AN: Hello, everyone! I welcome you to my second fanfiction, and if you're an old reader from The New Wielder, then Welcome Back! I will udpate my other story, just be patient. Right now, I'll focus on this one, beceause "The New Wielder" is nearly complete. Anyway, this will be a trilogy. I will definitely not overpower Percy...at all. But don't worry, our hero won't be a sissy. I really don't feel like writing : "Percy snapped his fingers, and turned Zeus to ashes..."
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of PJO. (This one is for every chapter, because I'm lazy and forgetful!)

Ouranos, the ex-king of the universe had reformed his consciousness. He wasn't displeased that his sons had overthrown him as he was finally free of being the father of all horrible monsters. For a moment he wanted to have revenge on Tartarus and Gaea, but he knew that it would annihilate humanity. So he decided not to.

Instead, the ancient entity decided to leave a son he could be proud of. A son who would represent him; and thus he went to Earth, to the modern world. He was very pleased by what he saw, as humans actually fascinated him. For some reason, he was impressed by their ingenuity. And then he fell in love with a mortal woman.

He sired a child, a demigod, which had never happened with any other Primordial Deity before. After having consulted his fellow Primordials Chronos and Ananke (and after having seen the future that awaited his new child), he concluded that staying out of his son's life would be the best thing to do. He left the mortal who had his heart in order to move himself into the Void. His human lover thought he was simply a mortal who'd left her life, and Ouranos knew it was better this way.

Sally Jackson, a recent widow, had given birth to her new son just two weeks before. Her husband had died very suddenly in a car accident, leaving her with a child to raise all by herself. She was now in her hospital bed, her baby sleeping in her arms, oblivious to the tough life awaiting him. The baby, a fine boy was now Sally's whole world. He had blue-white eyes, a rare color. She named him Perseus, or Percy for short. When Sally left the hospital, she lived with her son in a small apartment in Manhattan in New York City.

Sally worked in a candy shop, and made just enough money to live on. As little Percy grew up, he never knew what it meant to have a father. He had jet black hair, which was always messy, and blue-white eyes. He was tall and strong for his age, and he showed himself to be a 'trouble-maker'. When he was seven, his mom lost her job. Their already not-very-comfortable-life style had become much worse.

Sally was struggling nearly every day with life's numerous problems when a guy she knew, Gabe Ugliano became 'close to her', so to speak. A few months later she ended up marrying him. Gabe was nice to Percy for the first thirty seconds, but within one week he got Percy to hate him and Sally to doubt if she really had made the right choice by marrying him. A year after her wedding, Sally got a second job because Gabe barely, if ever, fed his family.

She sent Percy to a series of private boarding schools due to his ADHD and other dyslexia-related difficulties, but he was expelled from each school. Sally managed to obtain every scholarship dollar she could, just so her son could get an education and the help he needed to do it. And then Sally enrolled her son in The Yancy Academy...

END OF PROLOGUE

Percy - 13 years old. New York, September, 9th 2008.

Percy woke up in his bed sweating heavily. He'd just had another crazy dream, and like each one, he couldn't recall it. He looked at the clock - 6:27 a.m. He groaned and closed his eyes. Only three minutes before he actually, really and truly had to wake up. And just like always, he heard the alarm about three seconds after he closed his eyes, or so it seemed to him.

Percy got up and went to the bathroom. He washed his face and grabbed some clothes. He put them on and went downstairs. As always, he didn't find anybody. His "stepfather" Gabe was still sleeping, and his mother, exhausted from all her late-night work was sleeping in as well. Percy hated his "stepfather".

Gabe always slept until noon, and spent most of his time drinking beer or playing poker, often both. But his most defining trait was his horrible personal "aroma". To sum it up, Gabriel Ugliano was a stinking jerk. Percy wondered how Gabe even got any money, but he preferred not to know. Thankfully, Percy was going to a boarding school, so he wouldn't have to see his stinking "stepfather" for months.

Was he a troubled kid? Yes, you could say that. And you could take any moment of his life to prove it. Percy was never excited about what might happen in the future. He didn't have much ambition. He wasn't what you could call a slacker, though. Today was his first day at the Yancy Academy. He hoped he wouldn't get expelled this time. He never lasted more than a year in the same school.

Percy quickly ate his poor breakfast, two slices of plain bread and right before he got out, he heard his mother calling his name; "Percy!" His mom, Sally Jackson was, in her son's opinion the single greatest person in the world. He turned, his hand still on the doorknob and saw his mom yawning and standing before him. "Where are you going, without even saying goodbye?" she asked with a smile.

Sally was still wearing her work clothes from the day before, and her brown hair was a complete mess from having slept on the couch. But Sally was somehow always so wonderfully beautiful. "Hi, Mom. I was just going to school. I didn't want to wake you up," he replied. His mother walked to him and hugged him in a tight embrace. "I'm gonna miss you," she said, her voice shaking.

Percy heard the quaver in her voice and saw the moisture in her eyes."Me too. But I guess I gotta go," he replied, hugging her back. She let go of him, and Percy opened the apartment door. He heard a quiet "Bye," behind him, and his mom closed the door. Percy sighed and went down the stairs. Once he was out of the building, he jumped into the first taxi he found. "Where ya goin', kid?" asked the taxi driver as Percy entered the cab. "Yancy Boarding Academy, it's-," the driver cut Percy off with, "Don't worry, I know New York better than...well, I just know it."

The driver grinned at Percy in the rear-view mirror, and Percy couldn't help but smile back. Looking up through his apartment's window, he saw no sign of his mom, but he guessed that she'd either gone back to sleep or started cooking breakfast. As the streets flashed past, Percy leaned back on his seat and closed his eyes. He had a terrible headache, and the closed-in air of the car and the familiar noises of good old Manhattan did nothing to ease it. "Tough day, starting school and all?" It was the taxi driver. "You bet," replied Percy, his eyes still closed. "Well, you'll see school ain't that bad when yer finally all grown up; grown up and get a good job," continued the cabby.

"I guess you're right, and- OH GOD WATCH OUT!" Percy yelled! The car came to a screeching halt, and the driver turned to Percy, seeing nothing there, but startled. "Jesus, you almost gave me a heart attack, kid! What the heck is wrong?" he said wheezing in shock. When Percy didn't answer, the cabbie said loudly,"HEY KID; what's up?"

Percy couldn't speak; his eyes were as wide as dinner plates as he stared through the windshield. He had seen... something... blocking the road. Something utterly massive, and he had instinctively shouted. The cabbie stuck his head through the window, honked twice and drove on. "I guess you really have sharp eyes," he said, looking at Percy from the rear view window? "It was a small dog. I would have killed the poor thing if you hadn't yelled." "Well, thank God for my sharp eyes," managed Percy, still trying to process what he saw.

The driver shrugged, and Percy leaned back. There had been something bigger than just a dog blocking the way, but it wasn't the first time this sort of hallucination had happened to him. Like just two years ago, during classes... Percy brushed that thought away. No need to dwell on how he had caused his own expulsion two years ago, or on his hallucinations or whatever they were. To Percy,those were as normal as the deja vu moments people often talk about, and he had long before decided to classify them as caused-by-tiredness-and-imagination.

"There we are, kid," said the driver as the car stopped. Percy thanked him and, before he could get out, the driver stopped him. "Reminds me, you didn't tell me your name," he said. Percy hesitated for a short moment; after all, his mom often told him not to trust strangers. But something in the cabbie's voice, probably his honest curiosity, told Percy he could make an exception just this once. "Percy," replied the boy, right before adding, "and I should call you...?" "Randall. I guess I gotta get going, and you should probably go before you're late." Percy smiled, and after paying and getting out, he heard Randall say: "You keep watchin' out fer them crossing dogs for me, Percy," to which the boy replied with a wave. A second later, the cab was speeding away. Percy turned his attention to his new school and felt a mix of anxiety and...well, nothing else; just plain anxiety.

It was similar to all the schools he ever went to, but he felt different about this one. He easily found the dorm; a girl showed him where it was. Arriving there, he put his bags beside an empty bed and sat down. He looked around him; it was a pretty simple arrangement. Beds were arranged in straight lines, and there was a small table next to each one. Percy sighed, and the bell anouncing the beginning of his first class rang.

He entered his class, sitting at an empty spot and he paid so little attention that the teacher had to yell his name three times. "Jackson, Percy!" "I'm here," he said, blushing. The teacher, an old woman, gazed at him and then continued the calling. After every student had answered, the class started. Percy felt his attention drifting more and more with every minute. His mind kept drifting from one subject to another...his mom...the thing he saw earlier...his lousy drunk of a stepfather...and before he knew it that first class, algebra was over.

The rest of the morning was pretty normal; Percy was ignored by most of his schoolmates, but he didn't care. At lunch, he sat alone, and didn't notice the teenager who was sitting and staring at him anxiously. As he was eating, the same guy came over to him and sat beside him. "Hi," he said in a squeaky voice. "My name is Grover Underwood." Percy gazed at the dark skinned guy in front of him. He had curly brown hair, a small goatee and he had crutches leaning against his chair.

"Um...Hi, I'm Percy; nice to meet you." Grover gave him a shy smile, and started eating his lunch. "So... what school did you go to last year?" he asked, chewing his apple.

"Goode," replied Percy. "It's very far from here."

"Yeah, I heard of it...why did you come here?" Percy's expression darkened.

"I...ahem...I wasn't...allowed to continue there," he muttered quietly. Grover didn't seem to be taken back, and continued. "And...why, may I ask?" Percy didn't answer. He had no particular urge to tell everybody he never lasted long in the same place,so he just shrugged.

"Yeah, well, don't worry, you're gonna like it here," Grover said confidently. Percy looked at him, and he shrugged again. "Maybe." Grover didn't say anything else, but he had finished his lunch and he was staring at Percy's untouched sandwich with something like envy and shame. "Go ahead, I'm not really hungry. Besides, I don't like cheese," said Percy with a little smile. "You sure?" asked the bearded teen, and he proceeded to frantically start devouring the poor sandwich at Percy's nod.

For the remainder of their short break, the two boys chatted over random subjects and had already started to bond.

As he was going to his next class, admittedly late because he had the arrogance to think he could find his way alone on the first day, Percy bumped into a girl. She fell on the floor, and complained loudly. "Oh, I'm so sorry! Didn't mean to," Percy stuttered, and helped her get up. She looked at him angrily, but her anger seemed to lighten.

Percy looked at her; she was a head shorter than him, pretty much like everyone in his class. She was wearing jeans, a dark top and a snowboarding jacket. She had chocolate-brown hair, which was cut in irregular lengths, kaleidoscopic eyes which seemed to always change color, and a beautiful face. She didn't say anything and kept staring at him. He realized it was the same girl who showed him the way to class that morning. He remembered he was late to class and broke the silence.

"Anyway...sorry again, I am gonna be...I'm gonna be late for class," he stammered and walked away. All the time until lunch, he kept thinking about her. When he had seen her, he had felt something weird, a tickling sensation in his guts, just like adrenaline. The day eventually passed and she didn't seem to give any signs that she had met him earlier during their classes, let alone stop to talk to him during their breaks.

Their next encounter happened during lunch period of the next day. He'd been calmly eating with Grover when she sat down beside them. "Umm...hi! We didn't get a chance to really be introduced," she said. Percy blinked a few times and stood there like an idiot, until he realized she was awaiting for an answer. "Oh, yeah, right...I'm Percy Jackson, nice to meet you," he managed to say. The girl smiled and Percy blinked. "I'm Piper McLean," she replied.

"McLean? Like the ACTOR?" asked Grover, who was obviously overreacting. Piper sighed and glanced at him. "Yeah, that's my dad, but don't tell anyone please," she asked him sheepishly. Grover choked, and Percy gave him a few pats on the back.

"You're THE Tristan McLean's DAUGHTER, as in TRIPLE OSCAR WINNER TRISTAN MCLEAN?!" yelped Grover, bewildered.

"Yes-"

"Oh, I'm really sorry, I was just over-reacting before!"

"Well, that's-"

"Please, don't tell me you're lying," said Grover, looking on the verge of tears, and Percy had the time to think: Man, he IS very sensitive.

"One of the sa-uhh, guys I mean, one of the guys I studied with told me he was an actor's son, I believed him for three years, and I still get crap for that," resumed Grover. "Long-term jokes are the worst."

Piper stared at him, looking rather surprised, then continued; her voice was pretty close to a whisper. "I'm not lying, but please act like you don't know who my dad really is, okay?"

"Sure. So...what brings you here to Yancy?" Percy asked, answering Piper's question and biting into his pizza.

"I was expelled from my last school because I was accused of stealing school property," she said very quietly. She then stared at both boys as if daring them to laugh, and Percy took it upon himself to break the tension.

"Heh, little amateur," he said confidently. Piper gave him a curious look. The confession Percy was about to make would cost him a lot if it was spread around, but he guessed Piper made some kind of self-sacrifice by telling them her dad's identity. And the 'stealing school property' thing...

"I shot our schoolbus with a loaded cannon," he informed them. Piper laughed, probably thinking he was most likely just joking and trying to outdo her, or maybe just make her feel more accepted. They chatted together about random subjects, and Grover joined the conversation after he finished eating his enchiladas. At the end of the day when Percy was laying on his bed, he felt more at ease than usual. It was the first time he made not only one, but two friends at school. His only problems were with his classes. He had big problems in Math and Latin, although he really liked his Latin classes. His Latin teacher, Mr Brunner was an older man in a wheel chair, but he was very nice and had a really wicked good sense of humor. During the following weeks, Percy did his best to be well behaved, but it didn't go as he wished. He got in a lot of trouble for protecting his friends (especially Grover) from bullies. Percy became closer with Piper; he grew a really huge crush on her.

Grover was pondering his rather unexpected situation. In the beginning of this Camp assignment, he'd attended the Yancy Academy solely because of Piper. She was pretty much the average demigod, not a very strong scent, and— yay! —the daughter of THE Tristan McLean, which Grover learned after meeting her. Chiron had told him she was going to show up at Yancy. Then Percy came. Grover felt uneasy each time he thought about who Percy's godly parent might be.

Percy had blue eyes that were very different from Thalia Grace's eyes. Thalia was a daughter of Zeus, and she was a beautiful but solidly built girl who looked at least a year older than she actually was. Thalia had a bold beauty that bespoke great strength, a strength that belied her own innate power. Grover could smell her scent for miles around.

Percy was probably a son of Zeus as well, but he radiated a different kind of power, and a very different scent than those children of Zeus whom Grover had met so far, so he immediately told Chiron about it. The old centaur was shocked when Grover told him that Zeus may have sired a child other than Thalia. So Chiron went to the Yancy Academy, used the mist and he watched over them all while posing as their handicapped teacher.

Chiron used a magical wheelchair that had been made for him by some of the campers at Camp Half Blood; they were children of Hephaestus. The chair was completely enclosed, and hid the equine half of Chiron's body, all while permitting Chiron to "sit" easily, resting comfortably as if he really were in an actual wheelchair. Any mortal looking at him would only see Chiron "sitting" in what looked like a real wheelchair. Grover relaxed a bit when he knew that Chiron was going to help him out. After all, Grover was still just a Junior Protector, and he needed all the help he could get. His biggest problem? Grover had no idea as to how much help he was really going to need... not just yet he didn't.

Four months after Percy's first day at Yancy.

Percy was currently in his Latin class, trying his best to pay attention. Mr Brunner was talking about the Trojan War, and he somehow made it sound very interesting.

"Can you answer my question, Mr. Jackson?" he asked. Percy, who hadn't heard the question, felt embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, sir, would you please repeat the question?" Percy asked, hoping for the best.

"Why was Paris abandoned by his mother?" the teacher repeated slowly. This time, Percy actually knew the answer.

"Um...because she...had a dream, and she was told that the dream meant that her child would cause the downfall of her beloved city, Troy; right?" he answered, not so sure about himself, but almost positive about the answer.

Mr Brunner smirked and said,"Correct, but I hope you pay more attention next time." Piper gave Percy an almost unnoticeable smile, and he smiled back at her. He felt his cheeks become hot whenever her gaze met his. The bell rang, and they went together to the school cafeteria. When he entered, he found Piper hesitating between meatloaf and carrots.

"System rebooting?" he joked. Piper jumped in surprise, and looked at him. "I only eat vegetables," she declared, and went to sit at their usual table where Grover was eating enchiladas. That was new. Percy smiled and sat down next to Grover. "Did you take meat to spite me?" asked Piper of Percy, obviously quite irritated as he ate his meatloaf with gusto. Percy raised his hands and said, "It's not my fault if you're a vegetarian, Pipes;" he laughed, and Grover gave Percy's plate a look full of pity.

Piper just pinched her nose in complete annoyance, and started in on her lunch. "I can't BEAR that smell, so eat fast or go away." Percy chuckled and started eating, gaining speed with every bite. They ate in silence for about five minutes. Then Piper broke the comfortable silence with a question. "Since when do you know so much about mythology?" Piper asked. Percy just rolled his eyes and kept on eating.

That afternoon, it was announced that the school was organizing a trip. The next day, twenty one children and two teachers headed to the Metropolitan Museum of Art on New York City's 5th Ave and 79th Street. The school bus was crowded and Percy sat with his two friends, Grover and Piper. It was a rainy day, and the gray sky announced that a storm was coming. Percy liked the rain, and he always felt comfortable whenever he heard the thunder's loud roar. He looked through the window; they were halfway to the museum.

Percy looked over at Piper. She was struggling to read a book with her dyslexia, and Grover was... well, eating enchiladas. Percy was about to turn to the window again, but something - a half eaten peanut butter sandwich - landed on Grover's lap. Percy turned to see who threw it, and he spotted a red haired girl. It was Nancy Bobofit. She gave him a innocent smile, her teeth yellow as if she never brushed them. As Percy started to get up to teach her a lesson, Grover put a hand on his shoulder.

"It's okay Percy," he said calmly. "No it's not!" Percy replied furiously.

"Yes it is; besides, I like peanut butter." Grover made him sit again, and Percy tried to control his anger. But a moment later, an apple - or what was left of it - hit Grover on his head. "You're dead, Bobofit!" yelled Percy. Grover, who wasn't bothered, made his friend sit again.

"Percy, it's okay , she's not worth it," he said. Percy sat down, and looked outside. The bus stopped; they'd arrived.

Everyone got out and entered the museum, Mr. Brunner leading the tour. They arrived at the Graeco-Roman mythology section, the students having lost interest long ago. Percy, who was doing his best to listen to his professor, heard Nancy make a very 'mature' comment about the statues of naked men.

"Will you shut up?" he snapped at her, and immediately regretted it. He had said it out loud, and Mr. Brunner stopped talking.

"Do you have something to say, Mr. Jackson?" asked the Latin teacher. "Oh,no sir!" replied the boy, blushing. Mr. Brunner pointed to scene sculpted behind him. "Can you tell me what this engraving represents?" he asked. Percy recognized it, and he relaxed a bit. "It's Kronos eating his kids, right?" He said. "Yes, and he did this because...?" "Uh...Kronos, the king of the Titans, didn't trust his children, the gods, so he ate them, right? But his wife hid baby Zeus, and gave Kronos a rock to eat instead. When Zeus grew up, he forced his father to vomit the other gods..."

"Ewww!" said a girl behind him.

"...and then, there was a big war between the gods and the Titans, and the gods won," he finished. "Huh, nerd," Nancy chuckled. Piper glared at her, but Percy didn't pay attention to her; he was still looking at Mr Brunner. "As if it would be useful in real life," muttered the red-haired bully to her friend. "And why, Mr. Jackson, would this information be useful in real life, as opposed to Miss Bobofit's opinion?" "Busted!" grinned Grover. "Shut up!" hissed Nancy, her face as red as her hair. "Um...I don't know sir," Percy managed to squeeze out.

Mr. Brunner looked disappointed. "Half credit, Mr Jackson. Kronos was cut to pieces by his children with his own scythe, and then they threw his remains to the very depths of Tartarus, the lowest and worst part of the underworld. On this happy note, we can all go to lunch now." "Such a happy note," muttered Percy. The students went to the exit, led by Mr Brunner. They were eating outdoors, close by to the entrance of the Museum.

Some were throwing bread to the birds, and Nancy was, as always, trying to steal something from an old lady. Percy sat at the fountain with his two friends. Nancy seemed to lose the attention of the tourists, so she (obviously) decided to bother the three friends in other ways. She threw what was left of her sandwich on Grover's lap and said,"Hey Piper, did you do a rain dance or somethin'? 'Cause it would explain this storm." A few laughs were heard, and Piper's hands curled into fists. Percy glared daggers at Nancy. He tried to calm down, but to no avail.

The clouds seemed to darken, and with incredible speed a bolt hit the closest tree. A piercing noise resulted from that, just a mere few feet from Nancy Bobofit. Some students screamed in fear, rushing back inside the museum. Percy was the only one who didn't move. "Percy, come on!" screamed Piper. She caught his hand and dragged him inside.

Once they were all inside, the large museum doors were closed and the teachers struggled to calm down the students. "What the hell was that?!" asked Nancy, seemingly shaken. "The tree attracted the lightning, it can happen. This is why you mustn't hide under trees when there is a storm," said Mr. Brunner. The students finished eating their lunch inside, while the rain was falling.

The rest of the day was normal, and there were no more lightning hits quite so close. When they finally did get back to Yancy, it was almost midnight. Traffic was a real mess due to many detours. Many city streets and roadways were flooded due to the enormous rainfall. Even some Subway platforms were flooded, causing massive mass transit delays all over the city.

Percy was walking lazily to his dorm, when he heard Mr Brunner's voice. It wasn't Percy's nature to eavesdrop, but he listened to the conversation anyway. "...Sir, I'm worried about Piper and Percy, but mostly Percy. Until now everything has been going well. Even the Kindly One hasn't spotted them...yet." It was Grover's voice. Mr Brunner replied,"Very well, but remember, Grover, if one of them dies, you won't get a second chance, and I can't do anything about it. As for Percy, it's a miracle he didn't attract any of them. I also believe he is a child of Zeus, but we can't be sure about it. I do have to admit that there is something... different about that boy."

Percy took a step back. He was unsure of what he'd just heard. They were threatened by something? And he was the son of Zeus?! He really thought his teacher was nuts, and so he ran, as fast as he could. Percy spent the whole night thinking about what he'd heard. It made no sense, so he concluded it was all a joke, even though he wasn't quite so positive of it. In the morning, he did his best to act as if he hadn't heard his friend's voice talking with Mr Brunner the past evening, but it was harder than it seemed.

Right before class, Percy took Grover aside. "Have you seen any 'Kindly Ones' lately?" he asked. Grover literally jumped in surprise. "I-I don't know what you're talking about," replied Grover nervously, a hint of fear on his face. "Listen, I heard Mr Brunner talking to you last night. So, care to explain?"...

AN: So? Did you like it? Hate it? Review! As I said earlier, it will be a long trilogy. I have no idea on how boarding schools work, so don't blame me if there are mistakes.
EDIT: I just edited this chapter. Hopefully, it's much more readable. I will do the same with other chapters before going on with the story. Yeah, I know, sucks to wait, but bear with me; I want my final work to be decent.
EDIT #2: Hello. Well, I realize that I probably look like the Laziest Lazy Ass Author from McLazyness, but it is not my choice: I took the greatest possible pains to even edit this chapter on a small screen, but I have an announcement concerning this story: During this long no-writing period, I believe my writing skills increased. By a lot. Which is why I am editing chapters instead of writing new ones. Also, the presence of my Beta reader should do well to improve the story, and hopefully, we will be getting a new chapter after quick edit.
Beta's Note: Faster? Not bloody likely! But we'll see...