A/N: Hi! This is Storm here, with my very first crossover! I have read quite a few Percy Jackson/ Warrior cats fanfictions, but it always seems to be that the Percy Jackson characters are turned into cats, but I'm trying it the other way round! Please read and review, and tell me how I'm doing!

Deathtoaster: Yes, I did put it in! Yum!

Yulissab432: Thankyou! I'm glad you liked this!

Guest: I'm aware of that- I just felt that if would be best if Skyclan remained separate for this story. Maybe Skystar ended up in camp Jupiter?

Izanuma-Chan: Thankyou so much!

ClawfulGood: Thanks! Elle is probably one of my favourite characters to write about! I was considering Leo as a possible pairing, but I already have someone lined up! Sorry!

Elle's POV

I woke up to find a skeleton in my face. It was practically sitting on me, face stuck close up to mine, empty eye sockets staring down at me, a weird toothy grin upon its face- Wait, can skeletons even grin? Anyway, It's fairly safe to say that it was pretty freaking creepy. One minute, I'm dreaming of pulling an awesome prank on the Aphrodite cabin, the next, there's a heap of old bones sitting on me. What an amazing wakeup call. I think the rest of the cabin also got an unwanted alarm, as I doubt that I've ever screamed so hard in my life. Not that my memory stretched further than a week and a bit ago, but still. Step one of skeleton-banishment plans, scream loud enough to wake Zeus up in Olympus. Step two, Get slapped in the face. Getting slapped by a skeleton really wasn't very high up on my to-do list, but it happened anyway, and it hurt like Hades, the bones stuck into my face, and I speed-travelled over to the other side of the room, snatched up a random shoe and lobbed it at the skeleton's head. It just stood there, dazed, while I grabbed my dagger and stabbed it in the ribs, jerking backwards before my hand could go straight through it. I did NOT want to know what an undead thing's insides felt like. Unfazed by its sudden impalement, the skeleton, looked down at its chest, then waved cheerily.

"Hi! I'm Paul, and I've been assigned to make your life a misery for today!" With that 'Paul' melted through the ground, and disappeared, leaving me to fall face first onto the bed and smack my face off the wall in exasperation. Glancing upwards, I saw Travis, looking down from his bunk, a very obvious 'What the Hades' expression on his face, before I let out a sigh and detached my face from the wall.

"We're going to need to think up a comeback prank. A good one." With that, Travis offered an understanding nod and flopped back onto his bunk, pulling the covers over his face, probably intending to sleep for a bit longer before Connor saw it appropriate to set off a stink-bomb in the middle of the cabin. Creating a duvet-tent with the covers that I could get changed under, I struggled into a Camp Half Blood T-shirt and shorts, grabbing my daggers and rubbing my eyes wearily with one hand, preparing to walk out of the door.

"The Swordfighting Arena's that way." Doubling around as I heard the voice of someone from outside of the cabin, I narrowed my eyes and cupped a hand around my ear, I slapped myself in the forehead as Asha's voice came drifting through the walls of the Hermes cabin, the mocking note to her voice unfamiliar. Processing what I had heard over in my head, I grabbed my helmet, slamming it down over my hair before leaving the cabin, squinting against the sunlight and jogging over to where I saw Asha, walking alongside... I froze. Was Asha with a Boy? Straining to listen, I clapped a hand over my mouth to stop myself from giggling, hearing the way they were teasing eachother, and called out to Asha, running over to join them, trying not to mention the fact that they obviously liked eachother, and struck up a casual conversation.

The skeleton ruined things, as expected. Rising out of the ground like a zombie that took a bath in acid, It walked over to me, stretched out its hands, and pushed me over.

Fun.

"Okay, Asha! I think it's clear that you've beaten Samuel- there's no need to drop stuff on his face!" Asha froze where she stood, hands raised above her head, the boy she had been walking with before curled up on the ground, laughing as she levitated his helmet above him and threatened to throw it at him. Watching from then sidelines, I let out a quiet round of applause, calling out to the daughter of Hades.

"Nice battle; even if it did only last about a minute!" swiping the helmet out of the air, the caramel-haired boy, Samuel, shoved Asha lightly, a lopsided grin on his face.

"What happened to 'No powers'?" He demanded, his tone betraying the fact that he wasn't annoyed, slamming his helmet back on his head before beckoning to me. "You're Elle, right?" He questioned, before pointing to the rota that the swordfighting instructor had sketched up on the board, my name displayed next to Asha's, indicating that I had to spar with her next. Nodding, I dragged myself to my feet and entered the circle, a smirk on my face as I saw the confident look on the daughter of Hades' face. You won't be so confident when we're done! I vowed to myself, before quickly sending a nervous glance to the ground.

"You'd better tell Paul the skeleton to keep away." I warned, before taking advantage of Asha's relaxation, slashing forwards, the other girl barely raising her sword in time to block my attack, The screech of metal against metal filling the air as the two blades met, slicing against one another before freeing themselves.

"So, Asha, who's this Samuel person?" I ducked out of the way as the raven-haired girl swung at me, attempting to throw her off course with casual conversation. A light blush crept to the daughter of Hades' otherwise pale features, and I slipped into hyperspeed, running behind her and sticking my foot out, tripping the other demigod, catching her off guard. Pointing my sword at her face, I stood, hand folded in front of me, muscles tense, ready to slice out as soon as she made a move. Feeling a sudden tug at the back of my head, I stumbled as Asha moved her hand, motioning as if pulling on my helmet, the invisible force sending me toppling over, the demigod springing catlike to her feet, sword held out in front of her, hair whipping around her ears, eyes glancing up with intense focus.

"Sammy? He's just a friend." Snapping back to my senses, I raised one eyebrow in questioning and surged forwards, slicing in a wide arch with my sword, Asha swinging hers up to meet the blade, my muscles tense against the force exerted upon my sword, teeth clenched in concentration.

"Only a friend?" I attempted to throw Asha off balance by twisting my sword, trying to slip in under hers and stab at her gut, but Asha was quick. Pulling away, she freed one hand and jerked upwards, my sword snatched from my grasp by invisible hands, swung around in mid-air, its blade angled at my face, Asha pulling forwards and snatching it up, one blade hooking around and pressing, cold and sharp, against the back of my neck, the other pointed at my chest as the daughter of Hades nodded and drew back, sensing my defeat.

"Yes, just a friend." Laughing, I pulled off my helmet and shook out my hair, wiping my forehead with the back of my hand.

"That was some trick with the sword! When did you figure that one out?" As if to demonstrate, Asha let her own sword float above the palm of her hand, hanging in the air, catching the sunlight as she handed my weapon back to me, shrugging modestly.

"I'm not sure to be honest... I guess it just happened!" Nodding, I blinked slowly, my gaze flickering towards the ground as a voice whispered within me, a cold, bodiless voice that sent my vision hazy and my muscles tense, a shudder passing down my spine.

She's better than you, Elle... They all are... A simple daughter of Hermes, Surrounded by Children of the Big Three... How pitiful they must think you are...Shaking my head, I glanced back up to Asha, but her expression of concern seemed to morph into one that was nothing but patronizing, her eyes showing disdain and pity, that I was just a child of Hermes, that I was common.

"Elle, are you okay?" I barely heard the question, as my vision began to swim before my eyes, my insides turning bitter, thoughts of jealousy slicing through my mind as I nodded numbly, staggering to the side and running, my hands clenched, the intense desire to get away from Asha, unexplained hatred filling me before my vision went dark and I tumbled to the ground.

Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Don't forget to leave a review!

Storm