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Warning: Watch out for horrible writing.

I was named after a hero; one that found his happily ever after millenniums ago. He got his girl, he was named a champion, and he went down as a legend never forgotten. He was lucky. Unlike me who had the worst luck in the entire universe. Sometimes I even wondered if a divine being had it in for me, which wouldn't have been too far-fetched considering how many I've managed to piss off.

I rubbed my eyes tiredly and gazed off into the horizon. The warm sun was beginning to set and a feeling of overwhelming sadness threatened to disrupt my calm façade. For some reason I felt like this would be the last day before something happened, something bad. Like the calm before the storm.

Stupid, right?

I snorted and looked down at my fidgeting hands. I probably was over reacting; the prophecy told yesterday was just riding on my nerves.

Yeah.

That was it.

My instincts were just acting up. A frown flitted across my face and a sigh escaped my pouty lips. That was the problem. My instincts were screaming of danger, and no matter what people said; they were never wrong.

The sun completely faded from view and now the gentle moon was beginning to rise. Its milky moonbeams made the swaying grass glow. I sat there and watched the night sky in the embracing silence. The stars were shining brightly and the waves swirled with their reflection; making the shadowed water a symphony of silver tears.

It wasn't until something vibrated in my pocket did I break from the contours of my mind.

I glanced down at my jeans, saw my right pocket shaking, and for a brief second wondered if an animal somehow slithered in. I didn't realize how stupid that sounded until I reached into my pocket and came in contact with the smooth stone. Shivers went down my spine.

I pulled it out gently and held it up to the moon. Its aquamarine surface radiated from the night's light and the smooth lines seemed to ripple as I moved it under the stars. I clenched it in my fist and for the second time I felt power surge through my hand.

This stone, I concluded, was absolutely beast.

It shook and warbled and light laughter escaped my mouth. It felt wonderful. A sense of familiarity enclosed around me and, for the first time since the dreadful prophecy had been told, I felt like me again. I wasn't the guy destined to end the world, or on the receiving end of the suspicious glares people kept sending me, I simply was. And a content sigh was breathed. I wanted to live in this beautiful moment for I knew it would end as swiftly as it came

OOooOO

The rising sun crept through my cabin's windows.

I snuggled deeper into my warm pillow, wrapping the thick blanket closer around me. A warmth as soothing as fire settled over my being and a feeling of contentment layered on top. It was, I figured, around seven in the morning and from the sounds emitting from outside, the campers were just beginning to wake up.

I frowned and buried my head deeper into my comfy cocoon. People just didn't understand the meaning of sleep. I mean geez, why wake up at seven on a Saturday? Waking up early was meant for the weekdays when school, work, and a sense of duty was above all else.

And hearing the hyper campers laughing, I literally had to fight the need to go out there and sock one in the face. I know, I know, I must sound violent. But I wasn't a morning person. It pained me to wake up, no, it was absolutely excruciating to. My bed was so warm, I was so comfortable, and it made me so reluctant to get up.

I sighed and closed my heavy eyes. Some drool escaped the corner of my mouth and I felt the pull of sweet sleep tug me back towards its motherly embrace.

It was just my luck that a piercing yell shook my cabin like a rag doll.

"WHERE IS IT?"

My eyes snapped open and, acting completely on instinct, I was up with riptide, standing in the doorway, striking a heroic pose meant to intimidate. What I saw though made my shoulders droop, my eyes to widen, and my mouth to drop in shock; making my menacing stance deflate like an old balloon.

The massive figure of my father was rising out of the angry waves. He was pulsing with a royal blue light that burned my eyes from the harshness of its glow. Salt water ran off him in torrents and seaweed was attached to his beard. I would've laughed outright at the sight of my father if he hadn't looked about ready to beat the shit of someone with a big stick. His eyes were practically glowing red and he had bits of spittle dripping from his mouth.

In all, he looked like a rapid dog with a bad case of PMS.

Apparently Chiron seemed to think so too. He came galloping out of the arena and stopped a few feet in front of the sea god. His horse half started shuffling nervously from the icy glare my father was giving him and I swear some nervous sweat ran down the curve of his neck. Not that I blamed him. I was Poseidon's son after all and even I wouldn't have approached the steaming god.

And that made me think.

What was my father doing here anyway?

I crept forward and joined the crowd of campers surrounding the two immortal beings. Some looked at me weirdly, probably from the rumbled pajamas I sported, and others stared at me in shock, due to the fact I was up before noon. I ignored them, choosing to watch the conflict instead.

I watched Chiron try to calm down my seething father. From where I was standing, I couldn't hear much, just bits and pieces of warped conversation. I heard something about 'life', and there was also the 'fate of the world', but I couldn't trust my hearing, since I also heard something about a 'talking lama'.

"Where is the stone Chiron!" My father demanded. Pulses of light still emitted from his flickering form and Chiron had to shield his eyes from the intense glow. "You know the dangers. If it lands in the wrong hands, we're all doomed."

"You don't think I know that? The fate of the world rests on that one itty bitty stone. It's kind of hard to forget." Chiron shot back. His patience was running thin and, for the first time, I saw Chiron for the true age he actually was.

"Don't take that tone with me. I'm your superior. It would be best if you knew your place." My father's voice rang harsh. It startled the birds in nearby trees and a few water nymphs scrambled back into the ocean. My eyes widened as Chiron hastily apologized. It felt like I was seeing my father in a whole new light. One that made his rough edges seems more prominent.

Wait.

Did he say, stone?

My eyes widened and my hand subconsciously wrapped around smooth stone in my pajama pocket. It shivered, I shivered, and I realized there was a good chance this was it. This was the stone my father was looking for.

I glanced back up at him; watching as he loomed over Chiron menacingly. Some spit lodged in my throat and my lungs felt constricting. Was I just being ridiculous? Over-reacting, panicking, and jumping to conclusions for no god damn reason?

But when my father wrapped his meaty hand around Chiron's pale throat, began squeezing it until his face turned purple, and carelessly took away my teacher's life without a second thought, I realized it didn't matter if the rock I held was the stone or not. It could save a life, and being a hero, it was my duty to make sure I performed this act with the best of my abilities.

"Is this it?"

And the entire world stopped.

Familiar sea green eyes looked my way.

Dozens of heads swiveled towards the sound of my voice.

The air was thick with tension.

I pulled out the stone, concealed it in the palm of my hand, and relished in the feeling of power as it flowed throughout my body and brought even my weakest of nerves alive. I breathed it in then stepped forward to hand it over like the father of a bride.

Campers moved to the side to make an aisle, their eyes wide and eyebrows twitching. Some were gaping, others glaring, and a few held looks of betrayal. It hurt to see and I wondered why. What was so important about this stone?

My father reached out to clasp my hand when I stopped in front of him. Chiron was long forgotten and he too was now watching from the sidelines. I felt the smooth stone slide from my fingers, the silky surface caressing my calloused skin. I shivered from the power leaving my body in a rush. I became a ragdoll in seconds; the only thing holding me up was my pride.

But it fled like a school girl when my father gave me that look too.

One of betrayal.

And one of scorn.

"Why'd you take it?" My father pleaded. His voice was laced with sorrow. My heart cracked at the sound. "Why did the stone come to you?"

Come to me?

Was I missing something?

"I found it in small sandbank near some weeds. It didn't come to me at all. Why—"

"Why did you take the stone of life?" My father interrupted. A red blush began creeping up his tanned neck.

"I didn't take it, I found it!" I defended. I didn't like where this was going. My father made it sound like I committed a crime; one so bad I deserved to go to Davey jones locker for the rest of eternity. It didn't make sense.

"Same thing! What I want to know was why it came to you!" And he spat out 'you' like it was the worst thing in the world. "The stone of life only goes to those who wish to abuse it. To people who have a desire to end the world, end the era of humans, and end the lives of those unkillable to mortals."

I found it ironic. The stone of life running towards those clouded with death. I think it was a little masochistic.

"Why can't you lock it up then? Protect it that way. It's stupid to leave it where people can find it."

This time I received a slap to the face. My cheek burned red, some tears pooled in my large eyes, and I watched my father grit his teeth like an angry mule.

"If you do that then you're condemning the right of free will."

"How?" I demanded back. I was pissed at the slap, and I want him to know it. Not that he seemed to care though.

"Because by taking away life, you're giving people no choice but death. One cannot exist without the other." His glare hardened. "Chaos would reign, the world as we know it would fall, and nothing, I repeat nothing would be left. The date of your death would be his signature."

I felt chastised, scorned, and left behind as others passed go to collect two hundred dollars. "Why would I do that? How could you think I would end the world I tried so hard to save?" Anger bubbled up inside of me.

"The prophecy."

I directed my glare to Rachael. "What?"

"The prophecy I told yesterday. It said one person would betray us." She elaborated.

"That someone was also supposed to end the world." Thalia piped up.

"I remember. Didn't it say something about the sea too?" Nico commented. Someone whispered in his ear, he nodded, then almost at once, their gazes were back on me.

Most were glares.

But a few swirled with sorrow; almost as if they were reluctant to believe I would so something like that. My eyes as wild as lightning slid over to look at my friends and I wondered: Did they believe it too?

"You guys believe me, right?"

A few looked down, others refused to look at me at all, and a handful opted to continue glaring. Some though, like Nico and Grover, gave me small smiles telling me I had their support. I gave a strained smile back.

One person though caught my attention. Annabeth. Her grey eyes gazed at me with sorrow swirling in their icy depths. Her pink lips were pressed into a hard line and her demeanor screamed guilt. It scared me to think she sided with my father. I felt panic creep along my insides.

"Annabeth, you got to believe me!" I pleaded. My eyes were watering; making them appear innocent and doe like. I could practically see her resolve weaken slightly at the force of desperation intertwined in my voice.

"Percy…" She sighed, then looked up at me with regret. "You took the stone. You should've known it was the life key. I even tutored you about it a few weeks ago. How could you forget?"

"You know me; I can barely stay awake during those lessons." I gave her a mega-watt grin that faded completely when she gave that look of hers. Oh no…

"I'm sorry Percy, but…"

"Annabeth!" I screamed her name; hurt.

"A child would've known that, Percy! What do you expect me to believe? You or your father; the god of the Sea!"

"I thought we were friends!"

"I thought so too! But I can't be friends with the enemy, Percy. I tried to do that with Luke and you saw where it got me."

"I'm different!"

"No. You're absolutely the same."

And then she walked away.

I didn't blame her either.

I gazed around at the people who were left, each one, sans two or three, gave me a glare and a sneer in return. Then they walked off too.

I was left utterly alone.

Crappy I know, but hey! 8th grader here. I don't have years of experience. But I do try my best, and I HOPE you at least semi like it. If you have any question just…leave them someplace where I can find them, alright?

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AND!...Remember the stone! Whatever you do, remember the freaking stone! GOT IT!