(This takes place when Percy just turned 12, after his first quest with Annabeth and Grover. It's also when Harry's in his second year.)

Percy woke up to pitch black darkness. "What the?..."

"Do not fret, dear. You'll be meeting a friend of mine. Nothing to worry about, nothing at all." A warm, deep voice filled his ears and made him feel comfort.
"You'll meet someone when you wake, do not fear, do not fight."

Suddenly he found himself on the top of a hill. Below him was a lake, and to his right was a shack that looked exactly like the Damson's in Tartarus, only smaller. Beyond that was a huge castle, weaving its way through the valley that surrounded it and seeming to reach to olympus.

"Oy, who 'er you?" A gruff voice came from behind him. Percy spun around and instinctively reached his hand to his pocket for riptide. Only, instead of his pen, he pulled out a stick. It looked like a... A wand?
"No need fr' tha', boy." The man said, rubbing his eyes. He seemed the size of a Titan, but had the warm aroma of Chiron or most sytrs. He seemed... kind.

The man looked tired and he kept darting his eyes around, like he was searching for something.
"Yer seem lost. Let me take ye up to professors office." The man heaved himself up the hill. "I'm Hagrid, the ground keeper here. Yer an exchange student? Dumbleder' said there were some coming in." Hagrid trailed off.

"I-" Percy stuttered. "I'm Percy Jackson, and I have no clue what's going on here..." Percy said, completely confused.

"Yer got an English name but an American accent. Tha's funny." Percy couldn't tell through Hagrid's thick beard, but he seemed to be smiling.
"Come on now, lad. Dumbledore will explain everythin'." The giant pointed up to the castle and started walking.
"Ye must be a wizard, if you can see Hogworts. No muggles can..."

Percy looked up at Hagrid in confusion. "Wizards? Muggles? What, is this some kind of fairytale?" But as soon as it came out of his mouth, he new the answer. After all, if gods and goddesses were real, so could wizards.