Hi guys! Okay, the first part of the story is almost over, but that's just the first part. There's going to be more after this part. I'm going to do the Battle of Manhattan and all that other awesome stuff.

Now, back to the story so I can get to that stuff faster.

That day, Penny spent her time drawing pictures in the dusty floor and wondering who the cyclops' were after and why they were using her to get this mystery person.

At 5:00 sharp the larger cyclops brought her a peanut butter sandwich. She was rather surprised the peanut butter wasn't moldy.

Then he brought her a blanket. That surprised her even more.

Then he threatened to hit her with a crate if she didn't go to sleep.

Penny decided she didn't want to get hit with a wooden crate. Her ankle hurt enough already as it was.

The next day was basically the same. Until 5:00 that is...

"We're out of peanut butter." The smaller cyclops growled.

"Then go get some!" His companion snapped.

They had been like this all day. Their argument over what to do with Penny left tension in the air. Penny was rather afraid that they would end up in a fight.

The smaller cyclops left the room, eyeing Penny hungrily. Penny shivered.

Five minutes later the cyclops returned, empty handed.

"I can't find it." He said.

The other cyclops didn't even look up. "Then keep looking!"

"No!" The first cyclops said. "You go find it! You know where it is!"

The cyclops stood up.

"Fine! But if you even touch the girl..." He let the threat hang in the air, unfinished.

As soon as he was gone, the small cyclops walked over to Penny.

Penny stared in horror as he loomed over her, sneering.

He stank of toilet water and garlic. Penny could barely breath.

"So, my pretty little girl," He sneered, "How'd you like to be my snack, today?"

Penny was too panicked to scream.

She managed a choked gasp as he reached down to grab her.

Then a voice came from the shadows.

"Leave her alone!"

The cyclops growled, turning to face where the voice had come from.

"So you take the bait, Son of Poseidon?" He smirked. "You come to your doom?"

Penny was too startled to think straight, or realize whose voice it was.

"Are you sure about that?" The voice asked mockingly. "Because I wasn't planning to die today."

It was then that things all clicked together for Penny.

Percy Jackson was the Son of Poseidon.