APOLOGIES X1000000

I have just returned from a holiday in France for two weeks (it was pretty awesome!) and not told you guys, leaving you awaiting updates for TWO WEEKS!

So I'd like to say a huge 'Sorry' to you all!

Also, it's the time... to reveal... the winner of the Tom's Friendship award! An overwhelming number of you, even those who were still in the running to win, said you knew this person as an amazing and kind friend, and I agree. So the award goes to... CHILDOFWISDOM!

Congrats, but you can still win more awards! The next one is Summer's music award. Summer's prized possession is her guitar, her beautiful voice can be heard from miles around, and it really is her passion. It's her 'thing' right from the start and she pursues her hobby as much as she can. Do you see yourself here? Are you a natural singer? A skilled guitarist? Do you dedicate yourself to drums? Do you give 100% at violin? Whatever it is, put yourself forward for this award and, like ChildOfWisdom, you could appear on my profile as a WINNER!

Also, xoxoAlice wants to say thank you for reviewing her stories, particularly 'Bella's Shower Incident' (I never got that story...)

Cool! :)

-Silverhand9028

Lilly's POV

It was good going to Long Island.

We had the shortest journey, and I've always wanted to see Montauk. Tom had 'borrowed' a car for us and Leon, who had learned to drive at a younger age. The roof was down as we cruised happily long the coast. (A/N the details will be very sketchy as I've never visited Long Island or anything. The only places I've been in America are Chicago, Michigan and a ski resort in Boston.)

I turned up the radio as one of my favourite songs played on...

"You're insecure,

Don't know what for,

You're turning heads when you walk through the door,

Don't need make-up,

To cover up,

Being the way that you are is enough."

One Direction – What Makes You Beautiful. I thought of Summer as my favourite member, Harry, performed his solo. Summer was half-british and always pointed out if something was British.

"That's British," she'd say, if Veronica hummed Adele.

"That's British," if Toby was eating a Cadbury bar. (A/N do American's have Cadbury's? It's the BEST!)

"That's British," if I found One Direction or the Wanted in my magazine.

"Oh gods," Leon turned the volume right down. "One Direction. Ugh!"
"No!" I turned it up to full blast, just in time for:

"Baby you light up my world like nobody else..."

Leon switched the radio over to a rock station and a guitar solo from an 'All Time Low' song blasted out. He head-banged like a maniac, keeping one hand over the radio so I couldn't change it.

I yanked his hand away and put One Direction back on.

Leon changed it.

I changed it.

Leon changed it faster.

I changed it faster.

Leon changed it super-fast.

I changed it super-fast.

Leon-

"LEON!" I suddenly screamed in horror.

Leon was too busy singing along he hadn't been concentrated on the driving. We were headed right towards a cliff...

Leon swerved the car. I was shoved forward in my seat as he desperately surged round.

The back wheels were on a deep slope! No matter how hard he tried, we were being pulled back. Leon quickly glanced back, and his foot subconsciously lifted from the accelerator. We dropped down the slope...

"LEON!" I found myself screaming.

Leon's usually brave face was terrified as the back end of the car approached the cliff edge...

We had survived harpies, psychotic daughters of Morpheus, knife accidents, evil snaky candy-sellers and four cyclopes... we couldn't be killed by a cliff!

But the car didn't stop. I grabbed on to Leon desperately, terrified.

"Leon," I whispered. "Don't-"

CLUNK.

The car's back wheels clunked off the cliff edge.

WHOOSH!

The rest of the car was pulled downwards. In one, terrifying moment, we slipped off the edge.

We were plummeting down, down...

I was screaming and sobbing, having another breakdown as I held on to Leon's large, strong arm. Suddenly, a voice yelled something.

I looked up and saw a figure on a pegasus soaring towards us. I saw it was... an adult? The pegasus was deep black, and the person was a man.

The man came closer and swooped down. With an arm on our collars, he grabbed Leon and I, and bundled us onto the pegasus. Just in time, the car splashed into the sea far below – but the man waved his hand. The waves shot the car up and it landed neatly on the cliff edge, unharmed!

I felt another breakdown coming on – I wasn't sad or scared this time, I was just overwhelmed that a strange man on a pegasus had saved us and magicked some waves up to save our car. Shocked, I looked up at the man.

"Who are you?" asked Leon, clutching his sword.

The man turned his head.

I recognised it from one of the photos on Chiron's wall in the Big House. It had aged slightly, with a thin line of stubble. His hair was black and tousled, with bright green eyes. He wore a sea-coloured jacket and blue jeans.

His sea-green eyes twinkled like pearls and he smiled at us.

"My name," he told us, "is Percy Jackson."

I just felt everybody draw their breath in! :)

Didn't I tell you? This is set a few decades after the original PJO series...

Anyways, review and submit entries for the Music award.

This chapter is dedicated to fans of One Direction (who my sister is obsessed with) and the rock band All Time Low (who I am obsessed with!).

It's also for ChildOfWisdom, winner of the Tom award!

-Silverhand9028