A/N: This is kind of my first piece of writing so go easy on me please. I'm new at this so if have any feed back please tell me.

The weight that was on top of me was gone. The dog disappeared. I looked around me. I was sure that it just jumped off and that it did not vanished into thin air. When I looked up and noticed the person who had helped me. He had his back turned at me. When he turned around, I was finally able to see what he looked like. He looked like a skater boy. He had black hair, you know, the really attractive style that kinda swooped over his sea green eyes. Dude, they were beautiful. He was in shape, which I admit, was pretty impressive. He was slightly older that me, about 17 years old. He had on a light blue t-shirt with a thin navy blue zip up jacket, jeans, and black high top converses. He was holding something in his hand. I looked to see what it was. It was a bronze sword. How did he get that? I have to tell you that he was pretty attractive. He came over and helped me up.

"Are you alright, Samantha?" He asked in a care free way. It seemed that he was not bothered by the sight of that dog just vanishing into thin air.

"All right?" I yelled, "All right?"

Another fact you should know about me is that when I get scared or nervous I also get really sarcastic.

"Yes, I'm perfectly fine. I mean, I'm totally used to huge black dogs attacking me and then a mysterious dude coming and killing it and then it vanishes into thin air. There is nothing wrong with that at all."

"Good. I thought you would have trouble adjusting to this fact. Nice to know you're fine with it. Come on then. We have a long trip ahead of us."

"Hold up. A long trip ahead of us. What do you mean us? What makes you think I'm going anywhere with you? I don't know anything about you or even who you are for that matter. And what do you mean by adjusting to the fact? Where are 'we' going? Who are you? And what was that thing?"

"One: Me and you. Two: You want to stay out of trouble right? Three: You'll see. Four: Half-Blood Hill, Long Island, New York. Five: Percy. Percy Jackson. Six: Hell hound."

"Why do I have to go with you, huh? Wait a minute, how do you even know my name? And I have to go give this to my mother. See you never wacko." I turned and walked down the alley towards my house. I turned around to see if he was following me. Odd enough as this was already, he disappeared too.