AN: Hello everyone! DrakonNinja25 here! This is my very first story and I'm so happy to be finally writing it. Please no flames and I hope you enjoy chapter one of Legacy of Olympus: the Hero has Risen.

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Chapter 1: Last Day of School

Ryan's POV

"Ryan honey, it's time to get up! You don't want to be late for your last day of school!" My eyes snapped open at the sound of my mother's voice. I sat up on my bed and rubbed the grogginess out of my eyes.

KNOCK KNOCK "Ryan, listen to your mother, it's time to get up!" my father said.

"I know dad I'm up!" I answered, as i got out of my bed and walked over to my closet to grab some clothes. I decided on wearing dark blue jeans, a plain black t-shirt and my favorite black hoodie. After getting changed I opened my bedroom door and walked down the hallway of our apartment to the kitchen where my mom and dad were.

My mom was busy making pancakes while my dad was sitting at the counter, drinking coffee and ready today's newspaper. I walked over and sat down next to my dad as my mom handed me a plate of pancakes and a glass of milk. "Good morning honey," my mom said.

"Good morning" I replied, my mouth full of pancakes.

My parents are totally different from each other, at least in appearance. My mom, Susan Erikson, has long blonde hair and blue eyes, whereas my dad, Chris Erikson, has brown eyes with short black hair that has a little white in it.

"Ryan, you better hurry, school starts in less than an hour," my dad told me folding up his newspaper.

Sure enough I look up at the clock and it reads 6:30. 'I'm gonna need to hurry if I want to make it there before 7:30 I thought as I put my dishes in the sink. I walk down the hall to the bathroom where I quickly used the restroom and brushed my teeth. As I finished up I looked into the mirror to make sure i looked all right.

My raven black hair was still a little messy from just waking up but I didn't really care. My eyes looked as unusual as usual. I say unusual because neither of my parents could agree on what color they are. My mom says they a deep blue, like the depths of the ocean, but my dad disagrees. He says that they are a bright sea green. Personally though, I think it's a mixture of both, deep ocean blue and bright sea green, swirling around each other in a whirlpool. I tore my gaze away from the mirror and crossed the hallway into my bedroom to pick up the rest of my things.

I threw on my black sneakers and slung my backpack over my shoulder. But right before I left my room I opened my bedside table's drawer and grabbed my ring. It's made of a shiny silver looking metal that I don't know with a squarish gem in the middle that looks exactly like my eyes. I know what you're probably thinking. A ring? That's so girly! Well in my defense, it's the only thing that I have left of my parents, my real parents. Yeah that's right, Susan and Chris are not my real parents. I, Ryan Erikson is adopted. Anyway, I put my ring on and walked out of my room.

*LINE BREAK*

Finally! It's the last period of the day of my freshman year here at Goode High and I'm excited. Summer will finally be here in less than an hour! All that I have to do is make it through my worse class, English. Luckily for me, Mr. Blofis, the English teacher, just happens to be one of my favorite teachers. Why you may ask? Because he is the only teacher in the school that understands my difficulties with school.

See when I was a young child, I was diagnosed with ADHD and Dyslexia, not a very good combination. Now school by itself is hard, by English is especially hard because it's all about sitting still and reading confusing literature. But luckily, Mr. Blofis understands. He apparently has a stepson that has the same diagnosis of me.

Now I haven't heard much about the famous Percy Jackson, (Mr. Blofis' stepson), but apparently he was extremely popular, but he left last year to move to San Francisco to be closer to his girlfriend? I don't know, that happened before I came to the high school.

Anyway, Mr. blofis has helped me all year with my dyslexia, which I'm very thankful for because I've found out I really like to read, but only things that I want to read.

Right now, I'm sitting in my desk in the back of the class listening to Mr. Blofis talk about how we should read over the summer and stuff like that. I wasn't really paying attention, being lost in my thoughts about what I'm going to be doing all summer long.

ROAR!

Some sort of loud noise interrupted my thoughts. I saw everyone gasping and pointing outside. I heard someone yell, "Is that a bull?!" I stood up and walked over to the window, and what I saw scared the hell out of me.d

It had the head of a bull, with a gigantic pair of horns, at least 4 feet wide, and a snout styled with a large golden ring. It's eyes blazed with a fiery fury. It's body, well, it's body wasn't anything like a bull. It was humanoid, standing at least 8 foot tall with bulging muscles and hoofed feet. It was completely nude except for a small pair of fruit of the loom tighty whities. How anyone thought it was a bull behind me. Now as terrifying it was to look at, what made it really scary was that it was charging right at us.

"Everyone run!" Mr Blofis yelled. Everyone started running out of the door into the hallway, but before everyone was out of the classroom, the bull thingy crashed through the window and into the room. A couple other students, Mr. Blofis and I had to jump away from the door because a huge piece of rubble from the wall landed right in front of it. I knew what I had to do.

"Mr. Blofis, take the other kids and get out of here while I distract that thing!" I yelled out to my English teacher. It looked like he was about to complain but right at that moment the (I'm just gonna call him the bull) bull decided to appear again it stood in the middle of the class, a little dazed from crashing through the wall but still angry none the less. It shook its head and turned its head toward Mr. Blofis and the rest of my classmates. I couldn't let it hurt them.

"Hey ugly!" I yelled before I bent down, picked up a rock and threw it at the bull's head. It turned towards me and roared in rage. Mr. Blofis took this as his chance to get the other kids out of the broken wall and away from danger. Now that they were out of danger I turned my attention towards the bull.

It had walked over and grabbed a large piece of ruble and threw it towards me. I jumped and rolled out of the way but in that process i had left the classroom and was now in the open courtyard. ROAR! I turned my head to see the bull starting to walk towards me. I turn and run. As I'm running I can hear the thump thump of the bull chasing me. I quickly come up with a game plan to take this thing down. I start running toward a large rock in the middle of the large courtyard. I soon arrive at the rock and turn around, patiently waiting for the right moment. Aaaaaaaand now! I dove to the side just as the bull was stupid enough to lower its head and charge. Long story short, that bull got one hell of a headache.

The bull had ran straight, head first into the giant rock. I got up and smiled. I did it! I killed the monster! And no, I was wrong. The bull just was dazed. It got back up and caught me by surprise. Before I could run, it had me by the neck. It held me up to its eye level and I saw how much hatred was behind those two red eyes. It slowly started to tighten its grip on my neck, slowly choking me. My vision started to get blurry and my thoughts were getting cloudy. And then, I heard it. Some girls voice yelling "Leo, blast it!"

That's when something weird happened. Fire exploded across the back of the bull, causing it to stumbled and slightly loosen its grip on my neck. I take a huge gasp of air before I felt the bull resume its tightening of its grip on my neck. But just when I was about to give up hope, I felt something weird. I felt something forming in my hand. I felt like a long heavy stick with a leather handle. I saw fire explode across the bulls back, this time, when it loosened its grip for a second, I swung the stick.

Next thing I knew I was on the ground. I look up and see the bull roaring in pain, clutching its arm that is severed at the elbow, with what seemed to be golden dust streaming out of it. I then do something stupid. I stood straight up and stabbed the bull in the chest with the stick. The bull froze and slowly dissolved into golden dust, covering me head to toe in it. I was shocked to see that I wasn't holding a stick, but a glowing blue, green, and bronze sword. The last thing I heard is the same girl's voice saying, "Percy catch him!" before I blacked out.

*LINE BREAK*

I woke up and found myself laying in a bed in some tent like building that I had never been in before. I slowly got out of bed and found myself in what seemed to be a small makeshift hospital. An infirmary maybe? But my train of thought was interrupted by a middle aged man in a wheelchair appearing in the doorway.

"Ah, you've woken up. We were wondering how long it would take for you to come too." the man said.

"How long was I out?"

"Ah only a day."

"A whole day?"

"Yes. Your fight with the minotaur took a lot out of you. Luckily, Percy, Annabeth, and Leo were there to take you safely back here."

"And where exactly is here?"

The man smiled, his old and wise eyes twinkling, as if he's been waiting for this question. He simply said, "Follow me and I'll show you. I followed him out of the doorway and the sight shocked me to say the least. The man turned towards me and said, "Welcome, to Camp Half-Blood."