A/N:I know my chapters are pretty short, I'll try to make them longer though… please review and I'll try to make this interesting… its an idea I had ever since I read LOTR but adapted it to Percy Jackson.
The first thing I noticed was a familiar sight- the back of the Minotaur, leaving the street, away from us. My heart raced and I charged after it, Riptide gleaming in my hand. It never knew what hit him as it disintegrated into dust. Then I remembered the cry I had heard earlier and ran back to Grover, who was kneeling over the body of a girl. I pushed him aside, taking in her injuries. It seemed, from the drink cans littered around the floor, that those were her only defence and her injuries were life threatening. She had passed out. I sensed Grover tapping my shoulder, but retorted, "Not now, pal. We have to take her to the hospital."
"No! Listen, Percy. Use your brain awhile, okay?! This girl is a half-blood!"
I just stared at him blankly, so he repeated, "She's a half-blood. Demigod. Cousin. Or maybe even… Sister."
"Okay! I got the point, so we rush our butts to camp, right?"
We rushed our butts to camp. I wasn't expecting Mr. D to give an enthusiastic response, but he actually looked genuinely concerned, called me Percy Jackson and told us to rush her to the first aid department. Usually he would have waved one of us away impatiently.
After Chiron and some helpers finished tending to her, I sat by her and realised why Dionysus was so nice to this case.
It was a sight of almost flawless beauty. She had hazel brown eyes, perfectly shaped eyebrows and soft caramel brown hair that reached her elbows. Gently, I brushed a lock away from her pale face and smiled at her.
"I'm… alive." She spoke her first words since her unconsciousness. She smiled at me weakly. "Where is this? What is that… liquid in my mouth?"
"It's necter and ambrosia. It will… cure you."
"Why does this sound like a ancient civilization?" eckoned
"Close… This may sound unbelievable, but you're the child of a Greek god-or goddess."
"Wh… You're having me on, aren't you?" But her eyes told me she had accepted it as a fact, although disbelieving.
Gosh, I liked her already.
"The Greek gods are still here. In fact, Mount Olympus is…"I gave her the usual pep talk, this time adding in the scary bit about the Titan uprising.
Looking at her again, I thought, "She's too innocent. She isn't fit for a half-blood life." I didn't know how wrong I was.
"My name is Arasien" She said. I suddenly remembered that we had skipped the introduction and awkwardly said "Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon." Instead of looking impressed like most newbie's did, she just nodded and gave a faint smile.
"Percy, Chiron needs to talk to us. Now! Its about the girl." Grover's bleating voice beckoned me to follow him.
In his office, Chiron's face was not the grim outlook it had sported ever since Thalia stole and sacrificed Bessie… for Kronos. "There's hope." He said. "You know, we go to the Oracle every time a new hero is found?" I nodded impatiently. "Go to the time before the most powerful, find one thing to defeat the rival. Deceit used to reach the goal, brute force left rattling in a bowl. Not in a good poem mood, I really need to eat some food." Chiron recited to us. I raises an eyebrow at Grover, who was giggling away at the last line.
"This is great! There's hope for us!" I yelled. "We must tell the campers."
