So I am doing a new thing. Public replies to reviews at the top of the chapter and updates and apologies at the bottom. Here we go:

Lilyad - Sorry about that. I understand how annoying that can be. It's just as I said life and college got in the way, causing me to lose the spark of creativity that I hoped to keep up.

Acesmark7 - I was thinking about that, and personally it depends on how this series goes on. Other then that *shrugs*.

Sandford9687 - Yeah no. I'm a big fan of Percabeth even if the "New Spirit" is in control. And don't worry about that whole "stuck chasing her about like the love struck Percy while she's chasing luke". I have a few plans at that

Quite a few months have passed, and well I have not been that good at school. Primarily because of three reasons: Nancy and her crew have decided to attack me more because of what happened and the fact that she thinks I didn't get punished. Then there are the nightmares from Mrs. Dodds's transformation (which still freaks me out), and how I can still smell her and see those searing red eyes! Finally, still trying to figure out what to think of being inside of the body of my favorite character in all of fiction.

Along with that… well I don't know how to explain it. Percy's memories seem to have weaved between the nightmares. Flashes of Gabe's abuse against him, his mother keeping him company especially in Montauk. The memories, while there were good ones there was an equal amount of terrible ones. Primarily that of teachers and Gabe, all of whom were taking jabs at the fact that he was dyslexic and has ADHD.

Gods, it's a wonder why he never took his own life from the shit he's been through. Then again, there is the fact that his mom was a light in the mire that was his life.

I groan and look at the science book in front of me, numbers and words swirling around my head. Because of those three main factors, I have really been tanking the exams. Along with that, it doesn't help that dyslexia is getting in the way of reading English. Which is kinda strange, since I know I was an avid reader in my old life. I mean I read the PJO books over and over again.

Well there is another thing that really annoyed me was the fact that I decided to play along with the old script. I would sometimes spring the question of Mrs. Dodds, mainly to see the weird expressions on their faces. Then there is the whole thing with Grover. I just asked him sometimes to see his confusion and slight fear.

Eventually, because of the exhaustion of waking up randomly because of the nightmares, I got expelled. That mainly was lead by me exploding at a teacher, calling him an old sod and a bit more. I got sent to the principal's office and was expressly told that I was not welcomed back next year.

I was fine with that, primarily because it means that I'm about to get to Camp Half-Blood, but Percy was right in the terror that were the nightmares. Hell thinking of these now are sending shivers down my back.

Anyways, I'm rambling again aren't I?

Ugh, let me get to the point! These past few months have been hell on earth for me, because Nancy is annoying, teachers are annoying and the dreams from Dodds are annoying!

Good now that we got that worked out, back onto the main track. I look down at the Greek history book in front of me, and then over at Grover's empty bed. I let out a small sigh. He's more than likely with Brunner, talking about how worried he is about me-

"Wait?!" I state out to the direct air as I sit up. "Why haven't I been attacked?!" I place a hand on my forehead as I just stare at the door. "According to the books, once you know more and more about yourself, monsters are supposed to smell you easier. Am I being protected because of Brunner or…?!" I groan and lay back down, throwing an arm over my face, groaning loudly.

I then sit up and rub my temples. "You know what! I'm not going to get annoyed by it. This let's me not be attacked by monsters, other then the people that decide to act like them." I reason out, as I then stand up and stretch. "And I should probably go over and listen into more of what Brunner and Grover are talking about."

With that, I leave the room. I walk down the deserted halls as I approach Brunner's classroom door. I then stand beside it, closing my eyes as I hear this:

"... worried about Percy, sir. He'll be alone this summer." Grover continued, a shake to his voice. "I mean, a Kindly One in the school! Now that we know for sure, and they know too-"

"We would only make matters worse by rushing him." Brunner interrupted. "We need the boy to mature more."

"But he may not have the time. The summer solstice deadline-"

"Will have to be resolved without him, Grover. Let him enjoy his ignorance while he still can." Yeah that's not happening.

"Sir, he saw her…" Grover strains.

"His imagination." Brunner buts in, trying to wave away Grover's worries. "The Mist over the students and staff will be enough to convince him of that."

"Sir, I … I can't fail fail in my duties again." Grover chokes out. "You know what that would mean."

"You haven't failed, Grover." Brunner kindly states, as I could imagine him putting his hand onto Grover's shoulder. "I should have seen her for what she was. Now let's just worry about keeping Percy alive until next fall, and potentially stop this war."

Which was the last thing that I heard as I started walking away. I try to keep my footsteps as light as possible as I go back down the hallway, leaving the light in the room behind. Eventually I make it to my room, as I lay down in my bed, rubbing my temples lightly again. "This is going to get frustrating." I yawn out, apparently sleeping through the whole, Grover coming into the room.

The next morning, another round of tests and final exams. Yay.

I really hate exams!

I go down the hall, my hands shaking from both exhaustion and frustration. Brunner called me down to his office. I half knew he wanted to make me feel better about leaving Yancy and all that. The other half was momentarily scared by the prospect that he somehow found out about me spying on him and Grover.

"Percy, don't be discouraged about leaving Yancy … It's for the best." He said, and I could already feel tears collect to the corners of my eyes.

"Ok, sir." I could hear my voice croak out. Hey I couldn't help getting emotional. I may not be the actual Percy, but I still do have a good amount of his memories. How could you not like the only teacher that never gave you shit for being the way you are?

"I mean ..." Brunner wheeled his chair back and forth, like he wasn't sure what to say. "This isn't the right place for you. It was only a matter of time."

"Right." I gulp hard, my eyes stinging as tears build up.

"No, no" Brunner silently curses to himself. "I don't mean it like that. What I mean is, you're not normal. That isn't something to be ashamed of."

I fight every urge in my body to leave the room, those ancient eyes just looking at me. I bit the inside of my cheek, keeping me from crying out. "Thanks sir." I finally get out as I turn away, stomping off, hearing Brunner call out for me once before going quiet again.

I storm to my room, locked the door, and collapsed onto the bed, shaking as tears fall out my eyes. It took a while, gods, it took quite some time for me to finally cool off. I place my hands on my face, quickly wiping up any remnants of tears on my face as I sit up. I know why he said that … really doesn't stop it from hurting.

Eventually the end of the school year came around and everyone was getting ready to leave.

I grabbed my clothes and anything else that I could possibly need, such as a few bucks that I got from my candy stash and any money Sally (mom?) managed to send to me that Gabe didn't manage to get.

I started heading out of the room, everyone seemed either flooding out of the school or just grouping up. I pass by a few guys, idiots if Percy's memories are right, but rich idiots.

"Hey Percy!" One of them call to me, a dumb smirk on his face. "Me and my folks will be cruising the Carribean for the first month of the summer." The others called out about where they were going as well, the only one that caught my interest was the guy going hiking in Switzerland. "What's your plans for the summer?"

I think for a moment, there seemed to be a hint of truth in his curiosity. "Well, I'm going back to the city to live with my mom … and stepdad." I add the stepdad bit in an almost whisper.

"Well that's rather cool." The one who called me over seemed to be holding back some snickers, turning to his friends once more. All of them started to ignore me so I just walked away.

I ended up meeting Grover on a Greyhound bus. I smirk internally at this, while things were going to get very dangerous, they were also going to get exciting. However, my inner joy was replaced by both inner and outer annoyance as Grover jitters right next to me.

His head subtly, or not as subtle as he thinks he is, looking around, his eyes darting to every dark area on the bus. His nose was also twitching every now and then, trying to pick up a scent. Sitting next to him, his crutches rest on the seat.

I twitch once, his worried look finally causing me to ask "So … are you looking for Kindly Ones?"

Grover visibly jumps from his seat, managing not to send himself into the ceiling. "Wha-what do you mean?" At that I explain to him how I eavesdropped, my face lighting up with a bit of shame. Grover, for a peace, nature and animal loving satyr, looked like he was going to slap either me or himself. "H-How much did you hear?"

"Oh not much. What's the summer solstice dead-line, and what kind of war were you talking about?"

Grover cringes at that, his hands fidgeting as he stammers out. "Look, Percy ... I was just worried for you, see? I mean, hallucinating about demon math teachers ..."

"Grover-"

"And I was telling Mr. Brunner that maybe you were overstressed or something, because there was no such person as Mrs. Dodds, and ..."

"Grover you are a really, really bad liar." I manage to shut him up, rubbing the bridge of my nose lightly.

His ears turn a vibrant shade of pink as his head drops. He reaches into the pocket of his shirt, pulling out an old business card. My heart starts thumping as I take it from him. "Just take this, ok? In case you need me this summer."

I look down at it, and after a few moments of trying to decipher the jungle of fancy curves and letters I make out:

Grover Underwood

Keeper

Half-Blood Hill

Long Island, New York

(800) 009-0009

I licked my lips, most of the moisture disappearing from my mouth as I look at the card I manage out. "What's Half-"

"Don't say it aloud!" he yelped, but managing to keep his voice down. "That's my … uhm summer address."

I nod my head, putting on a slight glum face. "Ok. So, like, if I want to come to your mansion."

"O-or if you need me."

We sit in an awkward silence for a few minutes, as I sigh out. "A-and, not to be rude, would I need you exactly?" I wince at the tone, Grover doing the same.

"W-well Perce, th-the truth is I kind of have to protect you."

I let the silence between us grow between us for a few seconds before I leaned up to him slightly. "Grover … what exactly are you protecting me from?"

Before he could answer me, or even try to think of a lie, the bus ground to a stop. Black smoke billowed from the driver's seat, filling the bus with a rotten egg smell. The driver hits the steering wheel, driving us off the highway.

There were a few clanks, a couple of cuss words, and a loud bang, before the driver told us to get out, so that we don't get heatstroke.

Gotta admit, the country road was pretty good looking, the sun cutting through the clouds. The light shines slightly, marking the few trees and yellow-green grass glow, and a few rays of light hit a certain little fruit stand. The light bounces off the blood red cherries and apples, a couple of walnuts and apricots, and many jugs of cider in cool ice boxes next to the stand.

Sitting in three rocking chairs in the shade of a large maple tree, knitting two massive, electric blue socks, were three ancient looking women. And even from a distance of a few lanes on a highway, I could tell they were looking at me.

I let out a little gulp as I try and put on a confused face. I see the color completely out of Grover's face, his nose twitching all over, more than likely smelling the Fate's scent.

"Grover? Hey man-"

"Tell me they're not looking at you. They are, aren't they?"

"Yeah. Weird, huh? You think those socks would fit me?" I managed to keep my voice level, my eyes never leaving the woman in the middle.

"Not funny, Percy. Not funny at all."

The sister in the middle lifted her massive scissors gleaming in the few rays of light. My heart stops for a few beats, as Grover catches his breath.

"We're getting on the bus," he told me. "Come on."

"What?" I said. "It's a thousand degrees in there."

"Come on!'" He pried open the door and climbed inside, but I managed to stay behind, my pulse skipping beats..

Across the road, the old ladies were still watching me. The middle one cut the yarn, and I swear I could hear that snip across four lanes of traffic. I could almost feel my heart stop for a few minutes, a chill running up my back. The other two balled up the electric-blue socks, and started leaving the stand. I gulp roughly, my body shaking softly as they filter away.

At the very rear of the bus, the driver pulled away with a grunt. He threw a black smoking piece of metal from the bus. With that, the bus shuddered and started up once more.

Everyone started cheering from that.

"Darn Right!" He slapped the bus slightly, a proud and beaming smile on his face. "Everybody back on board!"

I can feel my stomach turning, knowing that I probably look about as pale as Grover was. He was shivering, his teeth clacking together. I huff slightly at that, as I get right next to him.

"Grover?"

"Yeah?"

"Wh-what are you not telling me?"

He just gulps at that, rubbing the sweat off of his head, resting it in his hands "Percy, what did you see back at the fruit stand?"

"The old ladies?" At this as he just nods as I gulp. "Th-they're not like Ms. Dodds, are they?"

The look on his face. Yeah, the Fates definitely shook him up too much. "J-just" His voice squeaks from his speech before he clears his throat. "Just tell me what you saw."

I breathe in slowly before nodding. "The one in the middle raised a pair of scissors and cut the cord."

After my statement, Grover raised his hand and clawed at where his heart is with three fingers, before thrusting them away.

"You saw her snip the cord?" I just nod at that, dry gulping and trying to keep the mask of confusion on. "This is not happening!" He starts chewing on his thumb. "I don't want this to be like last time."

"What last time?"

"Always the sixth grade. They never get past sixth."

"Grover" I manage out, just the complete paranoia and fear radiating off of him was starting to affect me. "Wh-what are you talking about?"

"Let me take you home from the bus station. Promise me!"

I nod my head, promising. "Is this like-like a superstition thing or something?"

No answer.

"Grover" my own voice squeaking as I tried to smooth out my thoughts about the Fates. "That snipping of the yarn. Does that mean someone is going to die?" And at that, my heart throbbed, remembering my feelings on a certain son of Hermes.

He didn't answer me, as he just looks at me, his big goat eyes looking completely mournfully. Probably trying to think of some flowers I would have liked on my coffin.

AND CUT! Sorry about the wait (wow 1 whole month sheesh). Thanks for the support, and input (even if it's not much).

So for starters, I was thinking about making a mainly for a kick in the pants. I don't know, would you guys pay me to write? Then there is the whole copyright law thing. But I have seen others having accounts.

Second, I have got like literally one PM saying how I am trash since he thinks it's going to be a carbon copy of the books. Sure a few things will be copy pasted (mainly that large text blob that was Camp Half-Blood), but other then that, I will be trying to put a twist on certain aspects.

Anyways other than those two main points, thank you all again, and leave a review on if I should make a .