A/N: H-hi guys… (sniff)

Camryn: A.J? What's wrong?

Me: Well, I had a dream…

Camryn: Yeah?

Me: …that they made a sequel to The Lightning Thief! (bursts into tears)

AND IT SUCKED!

Camryn: (hugs A.J.) There, there, its gonna be OK. Now be a good author and say the disclaimer…
Me: I'm… not… a white middle aged (sniff) guy…. living in San Antonio… and writing… pure… unadulterated… AWESOMENESS! (starts crying again) I'M LIKE THE TOTAL FREAKING OPPOSITE OK?

Camryn: There, there…

A.J. POV (FINALLY!)

Mmm. I woke to the taste of mint chocolate ice cream with chocolate chip cookies running down my throat.

Nectar, no doubt.

"Don't try to give her too much," I heard a girl's voice say cautiously. "She can burst into flames."

Hah.

"It's okay," I heard Jake reply. "She can handle it."

I finally opened my eyes. And nearly had a heart attack.

Staring into my eyes was a boy with sea green eyes and black hair.

Percy Jackson.

The Percy Jackson.

The savior of Olympus Percy Jackson.

The "heartthrob of teenage sea creatures everywhere" Percy Jackson.

Okay, don't do anything stupid…

I sat up and realized I was covered in sand.

Too late.

Percy regarded me and stuck out his hand. "Hi, I'm…"

"…Percy Jackson," I finished, and shook his hand.

He blushed. "You know who I am?"

I smirked. "Any non-mortal would have to be living under a rock to not know who you are, Perseus Jackson."

He blushed even more, if that was possible.

Then, a girl with blonde curly hair and gray eyes spoke up: "Do you know you know who I am?"

I smiled. "Yeah. You're Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena and the Architect of Olympus. And," I said, pointing at the satyr next to me, "you're Grover Underwood, Lord of the Wild." They both blushed also.

"Well, since you know who we are, then what are you guys?" asked Annabeth.

"Don't you mean who?"

"I mean who and what."

"Well, who is the easy part…"

Tory gave a small cough that said: No it isn't.

I gave him a look that said: Shut up. They're not ready.

"Anyways," I continued. "The who is easy. I'm A.J, he's Jake…" I remarked, pointing at myself and the sandy haired boy. "…and he's Tory," I finished, pointing to the dark haired boy.

We all shook hands.

"What does A.J. stand for?" Percy asked me.

I felt my face heat up. Geez, my name was so fancy.

"Well," I said quietly. "The 'A' stands for Anastasia, and the 'J' stands for Jennifer."

"So, your name is Anastasia Jennifer?"

"Not exactly. I wasn't born with the name Jennifer. I got it when…" I glanced at Jake. "…it's a looong story. Why don't we get ourselves some food and we can talk about it. It's on us."

"Food?" They all asked in unison.

"Aye," I said, starting to quote Julius Caesar, "Let me have men about me that are fat, sleek-headed men and such as sleep a-nights. Yond demigods have a lean and hungry look, they think too much; such men are dangerous."

Everyone applauded. "Thank you, thank you." I said with a bow. Then, I realized I still had my bikini on. Concentrating, I focused on an outfit: Aeropostale tee, Harvard cap, and short shorts. Then, I gave a loud snap. In an instant, I was dressed in a new outfit.

I looked up. Percy, Annabeth, and Grover. They were all staring at me with their mouths open.

"Hey," I said, "It's my thing."

Percy POV (Awww…)

When we got to the boardwalk, Annabeth, A.J., and Grover went over to Starbucks, Jake went to In-n-Out Burger, and Tory and I went to the local candy shop.

As we strode to the store, I observed Tory. He was at least an inch taller than me, with dark brown hair that reached to the base of his neck. He walked with his back straight, and his chest broad. But the most interesting thing about his was his aura. He seemed to give off one of authority, as if he was a king (A/N: (cough) HINT (cough)).

"Sooo…." I said, trying to break the silence.

"Yeah?"

"Is Tory your real name?" I blurted out. Stupid ADHD.

He laughed. "No, my real name's Dylan. When I was a baby, A.J.'s older sister Jade couldn't say my name. So my mom tried to make her say Anthony, my middle name. When she couldn't say that, she tried to make her say Tony, but it came out as Tory. So, the name just stuck."

"Cool. A.J.'s your girlfriend, right?"

I swear I saw him flinch. "Mm-hm," he said absently. Then, I saw him shove something deep into his pocket ((cough) ANOTHER HINT (cough)).

After we got our food, we settled on the beach. A.J. stood, while the rest of us sat in a circle.

"So," she asked, pointing at us, "why are you here?"

We filled them in on our quest. They all exchanged a glance.

Then, A.J. spoke up quietly: "I know where the Phoenix is."

"YOU DO?" Annabeth literally screamed. "Where is it?"

"It's not what you think it is, Annabeth. Let me tell you a story."

She cleared her throat and began: "Once upon a time, back in the Fourth Age, there lived five mermaid sisters. One day, they noticed a young boy drowning. After they saved him, they realized he was Apollo himself. To reward them, he gave them an undersea kingdom to rule, and one wish. They wished for the ability to walk on land as men did. Now, Apollo needed a weapon, for a war was brewing against the Titans. So, he gave the five sisters the power to emit fire from their bodies in the form of an ignis, or a fire soul. The ignises could easily separate from the girls bodies, and when they bonded, they created the Phoenix."

We sat there, dumbfounded.

"The Phoenix was so powerful that it needed a host. This host had to have immense strength. So, Anastasia, the eldest, who was also the queen of that country, was given the blessing of Ares, and he became her godfather. Other gods became the godparents of the others, giving them special skills and different natures. Each of the individual sisters was called a Phoenix. So, generations and generations of Phoenicia have lived on with this blessing."

After a long silence Annabeth spoke up. "Wait, how do you know all of this?"

A.J. sighed, and quietly pushed back her bangs to reveal a golden twined circlet with a bird carved out of aquamarine in the middle.

"I know this because I am a Phoenix."

A/N: The plot thickens…

Me: Oh, and I seriously had a dream about the whoke sequel thing, and it DID suck.

Nico: (comes in, sees A.J., and tries to run away)

Me: Get back here ghost boy.

Nico: What?

Me: xionrules76321 wants a hug.

Nico: What if don't want to give hugs today?

Me: (gets Mr. Flamethrower)

Nico: e.e (hugs xionrules76321)

Me: Please REVIEW! Nico will hug you if you do!

Nico: Do I get paid for this?

Me: No.