I forgot to add that I also don't own HoO. I own nothing except the plot. This goes for the whole story.

And thanks for reviewing, lightningkid333 and booknerd95! I was hoping for more people to review, but I finished the chapter early and decided to post it now. (I'll try to post a new chapter every Friday.)

I scowled. Wow. Couldn't he just be a little more blunt?

I should have known- the first time my father talks to me- and not even in person- was for me to go to a Greek camp. Where they needed me.

Of course- exactly what gods would do. Ignore your children, and when you need heroes, expect them to be willing to abandon their best friends for you, and come rushing to your aid. Hah. As if.

I felt a huge wave of anger overcome me, and suddenly I couldn't think of anything besides how much I wanted to kill the Olympians. I wanted to rip Olympus apart where it stood, brick by brick. I wanted to destroy the gods' thrones, and torture them. I would enjoy their screams of pain, their begs for forgiveness for using my own weapon against me, torturing me for so long. I wanted to-

Wait. That wasn't right. What just happened? I tried to remember what I was thinking, but it was like trying to catch a slippery electric eel- every time I got a hold of a little of what I was thinking, my brain felt like it had been shocked and the memory would swim away.

I shook my head. Maybe it was just an after effect of being teleported. I couldn't really concentrate on anything though. It felt as if a large and heavy thing was approaching, growling and wanting to kill me.

I froze. I faintly heard the thumps of monstrous feet, or in this case, paws, and the growls of a beast. No way.

I quickly grabbed the silver weapons and ran away from the noises. My head felt perfectly clear now. Nothing like a gigantic hellhound to wake up my brain. As I ran I remembered what my father said. He would return my weapon? But I'd never owned any bows or quivers full of arrows, let alone silver ones! Probably just a mistake. But how could two gods mistake me for somebody else?

An alarmingly loud bark broke me from my thoughts. I looked back and cursed. The hellhound was huge. The hellhound was definitely gaining. And as much as I hate to admit it, the hellhound scared me. I hadn't seen too many monsters in Camp Jupiter. I gritted my teeth, ran faster, and stopped dead in my tracks.

A school? Oh. I suppose that's where a kid would be.

That daughter of Aphrodite, what was her name? Piper? She has to be here. And I couldn't let the hellhound destroy her school, she'd probably get blamed for it, like I did. I turned around and uncapped my sword, Anaklusmos. It was a celestial bronze sword with a Greek name, which had unnerved many people at Camp Jupiter.

Then I heard footsteps and two gasps. I looked over my shoulder and saw a woman accompanying a girl. The woman looked like a teacher. And the girl was probably who I was searching for. She stared at the monster and in absolute horror. She had chocolate brown hair, and pretty multicolored eyes.

The hellhound decided that weaponless demigod would be easier to kill than a demigod with a sword and a bow and arrows, and lunged towards Piper.

I tried to slash the hellhound with my sword, but it caught Riptide with its fangs, and flung my sword somewhere twenty feet away. The hellhound snarled at me.

Great. I drew an arrow from my quiver, notched it, drew the string back, and released the arrow so quickly I thought maybe the arrow that disintegrated the hellhound wasn't mine. But it was. I walked over, picked up the silver weapon, and stared at it.

How did I do that? I shot the arrow right between the eyes.

Part of me wasn't that surprised, though. It was like the time when Mom had told me about the Greek gods. I had somewhat expected it, after all those dreams about "Destroy the gods!". And I didn't really feel surprised when I met Lupa, the trainer of Roman demigods, despite how huge and fierce she was. I wasn't scared. The dreams had told me not to be, but I also felt like I had met this wolf before. Weird.

The teacher seemed to snap out of her trance and quickly dialed a number. She spoke quickly in a low tone, as if she were afraid somebody would hear her. I caught a few words like, "Jane... Crazy dog... Was going to bite Piper... A boy drove the dog away... Yes, silver weapons."

Uh-oh. I hoped they wouldn't put me in jail for having silver weapons.

I felt my pocket. Riptide was back.

The teacher finished her call and gave me a stern look. "Young man, you are going to explain this to Piper's dad."

The girl looked shocked. Well, even more shocked, and a little less horrified. "I thought dad was coming to see me!"

"He is," the teacher reassured."He just also needs to talk to this boy."

It sounded like Piper didn't see her dad often. I understood what she felt like.

I looked at Piper, then the teacher. "Can I talk to Piper? Alone?"

The teacher looked uneasy, and ignored my question. "Give me the weapons, and we'll go to my office to wait for Piper's dad."

I shrugged and gave her my bow and quiver. "By the way, my name's Percy."

She studied my weapons carefully, and led us to a door that said, "Principal's office" Oh. She was a principal. Whatever, similar to teachers.

I couldn't help being a little amazed, though. I'd been in the world of Roman gods for such a long time, the outside world seemed very... unreal.

She gestured for us to go inside. The room was quite plain. We sat at the guest chairs, and the principal- I still didn't know her name- sat on her chair at the other side of the table. She placed the bow and quiver beside the desk delicately, like she was afraid it was a bomb that would blow up. Piper had calmed down, and was looking at me with wide eyes. "Wow. That dog was huge! And how did you shoot so accurately? How did you get those weapons, anyway?"

Something about her voice was persuasive. I should answer her truthfully. Of course I should. But I can't do that! I could barely stop myself from telling her all about the Greek gods right then and there, in front of the principal.

"Yeah, that was the biggest "dog" I'd ever seen, I don't know how I shot like that, and my dad gave me the bow and arrows recently." I wasn't lying, but I still felt like I should tell her the whole truth, but I shook the absurd feelings away as best as I could. I'd get shipped off to a mental hospital if I told her in front of a mortal. Maybe she could charmspeak. Wow. That's pretty rare. Nobody at Camp Jupiter could, as far as I knew.

The principal looked at me. "Well, when Piper does that, people usually tell the truth."

"So you believe me?"

She ignored my question. Again.

"We'll wait for Piper's father to come."

Nobody talked after that.

A man and woman came into the room. The man stared at me as if he had seen me in his nightmares before, but the look quickly disappeared. Maybe I had imagined it.

The man nodded at the principal and winked at Piper. The woman glared at me and started to say something, but the man cut in.

"Hey, Pipes. And Jane, let me talk."

He studied me, and smiled. The smile seemed genuine. "What's your name, kid?"

"Percy Jackson." I decided to try to be honest first, and if that didn't work, I'd use the mist to wipe their memories and lie.

"Nice to meet you, Percy. I'm Tristan McLean."

I blinked. "Like that actor?"

He grinned. "Exactly. And Percy, I heard that a dog attacked my daughter and you saved her."

Jane cleared her throat. "Actually, Mr. McLean, he-"

Mr. McLean continued as if she hadn't spoke. "I'd like to thank you, Percy. But your parents must be getting worried. I can bring you to them."

I said flatly, "My mom died, and I never met my dad." Not really a lie. "He sent me those," I gestured to the weapons, "and a note with two words: Piper McLean." And there's a lie.

Mr. McLean looked shocked, but quickly composed himself. He looked at Piper, almost like asking a question, and she nodded.

Then he looked at me. "Are you willing to be adopted?"

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