Wow, it feels really odd to write to you all in pencil and not typing. I'm writing this on Monday, during FOB. (Flat On Bunk) It's an hour of writing time, so I will get some good writing done. Enjoy!

I woke up to the sound of waves lapping against the tiny boat. Opening my eyes a tiny bit, I saw the person I-may-or-may-not-have-almost-drowned was still asleep. Or, he was faking it, which meant he didn't trust me. Great.

I scolded myself. Don't be paranoid, he's probably just really tired from swallowing a gallon of water.

We were no where near I had fallen asleep, so we probably had gotten washed down stream a bit. There were no buildings on the closest shore, including the freaky house. I shuddered. I'm surprised I didn't have any nightmares of that place.

I glanced at the unconscious guy. His hair was parted to the side, revealing a giant green and purple welt on his forehead. I winced just looking at that. No one should ever trust me with a paddle.

Around his neck was the cord I had noticed earlier. As I examined it closer, It seemed to had multi-colored beads and a couple of seashells. All of the beads were odd, one with a trident set on a dark blue background. Another one that intrigued her was names engraved on a purple and orange background. In the middle where the colors met, there was a tiny greek temple.

The trident and the temple sparked my interest. Both from Ancient Greek mythology. Hmm, maybe he was a fan of mythology? And wore beads on his neck….

I realized I was basically looking through someone's personal things while they were unconscious, and even at that point I wasn't going to be rude. I backed away from the guy and picked up the oar. Might as well start paddling to shore.

About a minute or so had passed before the guy in front of me groaned and open his eyes. The moment he saw me and realized he was in a paddle boat in deep water, he shot up. Before I realized what was happening, he had a gleaming bronze sword in his hand and was pointing it directly at me.

I basically freaked out at that point. I mean, I had gone through a lot in the past 24 hours. Where did his sword even come from? So when some guy I don't even know threatens me with a scary looking pointy thing, I snap.

"You- You're from that creepy place aren't you?" I asked. I must have looked completely terrified and horrible at that point. Look, I slept in dingy that night.

Recognition flashed across his face, and I didn't wait for an answer. I dove into the water and frantically swam for my life.

Water splashed in my eyes as I swam to what I hoped was the shore. Swordy Dude looked pretty athletic, and I did not want him to catch me.

I looked behind me quickly to see how close he was to me. Oddly, he hadn't moved an inch. I felt less safe with him not chasing me than if he was. I had to get out of the water, fast.

Something grabbed me by my foot from under the water, and I immediately started to flail, trying to get free. Despite my kicking and deafening screams, what ever had my ankle quickly pulled me brackish water stung my my open eyes, and I choked on a mouthful of water I had accidentally swallowed.

I was pulled farther and farther down into what could possibly be my watery grave. The dark water blocked out the sunlight, making it more difficult to identify what was forcefully dragging me down.

My lungs started to feel as though they were about to explode, and I knew I had only seconds before my instinct took over my willpower.

The murky bottom appeared showing nothing but me, the water, and the sand. What had my foot? I was still kicking, but I was getting tired and almost out of air. I landed on the bottom and I quickly sunk into the muck that lined the dirt and sand. A cloud of dust rose, blocking my vision.

Bright spots danced around my eyesight as my brain tried to function with little air. I felt the pressure on my lungs tighten and tighten. Almost blind in the dust and the darkness, I couldn't hold out any longer. The thing holding my ankle released me as I took a deep breath of water.

I immediately started choking and breathing through my nose as my body coughed all the dirty water out of my lungs. My eyes were watering and I was gasping for breath. Once I had recovered from my fit I realised that I was doing the impossible.

I was breathing. Underwater.

Hesitantly, I moved my hand through the water. It wasn't there anymore. All around me in a circle was a warped view of the water and the cloudy bottom. It was like I was looking at it through a thick piece of glass, or…

A bubble. I was in a giant air bubble underwater. I hesitantly tapped the side of the bubble. It didn't pop, or move. Instead of tapping, I pushed. Hard. Again, the bubble didn't move. I was trapped.

As I sat there pounding on the giant air bubble, a dark shape in front of me slowly grew into the Swordy Guy. He looked at peace and wasn't even holding his breath. Jerk. I bet he had something to do with this water voodoo.

I crossed my arms and tried to look intimidating. His sword was nowhere to be found, which was good, but I had seen it appear out of nowhere. Who said he couldn't do that again?

As he reached the side of the bubble, he looked directly at me. I refused to break eye contact. No way I was letting this guy think he had control over me. Once he saw I was looking, he gave me a thumbs up and stepped into the bubble.

First, thumbs up!? Dude, you just came after me with a sword and trapped me underwater in a giant air bubble, and you give me a thumbs up! Second, how did you even get in the bubble. Come on!

I instinctively backed as far away from him as I could, without uncrossing my arms and without dropping my death glare. If he got any closer to me I was going to punch him in the face.

He sat down criss-cross applesauce on the wet sand casually. "So I'm guessing you don't know who I am?"

No way I was answering him. If he thought I was going to be cooperative and smiley he had another one coming.

"Umm, I'll take that as a no. My name is Percy Jackson. I'm the one that found you." He said, with a frown.

Found me? What was he talking about? A bunch of questions raced through my mind, but I still said nothing.

"Look, I found you outside of the borders unconscious, and brought you into camp. You could see my sword, obviously, so you can see through the Mist. You must be a demi-god."

Camp? Mist? Demi-god? Who was this guy, really?

"Do you know anything about Greek mythology?" He finally asked me after a few tense seconds.

I figured it would probably be smart to actually answer him at this point, but if you haven't figured out at this point, I'm pretty stubborn. I can sometimes get myself into trouble because of it. Of course, my ox-headedness kept my mouth shut and my arms crossed.

"Okay fine, I'm just gonna take you back to camp. I can at least tell Annabeth I tried."

At this point I had figured out that "camp" was that creepy cabin I has escaped from, or the house was a part of it. I had no desire to go anywhere near it.

"No," I said finally, "I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's going on, what that place is, and how you're doing all…. this." I motioned to the walls of the bubble.

Percy looked surprised that I spoke. "I'm trying but you need to answer my questions."

I nodded.

"So, do you know about Greek mythology?" he asked again.

"Most of it, yeah." I wasn't liking how the conversation was going. All this Greek stuff…

"So you about the Olympians, you know, Poseidon, Athena….." He glanced nervously upwards, like he had said something bad.

I nodded again. I wasn't going to talk if I just needed to say yes.

"Well, you're a demi-god. Or a half blood. A child of a mortal and a Greek god or goddess."

What had I gotten myself into?

Well, a little cliffhanger there because everyone loves them. :) Especially Rick Riordan! So some dialogue between Percy and Tayen. I'm not very good at dialogue, but I tried. I had fun at camp, but now that I'm back I will be updating more frequently, hopefully. (I'm a bit of a forgetter and a procrastinator, so if I haven't updated in a week feel free to spam me. :) Hope you enjoyed!