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posted by Kat-chan
hallo PJO FANS!!!! So, it’s that special time of the year, u all know what I mean. What u don’t? Well then I’ll tell you. It’s all of our favourite author’s B-day!!! ...Or at least it was when I started writing this...HAPPY BILATED BIRTHDAY RICK!!! So in his honour, I decided to post a fanfic after so many years. That’s why I’m currently sitting in front of computer in a CH-B T-shirt, jeans and sneakers drinking blue limonade (Go food colouring ^.^). This story (hopefully only this chapter) is co-authored with my friend skinneyjeans112. Please read her stories! Anyways, ENJOY!!!!!

DISCLAIMER: I unfortunately own nothing...

Ever’s POV
    I should have seen it coming. I had always known that I was a strange child. I did everything differently from everyone else. For starters, no matter how much I smiled sweetly, I always hated everyone. Also I had the strangest love of baseball bats even though I had never even seen a baseball game. And of course there was the fact that my mother always rushes me door saying, ‘Hurry up, of the big, bad monster’ll get ya!’ and I always take it seriously, even now, at thirteen years. It was obvious that something like this would happen.
You’re probably wondering door now, ‘what happened!?!’ Well, I’ll tell you.
It was July 23, summer holiday. I was at home pagina being my usual weird self; sleeping, watching videos, doodling demented creatures on a chalk board, etc. My balcony door was open, as always. The entire balcony was covered door a grill anyways, so I never really thought about it. It was too late in the dag to sleep, but I felt too lazy to do so much as get up to get my laptop. Instead, I just lay in bed, enjoying the feeling of the cool air blowing in from outside.
I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to block out the world. The world didn’t like that idea.
Just as I had gotten comfortable, there was a knock at the door. I decided to ignore it and let someone else get it. After a seconde round of knocking, I remembered that I was the only person home. My younger brother was at a friend’s house and my mother was at work. I stood with a groan and headed down the stairs in time to hear a third knock.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” I muttered, although I knew that I was the only person who could hear. I walked to the door and stared through the windows in it to look at two complete strangers.
There was a boy and a girl. The boy was fairly tall and older than me, about fifteen/sixteen. He had blonde hair and blue eyes, and was dressed in a purple t-shirt and jeans.
The girl, surprisingly, looked a lot like me. We had the same tan skin, the same athletic body type, the same brown hair. Well, hers was longer than mine, just past her shoulders while mine was only mid-neck. Other than that, the only differences were that she lacked my freckles and her eyes were hazel while mine were brown. She wore an oranje t-shirt which read ‘camp half-blood’ and jeans.
I opened the door a crack. “Can I help you?” I asked.
“Yeah,” zei the impatient looking girl. “You can grab the nearest keuken-, keuken mes and come with us.”
Now, I know what you’re thinking. Any sensible person would lock the door, call the police, and hide until they were gone. It’s the safest and most obvious thing to do.
I did the exact opposite.
No, I’m not retarded, and no, I do not have a death wish. There was just something about these people that made me want to trust them. And if I was wrong, I would have a knife, and they would be unarmed, at least as far as I could tell.
I grabbed the sharpest looking mes in the keuken-, keuken and pulled on a pair of converse. After a moment of thought, I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, scribbled down ‘I’m going out’ and left it on the table. Then I headed outside and left the door unlocked behind me.
“...I didn’t think that would work.” The girl muttered. “I thought she would have had the common sense to at least try to resist us...”
“Don’t mind her,” the guy told me. “She’s just upset because she never got the fight she wanted.”
“Am not!” the girl argued.
“Anyways,” the boy continued as if he hadn’t been interrupted, “please just come with us without resisting. We promise that everything will be explained soon enough.”
I followed them to the most amazing thing I’d ever seen. It was an actual Greek chariot, pulled door horses. Only, when I looked closer, I realised they couldn’t just be regular horses, because they had wings.
“Pegasi...” I breathed in awe as the others climbed into the chariot. The boy took the reins and looked at me expectantly.
“Are u getting in of not?” the girl asked irritably. I quickly got into the chariot and, with a flick of the wrist from the boy, we went airborne.
We sat there in awkward silence as we flew. Eventually, the girl muttered, “Leann.”
“Excuse me?” I asked, confused.
“That’s my name,” she said, “And the blondie at the pegasi is Jason.”
“I’m Ever.” I told her. “Where are u guys taking me anyways?”
“Camp Half-Blood,” Leann said, “a camp for people who aren’t entirely mortal.”
Jason sighed. “Leann, we went over this on the way here. Didn’t I tell u that u couldn’t just say it like that?”
“Yeah, but it’s just faster this way,” she replied, earning a glare from Jason. “Keep your eyes on the sky when you’re flying, Jason.”
“What do u mean door that?” I interrupted. “The non-mortal thing, I mean.”
“I mean,” Leann replied, “that one of your parents is a regular mortal, and the other one is an Olympian god. This makes u stronger than most regular mortals. It also means that a bunch of monsters are going to try to kill and/or eat you.”
“Leann!” Jason cried in protest.
“So you’re telling me that I’m only half human?” I asked in shock. “And I’ll probably be killed of eaten alive?”
“Most likely.” Leann zei emotionlessly. “But that’s what camp’s for. You’ll be trained so that when you’re attacked, you’ll be able to kill monsters before they kill you.”
“But not all gods are Greek.” Jason cut in.
“I was getting to that.” Leann replied grumpily. “We recently found out that there is also a Roman camp for Roman demigods. That’s where Jason is from. He’s the son of Jupiter, the Roman equivalent of Zeus.”
“Who’s your godly parent then?” I asked her.
“Ares.” She replied. “Greek god of war.”
That would explain her personality, I thought. “Who’s mine?”
“Undetermined.” Jason informed me. “You haven’t been claimed yet, and we won’t know until then.”
“So my dad’s a god, huh?” I muttered. We travelled in silence for the rest of the trip.
.        .        .
At first glance, the camp didn’t look like much. Just a heuvel topped with a tree, a big blue farmhouse, and a aardbei field. Nothing special. Then we flew past the top, boven of the heuvel and I realised how wrong I was. The first thing that caught my attention was that there was a dragon curled around the base of the tree. It seemed to be guarding some kind of magical wool of something. Also, the camp had a collection of strange things, including a vibrating rock climbing wall, an arena, an open-roof mess hall, and the most bizarre collection of cabins I’d ever seen.
We landed in front of the big farm house and got out of the chariot. Jason began undoing the harnesses while Leann led me towards the farm house.
“I’m going to introduce u to Chiron. Try to be polite,” she told me.
We entered the farm house and were greeted door the sight of two men. One guy was middle aged and in a wheelchair. The other was fat and grumpy looking. They appeared to be in the middle of some kind of card game.
“Good afternoon Chiron, good afternoon Mr. D.” Leann zei politely, acknowledging the two men.
“Yes, yes, hello Leon.” The fat guy, Mr. D, grumbled.
“Leann.” She muttered. “I thought I should introduce the new camper.” She nudged me.
“I’m Ever Cabot,” I introduced myself. “Pleased to meet you.”
Chiron smiled. “Welcome, child. I hope your journey wasn’t too troublesome?”
“Not at all,” I zei politely.
“Leann, why don’t u toon Ever around and tell her all about camp,” Chiron zei with a stern look in his eyes.
“Sure, Chiron,” Leann agreed, leading me out of the farm house.
On our way to the arena, where Leann wanted to start, we ran into a girl. She was perfectly tanned, with long, brown hair, and golden-brown eyes. She was average height for a fourteen jaar old. She was dressed in an oranje camp half-blood t-shirt, knotted at the bottom for a better fit, and blue Hollister shorts, with black boots.
“Oh, hallo Meg,” Leann said, smiling secretively. “I was just looking for you.”
“Oh, what for?” the girl asked. Her voice was soft and sweet, and when she looked at me, I felt the urge to fall on my knees and scream, ‘I’M NOT WORTHY!!!!!!!!!’
“Chiron wanted u to toon this girl around camp. He asked for u specifically.”
“No he didn’t,” I cut in. Leann quickly covered my mouth.
“Sorry about that,” she said. “She doesn’t know what she’s saying. The shock of this place, u know?”
She raised an eyebrow and smiled with perfect white teeth in suspicion. “Is that so? What did he ask u to do?”
“Oh, he asked me to take a nap. u know, fighting monsters and stuff is hard work and...bye.” She headed off towards the cabins.
Little miss perfect laughed and turned her attention to me. “I’m Megan Hale, but everyone calls me Meg. What’s your name?”
“I’m Ever Cabot,” I told her, trying hard to resist adding, ‘you’re highness’. "So umm, why am I here?" I asked hoping I didn’t sound stupid. Meg's face expression became meer serious and less cheery.
"We'll we are all demigods and this camp is like our only veilig place basically," she spoke as if it was common knowledge.
"What's a demigod?" I was almost positive she believed I was stupid. I always seemed to have that affect on all my teachers back at MK Academy, the school for mental unstable children. She took a small breath and let out a sigh.
"Didn't Leann explain this to you?" I recalled her talking to me about being half mortal but it had sounded so absurd that I had zoned out.
"I just don't really believe the whole ‘demigod’ thing.” I stated and looked down at my converse.
"Then why are u here?" I looked up and found her staring into my eyes intensely. I sub-consciously shuffled from one foot to the volgende and began to examine the area around me. There were aardbei fields everywhere. The strawberries where lush and dark red; looking at them made my stomach hurt. I wanted to grab hand full’s of them and stuff them down my throat as if my life depended on it.
"It sounded like fun," I zei and tried to give her a reassuring smile.
She chuckled for a moment, before suddenly becoming serious. Had I zei something wrong? I began to worry as the stifling silence seemed to deafen me.
We were interrupted door a boy who looked about 15. He had intense black eyes, shaggy black hair and pale, olive-like skin. He was wearing a black overhemd, shirt with a white skull on it and denim black pants with matching black Nike sneakers. He smiled at Meg and didn’t even acknowledge my existence.
He walked over to us and began to have a very ‘interesting’ conversation with Meg about the time he had almost died from eating poisonous berries. “Um, hello?” I finally blurted out, interrupting them.
“Oh, sorry,” Meg zei guiltily. “This is Nico di-Angelo, son of Hades. Nico, this is Ever.”
I looked him up and down. “You seem-“
But before I could finish door saying, ‘emo’, he interrupted me, saying, “Yes, I know, I’m gorgeous.” He immediately went back to talking to Meg. I automatically hated him, but I had to admit that he was cute, though I would never in my right mind let him know I thought that. I rolled my eyes and tapped Meg, who was laughing and twirling her hair, on the shoulder. She looked at me for a moment confused then seemed to remember what she had been doing just before emo boy showed up.
“Oh sorry Nico we’ll have to chat later. I’m tonen Ever around the camp, she’s new.” Meg stated and turned away. Nico gave me and deadly glare. I smiled mockingly just to annoy him. When we were walking away Nico stood there for a few moments and I took the opportunity to stick my tongue out at him and continued.
Just as we reached the arena a boy with blonde hair and green eyes ran in front of us. His face was serious and nervous looking.
“The oracle has requested to see Ever.”

That’s all for chapter one! Please make sure to review and u think. Encouragement = New chapters soon. ^^ REVIEW!
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posted by olympianglory
Olympia


She woke up in a hammock,a wet flannel on her forehead and tightly bandaged around her stomach.A glass of sweet smelling liquid sat on a tafel, tabel volgende to her.She was not going to drink that,she had vowed not to,but she felt so weak and she was thirsty... NO she screamed in her head u VOWED NOT TO AND u WILL KEEP THAT VOW. She sighed,she couldn't drink it,she wasnt drinking anything that they drank.Mustering all her strength, she got up but regretted it instantly. u have to get up, she thought but she knew she hadn't got the strength.Suddenly The boy Percy, a centaur and another girl walked in.she frowned,she knew that girl,but she wasn't sure where from...Then Percy asked her ''Umm, whats your name?''
'' My name,My name is Olympia Shadowforth.
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i just think that the way taylor has described thhe guy an dhis habits are just like percys ans .....i thought it would be cool if u heard/knew it tooo
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posted by Amphitrite
A/N: I do not in any way own the characters presented in this story, they belong to RIck Riordan. Furthermore I am no meer affiliated with R.R. than the man in the moon. This story was inspired door a cnversation on one of my artikels and is in no way a representation of the actual story told in the Lost Hero. The happenings in this story are based on some theories that I find interesting.


I stared blankly at the wall, where am I?
"Percy!? Percy?! Are u here?"
I could hear someone calling from somewhere outside of my prison. I could tell from the gruff voice that it had to be a guy. He sounded...
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u know how Percy remembers Annabeth how she is the reason he was doing everything in SON? This song shows how he's always with her and is always hers
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