So. Told you I updated fast. It's only been a few hours. :)

Anyways, I forgot to do the disclaimer last chapter, so here it is.

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO. *cries tears of sadness*

Chance Johnson. Chance Johnson. Chance Johnson.

I wrote my name over and over again in the sand of the beach, watching as the waves came and swept it away. My name was the only thing I had left, the only thing I could remember about myself. Well, other than the girl. That's what I'd come to call her, the girl with the curly blonde hair and stormy gray eyes that haunted my dreams.

It was exactly one year today. Exactly one year since I'd woken up, right here on this beach, my past a total blank. A whole year of surviving on the streets and being chased by monsters that nobody else seemed to see. Monsters from Greek Mythology. They were real, and so were the Gods. I didn't know how I knew this. I just did.

I always had this odd feeling in the pit of my stomach, like there was something I was supposed to be doing, someone I had to find. But really, that was stupid. I didn't even know who I was supposed to be looking for, and even if I did, I would never find them, not in huge, bustling New York City.

A huge shadow fell over me.

I jumped up immediately, stiffening, getting ready to run into the ocean, away from whatever monster was waiting for me. I whirled around and around, but there was nobody there, other than a few mortals having a nice family picnic.

A pegasus touched down just a few feet away from me, two girls on its back. The mortals laughed and pointed to the winged horse, as if it was some sort of novelty item. The girls on its back obviously hadn't spotted me yet, because they were looking around the beach, their eyes squinted, as if searching for something.

I cursed quietly, then dove into the water, paddling away from the shore and into the deeper area. The girls didn't look like monsters. But then again, none of them did. The only place I was safe was in the water, as I had learned. It gave me power.

I submerged myself just barely, so that my head was underwater, but I could still clearly see the girls. They dismounted off of the pegasus, and the one with a face to rival a model's spoke. "Huh. I don't know about you, Hazel, but I don't see anyone."

The dark-skinned one, Hazel, frowned. "Well, Jason and Frank wouldn't lie, now would they? They said that there was a half-blood down here, at the beach."

"Maybe they were hallucinating," The model girl suggested. "They must have been pretty tired, coming back from their quest. Because I sure don't see anyone here."

"Maybe there was someone here, but then they left." Hazel said speculatively.

"Well, the point is, they're gone now." The model girl sighed. "We came all this way for nothing. What are we going to tell Chiron?"

"Let's stay for a bit, Piper." Hazel looked around, as if still expecting whoever they were looking for to pop out of nowhere. "Maybe they'll come back."

"Well, it is a pretty nice day...and we rarely get to get away from camp." Piper smiled tiredly. "Getting tired of all the sadness there."

"Definitely," Hazel agreed.

The two of them made like they were about to sit down, but just then, a lady who had been sitting among the mortals headed towards them. The lady was wearing a green shirt and snakeskin pants, her eyes a weird yellowish brown.

"Excuse me, girls." The lady said to them. "But this is a private beach."

Private? That was nonsense. I had been hanging around here for a year, and nobody ever told me that it was private.

"Oh!" Hazel hopped up. "I'm so sorry, ma'am. We'll be going immediately."

"No, no, it's okay." The lady laughed. "You can stay for a while. I hardly ever get visitors."

"Um," Piper shared a confused glance with Hazel. "So, we don't have to leave?"

"Oh, definitely not." The lady's voice was growing weird, almost turning into a hiss. "Stay as long as you want. Maybe even forever."

The word forever came out in a barely audible hiss. Piper and Hazel backed up, heading for their pegasus.

"Don't leave, my pretty heroes," The lady's eyes flashed brilliant yellow, her pupils turning into slits. "Stay here and play."

At this, Piper and Hazel whirled around, dashing madly for their winged horse. The lady laughed, a weird rattling noise, and then she wasn't a lady anymore. Her legs seemed to absorb her snakeskin pants, and her hair turned into dozens of tiny snakes, hissing atop her head. She threw a spear, and it barely missed the pegasus, who whinnied with fear and shot up, leaving Hazel and Piper behind.

Hazel turned around, cursing, pulling out a bronze sword that glinted in the sunlight. The mortals cheered and clapped. I wondered what was wrong with them. Piper barely spared them a glance, and then she was pulling out a dagger, its surface as shiny as a mirror.

"Dracaena." Both girls stared at the monster, waiting.

It laughed at them. "Piper McClean and Hazel Levesque. Part of the Prophecy of Seven and Heroes of Olympus. What a pleasure it will be to kill you."

"We'd like to see you try." Piper's voice was a growl.

"Oh, I'm sure it'll be easy. After all, you weren't the ones who defeated Gaea, now were you?" The dracaena smiled. "It was...oh, forgive my rudeness. He's dead."

At this, Piper roared with fury, and then she was charging the monster, which wasn't a smart idea, considering it had another spear and she only had a dagger. Hazel's eyes widened, but she had no choice but to charge as well. Their weapons clashed, but it was an uneven fight. It wasn't long before the dracaena had its spear at Piper's throat, her dagger buried in the sand.

"Katoptris," The monster sneered. "Useless. And you. Hazel. Drop your sword."

Keeping her eyes on Piper, Hazel let her sword fall into the sand.

"Good girl." The dracaena nodded approvingly. "And now for your obedience, I will make sure your deaths are quick and painless."

The monster pressed its spear point into Piper's throat. She gasped, blood trickling out. The mortals screamed and a few of them pulled out their cell phones, probably calling the police.

I had the oddest feeling of deja vu, like this had all happened before, like watching a evil monster press its weapon against a girl's throat was something I saw everyday. Somehow, though, I knew that Piper and Hazel were on the good side. The dracaena, not so much. And if I didn't do something soon, Piper would be dead.

Summoning my energy, I swirled the sea water up above my head, something that I had found out I could do a while ago. Hazel's jaw dropped in shock, watching the water swirl up. With a grunt, I released the massive wave, making an air bubble around Hazel and Piper. The wave smashed into the dracaena, and it screeched with fury, dropping its spear.

Quick as a flash, Hazel picked up her sword and slashed it across the dracaena's chest. It dissolved slowly, turning into sand that matched the color of the beach. "You'll all die," It hissed. "Every single one of you. Kronos and Gaea are rising again, together this time, and when they do, you will all be doomed."

On that cheery note, it vaporized. Hazel and Piper looked at each other for a second, then turned to me. I walked out of the ocean slowly, completely dry.

"So." Piper looked at me. "You must be the half-blood we're looking for."

"Child of Poseidon, it seems." Hazel noted.

"Did you do that thing with the water?"

I nodded. Hazel and Piper shared a meaningful look.

"Yeah. Definitely a Poseidon kid." Hazel said. "He looks just like..." she trailed off, her eyes tightening.

"Like somebody we used to know." Piper finished for her.

"There's another Poseidon kid?" This conversation didn't feel weird to me at all, and the words came of their own accord, as if I had known this information all along. For once, I was glad to meet some people like me. "So I have a sibling? A brother or a sister?"

"Neither." Piper coughed. "Forget it. You don't have a sibling."

"But you just said-"

"I said there's no other Poseidon kids!" Piper snapped, turning abruptly away, whistling for their pegasus.

"I'd keep quiet about this if I were you." Hazel said to me. She was looking at me oddly, a sort of sadness in her eyes. "When we bring you to camp, don't mention anything about other Poseidon kids. Seriously. They'll rip your head off and stick it on a post."

"Why?"

"Let's just say..." Hazel sighed. "It's not something we talk about anymore. There was a tragic death...and we're pretty much working hard to pretend that it never happened."

"Did a Poseidon kid die?"

"Yeah." Hazel laughed shortly. "But he wasn't just a Poseidon kid."

We were quiet for a moment, watching their pegasus soar down from the sky.

"Your awfully calm about this." Hazel turned to me. "Most kids would be freaking out right now."

I shrugged. "I don't know. I just feel like I know all this stuff already. The Greek Gods, right? They're real?"

Hazel looked surprised. "Yeah. How did you find out?"

I frowned. "I just sort of knew all along."

Hazel turned away from me. "That's weird. And also...you're a little old to not be at Camp Half-Blood, after Per-uh, after he made the Gods promise to claim their children by twelve. What your name, and what have you been doing all these years?"

"Chance Johnson." I sighed. "And I don't remember. I woke up on this beach a year ago, my memory a complete blank. The only thing I remembered was my name."

"Weird."

"Yeah."

"Guys!" Piper called to us. "C'mon!"

We headed over to her, the pegasus watching me speculatively.

Sirens wailed in the distance.

"Let's get going already." Piper mounted the pegasus. "Before the police get here."

Was this chapter too short? I don't know. Should I write longer chapters or is this good? Review and tell me :)

The more reviews I get, the faster I'll update!

ReviewReviewReviewReview and I'll give you cookies!

No. The cookies are mine. But still. PLEASE REVIEW. Seriously.

~BurningAngel