. There were smaller bronze statues underneath the queen, but Percy couldn't tell what they were at his distance.

Percy got off the double-decker at the entrance to the palace and stopped to marvel in its iconic beauty before following the crowd to the tour entrance.

Percy had to wait around an hour before he got into a tour, but when he was allowed through he couldn't help but be awed by the interior beauty.

"Buckingham Palace measures 108 by 120 meters," the tour guide was saying, "and it contains more than 77,000 meters squared of floor space. That's over 830,000 square feet for you Americans."

That got a short laugh out of the crowd, but Percy wasn't entertained. Apparently he got stuck with an anti-American tour group.

"We are now moving into the Picture Gallery. Please enjoy works from several of the world's renowned painters, including Rembrandt, van Dyck, Rubens, and Vermeer."

Percy wasn't really one for ancient art, but he had heard of Rembrandt and Vermeer. They were pretty famous names. Now, Percy couldn't have told you their first names, but most artists are known by their last names anyway.

While most of the other tourists were staring at the various pictures from the famous artists, Percy wandered over to one in particular, a picture of what looked to be a princess.

The girl in the picture looked to be around fifteen or sixteen years old. Her black hair was let down so it reached her shoulders and her electric blue eyes were staring intently towards the viewer, as if challenging them to a battle.

She was wearing a pale green dress and she was sitting in front of what looked to be a pine tree. The pine tree seemed to have something etched into the wood, but it was hard to make out. The sky behind her was clear with only the occasional cloud. A hint of a smile played on her lips, but overall her complexion was very serious.

Her hands were crossed in her lap, her left hand holding a bow and her right holding a single arrow. The girl was obviously an archer.

Percy wouldn't have called her beautiful, but the girl definitely had an air of attractiveness to her.

"That's Princess Thalia Grace," a voice said from behind him. Percy turned to find the tour guide standing behind him. "She's known as the princess of lighting. She was actually the one to engrave the lightning bolt in the tree behind her when she was twelve."

Percy turned back to the painting, the lightning bolt now discernable in the tree. He turned back to the tour guide.

"Any chance we could meet her?" He asked.

"It's highly unlikely," the tour guide responded. "But we have seen her here before, so it is always possible."

Percy turned back to the painting, hoping that today was one of the times she decided to hang in the palace.

The tour guide called out that they were supposed to keep moving, so Percy took one last look at the princess before heading off to follow the group.

"Right now we're walking through the Green Drawing Room, which serves as a huge anteroom to the Throne Room, which we'll be visiting next."

Percy perked up at the words Throne Room and made his way towards the front of the group. He might only get one chance to talk with the princess. He had to make it count.

Their group walked into the Throne Room just as another walked out. Percy looked around and saw that several people had stayed behind from the other group, but they all looked like they were workers. As Percy scanned the room he found that no one was dressed elegantly. In fact, other than the tour group, it looked like everyone else in the room was male.

Percy sighed. It looked like he'd be here in London for a while. It would be his luck that he wouldn't spot the princess.

Percy sighed once more before walking sullenly through the rest of the tour. He hopped back on a double-decker and headed back to the parking garage.

Twang, thump.

"Another bulls-eye. It looks like you're ready for the championships, my lady."

A/N:

So, what did you think? Percy hasn't found Thalia yet, but she's sure to make an appearance next chapter.

Since the above author's note was so long, I'll try to be brief here.

A new chapter of The Prince, The Girl and The World will be up later today if you haven't seen it yet. The next chapter of Scars and Recognition will also be up on Thursday, so check for that when you get the chance.

I hope you guys liked my TPATP reference. It was intended to give you a short laugh at the beginning of the chapter. If you don't know what I'm talking about, head over to my profile and check the 'Trivia' section.

Next chapter of The Ten will be out next week. Just like I said last chapter, I am currently unsure of when, but stay tuned on my Twitter updates and the answer will be resolved for you.

Onto the Question of the Chapter: Would you rather have to face Percy Jackson or Luke Castellan in battle?

Whew, toughie here. I'd prefer neither, but since I have to give you an answer I'd say Luke, maybe. Yeah, Luke. Percy's too good for his age and Luke might be out of his prime? I don't know. Give me your input and I'll try to give you an answer. How about this, Percy if we're battling in the Sahara Desert. Luke any other time. Good enough?

Now, make sure you review!

Thanks!

-PSON