[A/N: Hey guys, wassup? So, I've decided to let the book play out, and we'll see where it goes. (Man, you people really want Luke to be good.) But there will be a few things.

1) There will not be Pertemis. There is something wrong with that ship... (though Perzoe is still on the table)

2) The new kid means almost nothing to the story. I just needed Percy to fight the Minotaur.

3) This will not follow the plot of the books. there will be similarities, but nothing extreme.

Now that you have a fair warning, on with the show! (story?)]
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June 15, 2012. 15:11

Percy had a dream. Not a good dream, but a demigod dream. Those are always bad. Percy was standing in the centre of a field of chaos. Trees were in flames, the ground was charred, and a lake burned with magical Greek fire. On one side was a small group of armed and armoured humans. Demigods most likely. Some stood defiantly, but most just looked tired and defeated. On the other side... On the other side was a massive group of monsters. Hellhounds, dracenae, telkhines, giants of many groups (thankfully not the immortal ones), and a disturbing number of humans.

Percy was bombarded by voices from both groups, "Support...left flank." "Watch for Castellan!" "Hellhound three o'clock!" "Crush them!" "Traitor!" And the worst, a voice almost like a knife scraping across a stone, "Jackson's mine."

That last comment woke Percy up. He jerked up so fast he knocked into the girl leaning over his bed.

"Ow!" She started, and then while holding her nose, "Lee, he's awake."

A head popped around the curtain, "OK, thanks Annabeth. Listens, can you hand him that nectar?"

The blonde mop-head then disappeared around the corner. Annabeth then turned back to Percy. She handed Percy a glass of golden liquid. Percy took it and drank it. The taste of a perfectly cooked rabbit flowed through him.

"Gotta love nectar." He says, and stands up.

"Wait!" Annabeth exclaims, "You just woke up! You shouldn't be moving around yet."

Percy stretches his hands over his head, and looks Annabeth, who'd just stood up, in her storm-gray eyes, "Daughter of Athena?"

Annabeth was taken back, "How did you?"

Percy takes one look at her incredulous face, and laughs, "Did you honestly think every demigod arrives here clueless?"

Annabeth blushes slightly. In truth, that was what she thought. This boy had just proved her wrong. She looks at Percy, who was now examining her.

"Where have I seen you before..." He mutters to himself, then shakes his head, "Doesn't matter. Nice to meet you. My name is Percy Jackson."

She takes the extended hand, "Annabeth Chase." She replies, "And welcome to Camp Half Blood."

At that moment, Lee pokes his head around the curtain again, "Hey, keep it down, I'm trying to work over here."

"Sorry." Percy replies, "We'll get out of your way."

Together, Percy and Annabeth leave the infirmary.

"Well, I guess you should meet Chiron and Mr. D." Annabeth says.

Percy nods, "Lead the way."

Annabeth leads Percy to the porch. There were three people sitting around a table, playing a card game. A middle-aged man in a wheelchair, a pot-bellied trailer park hobo in leopard skin shirt, and the satyr named Grover. When Percy and Annabeth got close, all three looked up.

Grover was the first to react, "You're that archer who saved me and Jonathan!"

Percy shrugs, "It was nothing."

"Nevertheless, thank you for that." The wheelchair-bound man says, "My name, is Chiron. I am the activities director here at Camp Half Blood."

Percy bows to him, "An honor, Chiron." He then turns to the trailer park hobo cherub, "Hello, Lord Dionysus."

"Ah, finally, someone who shows some respect." Dionysus replies, eyes not leaving his cards.

Chiron leans forward, "Exactly how much do you know?" He asks.

"About camp? Nothing. The mythological world? Enough to survive."

Chiron nods, the answer pleasing him.

"I'd love to stay and chat it up." Dionysus says, voice dripping with sarcasm, "But it seems its now time for me to have a talk with Grover. Again."

Grover starts shaking, "Y-Yes M-Mr. D."

The two get up and enter the farmhouse.

Chiron pits down his cards, and gazes at Percy intently with eyes three thousand years old, "You seem to know a lot about our world. Do you know you godly parent as well?"

Percy nods, "Poseidon." He says.

Annabeth gasps, "One of the Big Three! That's not good."

"Because of the Great Prophesy?" Percy asks.

The two gape at the young boy, and Percy realises he may have said too much. Chiron swallows, then says, "Annabeth, could you perhaps bring Percy's bag down to Cabin Three?"

"Yeah...sure Chiron."

Annabeth gets up and leaves. Once she is out of earshot, Chiron looks at Percy, "Tell me your story."

And so he does.

She he finishes, Chiron sits back in his wheelchair, "That is quite the story you'll have me believe."

"Let me make it easy on you. I swear on the River Styx that the story I just told you is the truth." Thunder rumbles.

Chiron waits a second, but no lightning comes down from above and kills Percy, "It seems you were telling the truth, my boy."

"Oh, and can we keep this between us?" Percy asks, "I'd rather not deal with anything that might come up because of this."

"Yes, that would be quite uncomfortable." He then shifts in his wheelchair, "Time for you to see the camp."

With that, begins to stand up out of his wheelchair, torso becoming longer as he stands. Percy steps back in mild shock. Standing in front of him was a centaur.

"Ah, it feels good to get out of there, come Percy."

Wordlessly, Percy follows the centaur.

There was quite a lot to the camp, as Percy soon found out. There was the Big House, stables, an open-air mess hall, amphitheatre, arena, forge, volleyball and basket ball courts, and the woods, "For capture the flag and monster hunts." Chiron explained.

The last items on The tour were the cabins. All twelve of them.

"Each one represents a different god?" Percy asks.

Chiron nods, "Exactly. You will be staying in Cabin three." He gestures to a low cabin seemingly carved out of coral. A bronze three hung over the doorway.

Sitting on the steps was Annabeth, reading an ancient Greek book on...Percy strained to look... architecture. When she noticed the two coming she jumped up and hastily put the book down.

"I um, wasn't sure if I was allowed to enter." Annabeth mumbled slightly.

Percy then notices that his bag was sitting on the grass next to Annabeth. He walk over and picks it up.

"It's fine." He said, "You really didn't have to do this. I could've carried it."

She shakes her head, "Don't worry. It was no problem."

"I have a master's archery class now. Annabeth, could you see to it that Percy is all squared away." Chiron says.

"Sure Chiron."

Chiron gallops off, leaving the two demigods alone. Percy shrugs his backpack over his shoulders, "So, this is my dad's cabin?"

"Yeah." Annabeth replies, "Why don't you put you bag inside. Then I'll show you anything Chiron forgot."

Percy open the door to the cabin, and is instantly bathed in she sweet scent of ocean breeze. He could swear that he heard the ocean. Shaking off the feeling, Percy puts his backpack right next to the door and closes it again, "Alright. What did Chiron miss?"

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[A/N: Nike's wing! That as a long chapter. So what are your guys' thoughts so far? If this is gonna follow a different plot-line, then there will be a new great prophesy. And I will be advancing the story eventually to when Percy is sixteen, so get ready for another time jump soon (not quite yet).

Vote. Comment. Keep being Awesome.

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