Percy's POV

I slowly opened my eyes, groaning in annoyance and pain as I did so. My leg felt like it was on fire and my head was throbbing, with each pulse I felt a new wave of pain fill my brain. Perhaps the migraine comes from hitting my head on the concrete when I fainted...

...

Wait a minute... where am I? The ceiling that I just realized I was staring at had a simple beige color that felt somewhat homey. I felt my back pressed against the soft surface of a bed, and the rest of my body was quite warm, indicating that I was under covers.

I slowly turned my head to my left and observed the wall and small table next to the bed. The wall had a small window with thick curtains closed partially over it, blocking most of the light but allowing a bit to filter through.

The table was small and circular and looked like it had been carved out of some sort of tree stump, judging by the circular patterns. On it sat a glass pitcher filled with what appeared to be apple juice and small golden colored cubes that looked like some sort of sweet. As I was about to turn, I heard a firm voice cut through the silence. "About time you woke up, you've been asleep for 3 days."

I don't think I've ever moved so fast in my life. I jumped and quickly whirled around to located the speaker, only to accidentally bump my head into the bed board. I recoiled quickly and put my face back into my pillow, clutching my head as the pain increased by tenfold. I heard a very unlady-like snicker and sighed mentally. Great. Now whoever found me thinks I'm and idiot.

I slowly raised my head off the pillow and looked at the speaker. She had piercing gray eyes that felt like they were looking into my soul, curly blonde hair, and a cross between an exasperated and amused look on her face. I thought she would comment on the giant tear in my leg, and I knew I would have to do make some stupid cover up story and get out as soon as possible.

Instead, she looked at me, and tilted her head slightly. "You drool in your sleep. Like, alot. I think I could've filled a water bottle with how much you drool in one night." I looked at her incredulously and said the most coherent thing my brain could possibly muster at the moment: "Where am I?"

She rolled her eyes as if this has happened a million times before. "Well, I assume you know Greek mythology is real, unless you think that monster that got you was a vicious dog or something." she stated in a matter-of-fact tone. I stared at her blankly, then jolted myself out of my stupor. As I thought of an appropriate response, the gears in my head began to turn.

"Well... I- uhh... I guess I know it's real." I said stupidly, not really paying attention. "You... guess it's real? What is that supposed to mean?" she said condescendingly, narrowing her eyes at me. As I searched for a response, it suddenly hit me. Shes somebody who knows about the whole Greek-Mythology-is-real thing. Check. She's a kid, about my age. Check. Probably not a monster. Check. She took me in after knowing I got attacked by a monster, so she can't be a mortal. Check. Shes probably a demigod. Check.

As I realized this, my eyes widened. Just my luck, getting stuck in a camp that would kill me on the spot if they knew about my heritage! I mean really, only someone like me would have that rotten of luck. I mean, it's already bad enough that I have a Titan as a father.

Now I have to somehow get out of whatever this camp or settlement place they have going without raising the alarm bells until I'm gone. Great. I knew I had to act, to play nice. If I make her suspicious, I would never get out of this camp alive. I needed to get her to think I'm not a threat or out of the norm, and slip away when she doesn't expect it.

As I was sitting there thinking all this, I realized I was just sitting there blankly, staring at her. I quickly snapped to attention and said, "Erm... what was the question again?" She face palmed, and I gave her a cheeky grin. "Never mind.." she muttered. "So, what is your name?" I thought about it. A name couldn't hurt. But then, I might well have some fun, seeing as this girl clearly doesn't like me.

"I do believe I asked you a question first, and I am still waiting on an answer. And, you have to tell me your name first. Then you get to know mine." I said coyly, a mischievous smirk on my face. I could easily see her face turn red and had to bite my tongue to avoid letting out a laugh.

"The place your in is called Camp Half-Blood, your new home. My name's Annabeth. Now, what's your name?" she said in a fake, sweet voice. "Percy. My name's Percy." I finally admitted, and she gave me a triumphant smirk. She must really hate not knowing things.

"Well, before we head out, I need to tell you: your leg will be fine and will heal completely on its own over the next week or so, but that thing can't take much more than your body weight. Any running or really anything besides walking might aggravate it and you really don't want that to happen. Understand?" she breathed out heavily at the end of her rant. She was talking at a rate I didn't know was possible. I responded with a salute and a grin on my face "Aye Aye, Cap'n!"

"Ok then, let me show you around camp and give you the basics."

(I decided to skip the whole showing Percy around camp because it would happen just like the original book series, hopefully you guys dont mind. I would just see it as filler content which I dont want. However, if you do want scenes like the original, tell me!)

4 Hours Later

(Percy's POV)

After getting a unnecessarily detailed explanation of how everything works in camp, I sat in the Hermes cabin with my back against a worn down dull wooden panel. Annabeth really wasn't lying about my leg. When she was giving me the grand tour I accidentally tripped on a rock (I know, I know, laugh it up) and let's just say I didn't get off the ground until she fed me what she called ambrosia.

Man, I was right about them being sweets, because they tasted exactly like caramel-covered chocolate bars. Apparently they taste like your favorite food, the same with nectar, which was what I thought was apple juice.

She also told me about a event at camp tonight called Capture the Flag, which is exactly what it sounds like. I was considering using the event to maybe sneak out of camp, but on my leg I wouldn't be getting very far. I would just have to wait for the opportunity to present itself...

I jumped up, startled by the obnoxiously loud horn sounding in my ears. As if clockwork, the entire Hermes cabin (none of whom I trusted) stood up and rushed to the door pushing each other out of the way. I waited for everyone to get out the door, then carefully slipped out. I limped towards the dining pavilion, careful not to hit any of the rocks hiding in the grass. When everyone sat down at the various tables, me being last so I had to awkwardly limp past everyone on the way to the Hermes table. When I took a seat, Chiron stood up.

"Alright campers! You know the rules! No killing or maiming! After dinner, we go to our respective flags! Good luck!" Everyone began eagerly wolfing down their food after giving up a portion of their good to the gods. I wasn't quite sure I wanted to sacrifice food for the beings that would want me dead, and I didn't want to give them my scent. I scraped half my plate into the fire and muttered, too quietly for anyone to hear "for my mother."

20 minutes later, I was sitting against a hard tree in the middle of the camp forest, sweating profusely. I mean really, wearing armor is like sitting in an oven, and it's night time! As I sat there distant shouts coming closer snapped me from my thoughts. I quickly scanned the treeline, readying myself. The whoops and shouts came closer, and I settled into a ready position. I had clunky armor that would probably make me trip, a completely unbalanced sword, and a leg that was still throbbing painfully. But hey, I wasn't about to sit there and get run over.

I saw birds taking off from a certain section of the forest and a second later, a figure barreled out of the treeline, sprinting straight towards me. I kept my calm, slowly stepping out of his way. I was the last defense between him and our flag's defenders and I was determined to not let him get that far.

Right when he was about to run past me I quickly jumped right in front of him. He wildly slashed his sword, trying to force me to get out of the way. I easily parried the clumsy blow and put my sword in a ready position. However, before I realized what was happening, his momentum carried him forward. Right into and through my sword.

There was a sickening squelch as my sword impaled him through the stomach, the tip poking out his back.

He looked at me in utter shock and I stared at him in terror. What... what have I done?

"I heard people emerging from the woods all around us, gasping in shock when they saw us, for neither of had moved from our positions. It seems like the entire camp was there in the blink of an eye. Then, it happened. There was a bright glow above me and even more people gasped, all of them looking terrified.

I looked up to see a trident, glowing in an ethereal green light. However, it wasn't Poseidon's trident.

This trident was twisted all the way up the handle and to the 3 tips, which were barbed and looks much more intimidating than a regular trident. I looked at the glowing wall with text behind the trident and saw that it said, in Ancient Greek: Behold, the mortal child of Oceanus. May he bring death to Olympus. There was a shocked silence.

Then there was a blinding glow as thirteen blood-thirsty Olympians flashed in, all looking at one person murderously, all ready to kill one person. Me.

A/N: Well well well. I hope you guys like that little ending twist I gave you. I apologize for the somewhat bland beginning, it was necessary in my opinion and it needed to happen. Anyways, is Percy good or bad? How is he going to get out of this? Will he join his father in trying to take over Olympus? Who knows. Again, all reviews are welcome! If you have the time, make sure you leave one! Oh and one more thing, do you guys like these length chapters? Or should they be longer and a bit less frequent? Have a good day!