This is the very first chapter of A Rueful Wish! I hope you like it.



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When the gods wish to punish us they answer our prayers – Oscar Wilde



I stared in front of the burning shroud numbly.

This shouldn’t have happened.

It should have been me. Not him. He had a future. He was going to go to college. He had a girlfriend. He had a plan for the rest of his life. I didn’t.

Beckendorf should have survived.

It should be my shroud burning right now. Not his.

I slowly walked away from the fire, leaving Annabeth there behind me. I can’t even process the fact that Beckendorf is gone. He was an awesome guy and nice to everyone. He was our best builder in camp. I don’t know how we’re going to survive the war without him.

This has been the worst day ever. I mean, it started out great. Rachel and I were just hanging out in Paul’s car at the beach when Blackjack suddenly lands on the car with Beckendorf on his back. Beckendorf and I then had to ride off and destroy a monster infested ship. Unfortunately, Beckendorf didn’t make it out. He should have. I should have stayed and got him out even if it meant risking my own life. Beckendorf has things to live for, I don’t. At least not yet.

Maybe that’s what scares me most about the prophecy. I’m only fifteen. I haven’t even gotten a chance to live my life yet. I have so many things left to accomplish. I-I want to get my driver’s license. I want to have a girlfriend before I’m old enough to be a grandparent. I just want to live.

But it’s hard. Being a demigod is hard. It’s hard enough being a demigod of a regular god but try being a son of one of the Big Three. That’s even harder. Especially when you have a prophecy hanging over your head. I don’t want to die yet. But by next week it will most likely be my shroud that the camp is burning. I walk into my cabin and lay on my bed.

As if my life couldn’t get any worse, Annabeth and I also got into a fight. Lately it feels like we can never stop fighting. And most of the time it’s about my hating Luke or her hating Rachel. It’s like one second we will be getting along perfectly fine and the next we’ll be fighting worse than Artemis and Apollo. These last few months I was really hoping that we could eventually get passed this wanting to strangle each other phase. Only apparently I’ll never be able to because I won’t make it passed the war.

Sometimes I can’t help but think what my life would be like if I wasn’t a demigod. I mean for one I wouldn’t have a prophecy about my death hanging over my head. I wouldn’t know about any Camp Half-Blood. I wouldn’t worry my mom and Paul twenty-four seven. I could be a normal teenager for once. I wouldn’t have ADHD or Dyslexia for another. I could have a sibling or two. It just seems like life would be better for me if I was mortal. Life would be better if I wasn’t a son of Poseidon.

I mean, sure, I would miss the things I have gained from this life. Like the knowledge on how to survive. Or the friends I’ve made. I would miss Chiron, Grover, Thalia, Nico, Tyson, and Annabeth – especially Annabeth. I mean we haven’t always had bad times. We’ve had plenty of good times too.

Either way, I can’t help the part of me that wants to be mortal. My life would just be so much easier. I’ve never had an easy life. Even when I was a kid, I had to deal with the strange things happening to me. Not only that but I had to watch my mom struggle to raise me by herself. Maybe if I was mortal then she could have gotten married earlier without the worry of monsters finding me.

I sighed and rolled over to take a nap.

“I wish I was mortal,” I mumbled tiredly before drifting to sleep.

As I slept I heard the familiar voice of Kronos speak in my mind.

He spoke, “Don’t worry young hero. Your wish is my command.”

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A mind that is stretched by a new experience can never go back to its old dimensions – Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.



I opened my tired eyes and immediately winced from the pounding in my head. I sat up, blinking so my eyes could adjust to the light of the sun that was shining through my window. I look at the alarm clock on my nightstand and see that it’s already noon.

I lazily get up and make my way to the kitchen. I walk in to find my dad making breakfast. My dad, Paul, was an English teacher at the high school I attend. He has salt and pepper hair and brown eyes.

“Morning, son,” he said to me when he saw me.

“Hey, where’s the Aspirin?” I groaned.

“Why do you need Aspirin?” My mom asked, walking in.

My mom, Sally, is a novelist. She writes fantasy, mystery, and high school romance novels. I think she’s basically hoping to get her inspiration for her stories from her kids. Today her curly brown hair was in a ponytail and her green eyes flickered with life. My mom hasn’t exactly had an easy life. Her parents died when she was five, and she had to live with an uncle that was never really there for her. When she was a senior he got sick. She has to quit school in her senior year to support him. After he died, mom went back to school to get her diploma. Then she worked hard until she had enough money to go to Community College which is where she met my dad. After college they got married and a few years later had me. Not long after Hilary joined the family. Then Carson was added.

“I have a headache,” I told mom.

“Uh-oh, someone has a headache again,” Hilary said walking in.

“What do you mean ‘again’?” I asked her.

“Are you serious?” She looked at me like I was nuts.

I nodded unsure.

“Percy, you used to get headaches all the time,” mom said. “They would just appear out of nowhere. The doctor would always say that they were caused from all the nightmares you used to have.”

“Nightmares?” I asked.

Mom nodded, “You’d always wake up in the middle of the night screaming about monsters.”

“I don’t remember,” I muttered deep in thought.

Mom walked to one of the cabinets and pulled out a first aid kit. She handed me a bottle of Aspirin. I screwed the top off and took two pills. I tossed them in my mouth and drank some orange juice. As I ate breakfast I studied my sister. Hilary is thirteen and is in Seventh Grade. Hilary’s brown hair was in curls today and her brown eyes were large. The same thing about Hilary, Carson, and I is that we all have the same messy, brown hair. But Hilary is the only one with brown eyes while Carson and I both have green eyes.

Just then Carson walked in.

Carson is eleven years old and is in Fifth Grade. Sometimes it’s hard being five years older than my brother and three years older than my sister. I am fifteen and am a Sophomore at Goode High School. Luckily, though, it is summer, so none of us have to go to school.

I went back to my bedroom to get dressed. I threw on some jeans and a shirt. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth then ran my hand through my hair to mess it up better. I grabbed my cell phone from the charger then headed back into the kitchen for breakfast.

“So what are you all going to do today?” Mom asked us.

“I’m going to meet Henry, Jake, Erin, and Rachel at the skate park,” I said.

“Can I go?” Carson asked hopefully.

“No,” I said sternly. Because Carson is younger than me, he likes to follow me around. He’s constantly asking to hang out with me and my friends or trying to sneak into my bedroom to be with us. It’s quite annoying actually.

“Why not?” He whined.

“Mom, tell him he is not coming with me,” I begged.

My mom paused. “Someone has to watch him.”

“No way!” I said annoyed. “I’m not watching him!”

“Well, I have a meeting with my editor and your father is teaching summer school today so either you or Hilary have to watch him,” mom announced.

“I’m going shopping with my friends at the mall,” Hilary said. “He’ll get bored fast.”

“I’m not taking him,” I told her. “I’m older anyway so you have to do what I say.”

“Nu-uh,” Hilary shook her head.

“Why can’t he stay home?” I asked my parents. “I was home alone when I was eleven.”

“Me too,” Hilary spoke up.

“We just don’t think it’s a good idea,” dad said.

“No, you just want to baby him so you’re pushing him with us!” I argue standing up. “He’s not going to be with me so you figure something out!”

With that last word, I slam the door of the apartment and go to meet my friends.

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Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment - Buddha



As soon as I got outside, I hopped onto my skateboard and rode to the skate park. I got there under ten minutes. I easily found my friends and skated over.

I have four specific best friends: Henry Nickels, Jake Rogers, Erin Anderson, and Rachel Dare. Henry has neat black hair with brown eyes. He’s fifteen and about 5’6”. We have been friends since Fifth Grade. Jake has curly blonde hair with blue eyes. He has a tan is a stereotypical Californian. He’s 5’4”, sometimes we joke that he hasn’t hit puberty yet. We became friends when he moved here from (big surprise) California in Eighth Grade. Erin has straight, long brown hair and hazel eyes. She’s an average of 5’5” and is already sixteen. We’ve been friends since we began high school. And last but not least is Rachel. Rachel is actually more than a friend. She has really, curly bright red hair and bright green eyes to match. She’s about the same height as Erin and is also sixteen. We’ve been friends since Kindergarten but we only began dating last year.

“Hey, guys,” I greeted, stepping off my skateboard.

“Hey,” Rachel said. I smiled at her and gave her a kiss.

“What? No kiss for me?” Henry joked.

I chuckled and shook my head. “Ask your girlfriend for one,” I advised, gesturing towards Erin. They both blushed and looked away from each other. They both obviously like each other but are too afraid to admit it. And they better get together soon or else they’ll be – as Rachel likes to say – “Friend-Zoned”.

“Come on, let’s go skate already,” Jake groaned. I nodded in agreement.

“Fine,” Henry agreed.

The three of us took off on our skateboards while the girls stayed behind to sit on the side lines. We climbed the ladder on one of the bigger ramps to skate on. Jake went first. He’s been dying to master this new trick, the pop-shove. He wants to skate to the top of the opposite ramp, do a 180 at the top, then land safely back on his board.

Henry and I are nervous for him. Jake isn’t one to think ahead, especially when it comes to getting hurt. So we try to reason with him as much as can but he’s determined to do this. We just hope he doesn’t get hurt in the process. Heck, he wouldn’t even wear his helmet unless we made him (which we do).

Jake attempted his new trick a couple of times but just like every other day, he wipes out. He cursed and angrily climbed back up the ramp. Henry and I both know better than to try and talk him down from his anger so I took my turn to go.

I’m not as experienced as my friends are when it comes to skateboarding. I mostly just do it to keep in shape for my school time sports: basketball in the fall, swimming in the winter and baseball in the spring. It is a fun thing to do though. It is really cool when you go at a fast speed and feel like you’re flying when you’re in the air. You just feel so powerful and free and proud of yourself when you accomplish a trick.

For at least two hours the three of us only skated. When we were finally done the five of us agreed to go get lunch. We went to the Old Time Diner. The Old Time Diner is this really cool diner that was decorated to look like it was from the fifties. It had a lot of the black-and-white, the steel booths, and even a juke box. They also had the best food and shakes.

We all happily dug into our food when it was brought to us. I was sipping my chocolate shake when something outside caught my attention. I glanced outside and froze. Across the street was a kid with curly brown hair and was wearing a rainbow style Rasta cap on his head. That wasn’t the only thing I noticed, however. He walked with a weird limp but he didn’t have any type of crutches. Suddenly the kid tensed; he turned and looked me right in the eyes. His eyes narrowed at me as if trying to figure out who I was. For some odd reason he looked strikingly familiar. The harder I thought about it the more I noticed my headache coming back.

I jumped when Jake smacked my head. I glared at him and threw a fry in his direction before looking back at the window only to find the kid gone. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion but he was nowhere in sight. I turned back to my friend but noticed Rachel was looking out the window as well. Only her expression was confusion and slight fear.

I nudged her foot lightly with mine, making her jump at the sudden contact. “You okay?” I asked her worried.

She gave me a thin smile and nodded. “Yeah, I’m perfect.

I knew she was lying but I didn’t argue with her. The rest of the day was filled with all of us chatting and laughing away. We all paid and left around six. When you’re in New York at night it’s always best to walk in pairs. Jake lived in the apartments across the street so we just watched him until he made it into the building before splitting off. Henry walked Erin home and I took a cab with Rachel.

When we pulled up in front of Rachel’s building, we gave each other a kiss goodbye before she got out of the cab. She offered to give me cab fare but I denied it. It was about a ten minute drive until I got back to my apartment. I paid the cabbie and got out. When I walked in, I found mom and dad sitting on the couch watching some romance movie. Hilary was sitting on the chair next to them reading a book and Carson was laying on the ground playing a game on his DS.

“Hey, Percy,” mom greeted. “Do you want to join us?”

I shook my head, and said, “Nah, I’m just gonna go to my room.”

When I got in there, I automatically went to look at my shelves. On them were all the trophies I’d ever won. I had about forty trophies all together. But as I looked at them something felt off. Something always has.

Ever since I was a kid, I’ve had a feeling that I should be different in some way. Almost like I was meant to do something else but I could never figure it out. It’s kind of as if I was supposed to have a different life. Only I have no idea what that different life is.

I shrugged, pushing my confused thoughts to the back of my mind.

I grabbed my laptop off my desk, moving it to my bed and began to surf the internet for a couple hours. Five search engines and sixteen YouTube videos later, I was exhausted. I looked at my alarm clock and saw that it was midnight. I turned off my bed lamp and set my laptop on the ground.

I went to bed not knowing about the crazy dream I was about to have.

In my dream, I was running on a long gravel road. I was in the middle of nowhere. The night sky was full of rain clouds and thunder rumbled through the sky. There were flashes of lightning so close that I was threatened to get electrocuted.

Up ahead, I was an old Camaro being flipped and thrown across the road by some type of huge monster. I couldn’t see it clearly through the darkness. I ran forward but my feet halted at the sight. I saw my mom, the kid from outside the diner, and strangely enough me. Only I looked about Carson’s age. The other kid was about the same. My mom, though, looked older. Much older.

We set the kid on the ground and mom told me something. But I couldn’t hear anything. I could only watch. It was like some type of silent movie. My mom ran towards the monster a couple of times, but eventually she began to grow tired. The monster then caught her by the throat.

The next thing I knew, my mom was disappearing in a shred of light.

The strangest thing then began to happen. My younger self began to run towards this monster. I watched shocked as he . . . or I jumped onto the monster and yanked off a horn then thrust it into him.

The monster then disappeared in the same shred of light, while I fell to the ground.

I awoke sweating. My breath was laborious and my heart was pounding.

I could already feel another headache forming.

What is wrong with me?

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A life spent making mistakes is not only honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing – George Bernard Shaw



It’s been two weeks since I’ve had that weird dream and I haven’t gotten another. I was thankful for that. I don’t know what is wrong with me. I’ve never had dreams like this before . . . or I may have, I just don’t remember them.

I’ve had an excellent summer. Mom and dad took me, Hilary, and Carson to the Hamptons for a week. We rented a cabin from an old friend of my mom’s. It was amazing and truth be told, none of us wanted to return home.

Today though, I was meeting Erin, Henry, Jake, and Rachel at the skate park again. Unfortunately, though, this time I had no choice but to bring Carson with me. I, grudgingly, slowed down on my skateboard so he could keep up with his roller blades. It took twice as longer than usual to get there.

When we arrived, my friends didn’t say anything when they noticed Carson behind me. And for that I was grateful. Rachel and I kissed then I greeted the rest of my friends.

“You go skate.” Rachel nodded towards Carson. “I’ll keep an eye of him.”

“Really?” I probably sounded way too hopeful.

“Yeah.”

I kissed her again, and muttered, “Thanks.”

“Carson, I’m going to skate. You stay here,” I ordered.

“I want to go!” Carson argued.

I gave him a firm “older brother” look and said, “No. You can skate around here, but stay in sight. Okay?”

He nodded, reluctantly, but he agreed.

“Good,” I said before grabbing my skateboard.

Jake and Henry were already at the top so I just had to climb up. We each skated for a bit until it was my turn. I kept an eye on Carson as Jake and Henry skated, I couldn’t help it. As much as I’d like to ignore him, I can’t. He’s my brother and I’d be grounded for life if anything happened to him.

Finally it was my turn.

I was putting on my helmet. I had one foot on the ramp and one on my skateboard while my hands worked on my helmet. My eyes were focused on Carson, though. He was currently skating on the smoother and flatter areas of the ramp. Suddenly, I noticed he got just a little bit too close to the edge of the ramp.

“Carson!”

Only it wasn’t Carson who fell down the ramp.

It was me.

“Percy!”


~RACHEL~

Horry filled me as Percy fell down the ramp.

Erin, Carson, and I ran onto the ramp as Henry and Jake slid down from the top.

“Percy!” Carson sounded panicked. Carson reached out to touch him, but I warned, “Don’t touch him.”

“Rachel, we need to call an ambulance. It looks like Percy hit his head.” Jake lifted his hand from behind Percy’s head. His hand was covered with Percy’s blood.

Erin moved to call the police, meanwhile, I gave Jake my hoodie and he rested it against Percy’s head wound to catch the bleeding.

The longer we waited, the paler Percy looked.

“Why won’t he wake up?” Carson sobbed.

“He will. Don’t worry,” I said, but we all had a reason to worry.

What felt like five hours later, an ambulance, finally, arrived at the skate park. They placed Percy on a stretcher and carried him into the ambulance. The paramedics allowed Carson and I to ride with them, everyone else agreed to meet us at the hospital.

It was a fast drive to the hospital. When we arrived, they immediately wheeled Percy inside to go look at his head. Carson and I went to the waiting room, where I called Sally and Paul. Henry, Jake, and Erin came into the waiting room just as I hung up the phone. Sally, Paul, and Hilary arrived shortly after.

“Mom!” Carson cried, yelling towards his parents.

“What happened?!” They demanded.

“It’s my fault,” Carson said.

“I’m sure it’s not sweetie,” Sally tried to calm her son, but he shook his head.

“No, it’s true. I wasn’t paying attention. I was going to fall down a ramp, but Percy yelled at me to move and then he fell. It’s really is my fault,” Carson admitted.

Neither of their parents said anything. They just hugged their son, trying to calm him down. Hilary had tears in her eyes as she watched her family.

“Percy Blofis,” someone said suddenly.

We all looked up to find an Asian looking doctor, wearing a white lab coat and carrying a clip board, looking around the waiting room.

“That’s us,” Paul said, breaking himself from his wife and son, he left to talk to the doctor.

Paul returned shortly after with a neutral expression. “Percy is going to be just fine,” Paul announced. Everyone let out a sigh of relief. “He just hit is head a little too hard on the pavement which caused the bleeding. They want to keep him overnight for observation, but we can take him home tomorrow. His memories may be a bit foggy for a while but he should be perfectly fine.”

“You guys go see him,” I said, and then gestured to the rest of us, “we’ll see him tomorrow.”

“Are you sure?” Sally asked. I love Sally. Even before Perce and I were dating she’s always been there for me. She is the mom I’ve always wanted, since mine is never around.

I gave her a small smile and nodded. “It’s fine.”

“Get home safely, okay?” She came over and hugged me. I hugged her back nodding again.

With that the Blofis’s went to find Percy’s room, while the rest of us left for home.


~PERCY~

Everything had come back to me: all the memories, all the emotions, all of the lessons that Kronos had suppressed deep in my mind had now returned. I can’t believe I made that wish. I actually wished to be mortal and Kronos happily granted it because it would get me out of the way so he could rule.

I’m so stupid. I remember everything. And I miss everything. I miss my friends. I miss the adventures. I miss camp. I miss my cabin. Most importantly, and embarrassingly, I miss Annabeth.

She would kick my butt if I told her what I did. But that’s not important now. Now I have to make a choice. Do I stay and enjoy my new life or do I go back and reclaim my old?

Both choices are anything but easy. I definitely rue this wish. Yeah, Annabeth taught me what rue means. It means regret, which I find funny because that’s Clarisse’s last name. Well, there have been times where I’ve regretted meeting her.

Anyway, getting off topic, I’ve definitely gained from this new life. For one, I actually have siblings now. Being an only child is never fun because you’re always alone. I love Carson and Hilary even if they do annoy me sometimes. The only sibling I have in my old life is Tyson, and most of the time he’s with dad under water.

Also, I have mortal friends here. All of my camp friends are amazing, but it’s nice to just get away from the mythology world once in a while. Only, I’m dating Rachel in this life. Rachel’s great and all. She’s a good friend, but I’m not sure if I’d actually date her in my old life.

Also there’s Paul. Since he met my mom, he’s been the father-figure I’ve been missing my whole life. He’s great. I really am beginning to think of him as a dad. He’s really good to have around during my teenage years. But here, he’s actually my dad. He’s been here for me my whole life. In this life I have a dad. In my old life I didn’t even know who my father was until I was twelve, and I didn’t even gain one until I was already fifteen. Its nice having a dad around that you can talk to. Too bad I can’t have it both ways.

In my old life, though, I already miss so much. I miss my friends: Grover, Nico, Thalia, Clarisse (even if we don’t admit it), Travis, Connor, Katie, Chiron, Will, and Annabeth. Especially Annabeth. I’d miss her constant spewing of facts that nobody cares about. I’d miss the way the clouds in her eyes show every emotion she’s feeling. I’d miss the way, she won’t admit defeat. I’d miss her. I’d miss everything about her. Honestly, I already do.

“Percy.” I opened my eyes to find mom and Pa-dad (force of habit), walking in.

“Hey,” I smiled weakly.

Mom came over and threw her arms around me. “Mom, I’m okay,” I told her.

“Are you sure? The doctor said you may experience some memory problems. Are you sure you’re okay?!” I could almost laugh, once a worried mom, always a worried mom.

“I’m fine,” I insisted. She nodded, kissing my forehead.

Dad then brought Hilary and Carson in. Hilary immediately crawled onto the bed next to me, and began sobbing into my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her, in a comforting-big-brother manner.

“Hils, I’m okay,” I said, into her hair.

“You’re my big brother, and you’re in the hospital. You’re not okay,” she argued.

“Hilary, I will be out of here, before you know it,” I informed her. “Then I’ll go right back to picking on you and you’ll go right back to being annoyed with me.”

Her laugh vibrated my shoulder. “True,” she said. She sat up and wiped the tears from her face.

“Now, I could have sworn that I had a little brother around her somewhere,” I said casually. I looked at Carson who was still standing by the door with my parents. “Get over here and join the sibling fest, squirt.”

“I can’t,” he whispered, not even fighting my calling him a squirt.

“Why can’t you?” I asked.

“Because it’s my fault you’re in here,” Carson replied. I stared at him as if he said, “I had an alien baby on the roof today”.

“Carson, it is not your fault,” I told him.

“Yes, it is,” he claimed. “If I had been paying attention, you wouldn’t have fallen.”

“Carson, if I had been standing on the ramp properly, and wearing my helmet, this wouldn’t have happened. It’s my fault not yours. I was the one who had one foot on the skateboard. I was the one who hadn’t put on their helmet yet. I was the one who wasn’t paying attention. It’s my fault. Mine. Got it?” He came over and joined Hilary and I on the bed.

Yeah, I’d definitely miss my siblings.




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Life is a song, sing it. Life is a game, play it. Life is a challenge, meet it. Life is a dream, realize it. Life is a sacrifice, offer it. Life is love, enjoy it – Sai Baba



It’s been two days since I got out of the hospital. I have no idea what to do. Do I go back to my old life or stick with my new one? I can’t decide. This is probably the hardest decision I’ve ever had to make.

I still can’t believe what I did. It’s the stupidest mistake I’ve ever made and probably ever will make. It’s hard to believe that I didn’t even recognize Grover when I saw him the other day. I sat on my bed with my head in my hands. I sighed, lifted my head and setting my chin on my hands.

I know.

I know what to do.

I know what I want to do.

I know what I need to do.

I know what I have to do.

Life is never easy and this is not going to be an exception.

I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contacts until I found the one I need. I pressed call and lifted it to my ear, waiting.

Suddenly, the call was answered. “Hey, it’s me. I need your help.”


***

“Thanks for meeting me,” I sat down at the café table with my backpack at my feet. After I made the call I packed everything I thought I’d need in my backpack and came to the Empire Café. It’s a coffee and sandwich shop about a block from the Empire State Building. In this life, my friends and I would always stop to get our coffees here before school.

“About what you told me on the phone . . . if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re crazy,” she said.

“I know,” I admitted, nodding. If I didn’t know any better I’d think I was crazy, “but it’s true.”

“I know,” she repeated.

“So are you going to help me?” I asked her, hopefully.

“I don’t know what you want me to do?” Rachel asked.

Yes, I called Rachel Elizabeth Dare. I figured that if anybody could even remotely understand my situation and still want to help me, it would be her. I know that she saw Grover when we were at the Old Time Diner. No matter how much she denies it. I know what’s wrong with her, and I also know she’s the person to help me.

“I just need you to help find some help,” I paused to make sure nobody was listening, “some demigod help.”

After I told Rachel what I remembered she was a bit freaked, but nonetheless agreed to help. So she understands what I mean when I say “demigod help”.

“Have you ever seen something you wanted to forget? Like someone using some weird power on the streets? Or someone fighting a monster in an alleyway?” I asked her.

Rachel thought about it, suddenly she stiffened as if remembering something important. Her bright green eyes widened in realization.

“You remember something?” I questioned.

“Come with me.” Rachel stood up, threw her coffee away, and walked out of the café. I picked up my backpack and copied her movement. We jogged down the streets of Manhattan for a couple blocks until I finally asked, “What do you remember?”

“I’m not sure,” Rachel said, “but I saw this in a dream last night. Hopefully it’ll help. In my dream, I saw a girl in an alleyway that was fighting a monster. She looked familiar to me. I don’t know why. I’ve never met her before. Hopefully she’s still there.”

We ran until we got to an alley between two fancy clothing stores. They were so expensive I probably couldn’t afford them in a million years. As I looked around the alley, I frowned. You’d think for being in between such nice stores the alley would look a little nicer. Only it didn’t. It was just like any other alleyway. The difference about this one is that there is a girl in it. She’s at the very end of it. I can’t see her face from the lack of light in the alley, but I could tell she was trying to arrange her sword into her bag. She must have just gotten out of a fight.

I took a deep breath as she began to walk this way. When she was about a quarter of the way to me, and I could tell who it was, I came into the alleyway.

She froze and put her sword in front of her. She looked me over as if to see if I was dangerous.

I looked into her familiar eyes and said, “I need your help.”

“Do I know you?” She asked.

“No, but I know you,” I told her. I told her everything, about me making the wish, my new lift, my old life, and wanting it back. When I finished, she looked at me scrutinizing.

“Why should I believe you? How do I know you’re not some monster in disguise?” She demanded.

“Stab me,” I said without hesitation.

“Excuse me?”

“If the sword goes through me that means I’m not lying and you can believe me,” I said. “And if it kills me, well, I’ll be dead so it won’t matter.”

She lifted her sword and thrust it towards my stomach.

“No!” I heard Rachel cry.

The first thing I thought after the sword went through me was: I’m not dead! The second was: That tickles.

I gave Rachel a reassuring smile, and then turned back. “See! I’m not lying. You have to help me, please!”

“What do you need?” She questioned. She still didn’t sound completely convinced, but enough to help me.

“I need to go to Camp Half-Blood,” I told her. “If there’s any way to reverse this, Chiron would know. I could get there myself, but I need help to get inside.”

“Alright. Hurry up.”

I turned back to Rachel as she went to go call a cab.

“Thanks,” I smiled at her.

“Anytime, just get your old life back,” Rachel told me. I nodded. “By the way, in your old life if you like me, tell me. If you don’t, then tell me. Okay? Don’t be an idiot, just be straight up.”

“I’ll remember that,” I said. I leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek, before pulling away.

“Times up, Lover Boy!” I heard.

“See ya.” I turned and began walking to the cab that was parked on the edge of the street.

“Hey!” I heard Rachel call out.

I turned back, and raised my eyebrow at her.

“Good luck,” She said.

I sent her one last smile before climbing into the cab.

I turned to the person next to me. “Hey, Clarisse. Thanks,” I said. “We’ve never been very good friends, but you’re willing to help me and that means a lot.”

“Oh, don’t get all mushy with me,” Clarisse snapped. “By the way, what’s your name?”

I burst out laughing, when I realized I never told her my name. I guess I expected her to remember. “Percy Jackson,” I informed her.

“Good to know,” She muttered, staring out the cab window as we began to drive through the countryside.

umm Good post BUT im pretty sure the sword should have hurt him? he isnt immune to bronze or mortal weaapons. both kill him...

that was a great post!! i agree w/ corrected though. it seems kinda weird that the sword wouldnt hurt him.
but anyways, cant wait for the next post!

Awsome post dont go on fanpop fir like 2 days and theres 2 new chappies

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Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated – Confucius



When we got to the road that led to Camp Half-Blood, the cab driver turned to us. “Are you sure you have the right address?” He asked. “There’s nothing here.”

“We’re sure,” Clarisse replied. She left the cab, leaving me to pay the man. I did, and then got out to meet her. We both climbed Half-Blood Hill to the top. Clarisse got into the camp without ease, but when I tried crossing the property line, it wouldn’t let me. Some type of force was keeping me from crossing the property line.

“Uh, Clarisse!” I called her. She was already beginning to walk towards the Big House, when she heard me call. I never expected to say this, but I said, “I can’t get into camp!”

Clarisse nodded realizing the truth. Mortals, just like monsters, aren’t allowed into camp without permission.

Clarisse climbed back up to the property line. She said, “I give you permission.” Suddenly the property line flashed a bright blue – I almost had to cover my eyes – before returning to normal.

I walked through the border line without problem and sighed with relief. We then walked to the Big House. We got to the porch to find it empty. It was a rare occasion when Dionysus was gone. We got into the Big House and walked into Chiron’s office, he looked up. He sent Clarisse a smile finally his eyes landed on me, confusion filled his eyes.

“Who are you?” Chiron asked confused.

“It’s a long story . . . but I need your help,” I told him. “My name is Percy Jackson and I made a terrible mistake.” I went into the story of what happened: My making the wish, getting my memory back, calling Rachel, finding Clarisse, all until now. He listened intently, nodding at certain parts of the story.

When I finally finished, Chiron decided to speak. “That is quite a story, but I have never heard of Kronos answering just any demigod’s wish before. No offense, but why would he care so much about you?”

“Because I’m not just any demigod,” I admitted. “I am a son of Poseidon, god of the sea, child of the Big Three. The Great Prophecy is about me, and Kronos wants to win the war so bad, that he succeeded in getting me out of the way. He’ll do anything to stop me. He’ll do anything to keep me from taking my life back. I need to know how to take back my life.”

“I have never seen this happen before with my own eyes, but I have heard rumors of similar occurrences happen before,” Chiron remembered. “Each time the only way to reverse the curse was so dangerous the curse was never abolished.”

“Well, how do you do it?” I pressed.

Chiron sighed before answering. “You must find the Doors of Janus.”

“The Doors of Janus?” Clarisse repeated. “I’ve never heard of those before.”

“That is because nobody knows the myth except for the gods and a select few,” Chiron answered. “In the early days of the gods, Janus and Nemesis dated for a while. To celebrate their relationship they invented the first anniversary. For their anniversary, Nemesis gave Janus a set of ancient doors that were able to reverse any curse, any wish, and any revengeful mistake; they also have the power to grant any wish. As Nemesis’ gift Janus gave her the location of where he would hide the doors.”

“Why hide the doors?” I asked.

“If the door’s location was revealed everyone would try to use them to solve their problems. Everyone would take the easy way out. Janus didn’t want that, neither did Nemesis. They wanted them to work to fix their mistake, not let it be easy, because then they’d use it for everything. They’d use it for something as simple as forgetting to milk the goat. The point is the doors are hidden and very hard to find,” Chiron finished.

“So if we find Nemesis we find the doors,” I realized.

“So where’s Nemesis?” Clarisse asked.

“First you must get a prophecy?” Chiron told her. “Since Percy is unable to get a prophecy, you will have to go visit the Oracle, Clarisse.”

She nodded and stood up. She walked up to the attic without turning back. As we waited, I asked Chiron, “So you don’t remember me either?”

“Not quite, but I do know what I have to do to help you,” Chiron said.

“What’s that?” I questioned.

Chiron wheeled over to the bookshelf that was in the corner of the room. The pushed a couple of books away to find a button on the back of the shelf, he pressed it and a section of the shelf opened up. He pulled out a small wooden box from the hide away hole. He wheeled himself back over to me, and handed me the box. I took it in my hands and opened it. Inside was a familiar ballpoint pen with the word Riptide written in Greek.

“Riptide,” I recited the familiar name.

“I take it you’re familiar with that weapon,” Chiron said.

I nodded. “You gave it to me when I was twelve, right before my first quest. I’ve had it since. How did you know to give it to me?”

“The Fates told me to give it to someone special. To someone who makes an impression and asks for my help. I have a feeling that person is you,” Chiron said.

“Thank you,” I said sincerely. I looked at him with wide eyes. “I don’t know what I would have done if you didn’t believe me.”

“You would have found a way to fix it. I have a feeling you always do,” Chiron smiled at me.

Just then Clarisse came down from the attic.

“What did the Oracle say?” Chiron asked her.

Clarisse took a breath then recited the prophecy.


Locate the ancient lake,
To undo the life that is fake.
From there unearth the hidden doors,
To take back what is yours.
Daughter of War to assist,
And prevent the inability to resist.
A wish to deplore,
While your answer lays among the shore.


With that prophecy, I knew we had a hard time ahead of us.

cool!! theyre going on a quest!!
cant wait for the next post!!!

You're making me go mad with all the suspense!!! :(

nice!

can u help a friend out and read this? link

Cool can't wait to read the next one

I take that back, you're KILLING me with all the suspense!!!

you need to post!! I need you to POST!!!

Shumbunny DO SHUMDING!!!

why is nobody here

because u r here

Gee thanks. You make me feel so welcome : P

@sugarpalstar Just so you know, you need to have a little more patience. Remember I am in my junior year, which is the hardest year in high school, I won't be able to post every day no matter how much I want to. Sometimes you'll have to go awhile without an update. Not trying to be rude, you just need to remember that. Trust me I was new on here once too and I still want some stories to be uploaded everyday but it just doesn't work like that. Sorry, please try and be a bit more patient.

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The truth is you don’t know what is going to happen tomorrow. Life is a crazy ride, and nothing is guaranteed – Eminem


I was sitting on the railing of the porch overlooking Camp Half-Blood. It was night and everyone’s gone to bed. Clarisse went to her cabin and Chiron’s letting me stay in the Big House for tonight. Clarisse and I would leave in the morning to begin our journey for Nemesis and the Doors of Janus.

“What do you see, child?” Chiron asked me from behind.

“My home,” I answered automatically. I finally asked the one question that’s been bugging me all day long. “Where’s Annabeth?”

Chiron sighed, stepping toward the railing in his horse form. “Annabeth left camp two years ago.”

“She left . . . alone?” I asked shocked.

Chiron nodded. “The death of Thalia and the betrayal by Luke became too much for her. She left, nobody has heard from her since.”

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, looking off at the canoe lake.

“Sorry for what, child?” Chiron asked.

“It’s my fault. In my life, Annabeth is safe and happy here at camp. I guess without me she just gave up,” I realized.

“You really care for Annabeth, don’t you?” Chiron questioned, watching me with knowing eyes.

I nodded refusing to look at him. “She’s my best friend. I’ve always been there for her and she’s always been there for me. We care for each other.”

“Maybe you care for her a little more than you’d like to admit,” Chiron suggested.

I could feel my face heat up in embarrassment.

Chiron really does know everything.

Chiron chuckled at my reaction.

“I may not remember you Percy, but I can tell that you care for my surrogate daughter an awful lot,” Chiron spoke truthfully. “I am going to give a crucial piece of advice. Life is short, so if you fix things I suggest you tell her, before it’s too late. Or else you may regret it forever.”

“How are we supposed to find Nemesis?” I asked him, changing the subject.

“Nemesis likes to stay at a place where she can bring revenge or luck to the people who need it,” Chiron informed me. “What’s one place where you can either win or lose something in a matter of seconds?”

“Do you mean gambling?” Chiron nodded. “Then Atlanta, Las Vegas, there’s plenty of big cities that are famous for gambling.”

“But Las Vegas is the biggest,” Chiron said.

“So we have to go to Nevada,” I said. I sighed before pointing out, “There’s one good thing about being mortal. I can fly.”


Clarisse and I left camp at eight o’clock the next morning. We bought our plane tickets and took the five hour flight to Nevada. Once we got off the plane, I signaled a cab and had him take us to a cheap Motel 6.

We then looked in the phone book for casinos or other gambling establishments. And that was no easy task. Do you know how hard it is to find a goddess in one casino in a city that’s full of them?!

It’s quite difficult.

After about half an hour of searching, Clarisse punched me in the arm roughly.

“Ow! What was that for?” I demanded, giving her a - Are you crazy? - look.

“Come look at this casino,” Clarisse ushered me other.

I rolled my eyes and reluctantly got up.

“And you couldn’t just tell me,” I mumbled annoyed.

“Oh, shut up, you big baby. Now get over here,” Clarisse argued.

I rolled my eyes once again but went over nonetheless. She pointed at one of the names on the casino list. The Lucky & Revengeful Casino and Bar. My eyes widened. It was run by the owner Nemesis Smith.

We found it, only there’s one small problem.

You have to be twenty-one to enter a casino and we’re both clearly sixteen.

This may be harder than I thought.

that was amazing!!! thnx for posting! luved it!!
cant wait for the next chapter!!

AWESOME POST!