This isn't my first attempt (key word being attempt) at fanfiction, but it is the only one I've got up at the moment. Hopefully it goes well, and it would be nice if you could tell me what you want to see. I get that's hard to do on the first chapter, but it makes me want to write more, so there's that.

Anyway, enjoy! :)

Part one: A new life

Chapter one: Not your ordinary day

"Psst," I heard in my ear as I jolted awake, looking around frantically to get my bearings. A wave of letters and numbers swarmed my head as I analysed the room. Great, algebra, my favourite. Luckily enough though people seemed to be getting up.

"Hey Perce," the voice says again. Now slightly more lucid than before, I recognised the voice as Grover, my best, well, only friend in Yancy boarding academy. "Come on, class is over."

Grover was a bit weird, but then again, what do you expect from one of my friends. He always had a Rastafarian hat on, which completely covered his hair, hair even I, his roomate, had never seen. He also had a 'save the trees' t-shirt on, because he was a massive nature lover, and I mean massive. You don't want to be caught not recycling. The only other interesting thing about Grover's clothing choice was his jeans, which he always wore. I don't think I'd ever seen Grover in shorst.

I just nodded as he got up to pack his books away. Yancy boarding academy, while sounding quite fancy, was actually a school for 'struggling' kids. And I certainly fitted in that category.

"And please Mr. Jackson, if you could at least pretend to be awake next lesson, it would be greatly appreciated." My teacher, Mrs. Kerr, called after me as Grover and I left.

Struggling indeed. Contrary to popular belief, I'm not stupid. I'm also not exactly bright per say, but I can do maths and physics if given enough time. The only problem was that I also suffered from dyslexia and ADHD, so doing the problem wasn't the problem. First I have to actually be paying attention to whatever was being wrote, then I have to do anagrams at rapid pace as the letters seemed to float off the board and jumble together, before I finally got to the problem.

And I probably hadn't been paying attention when being told how to solve said question, and so those five minutes I'd just spent of hard focusing had been wasted. And that set off my ADHD like nothing else, leading to a vicious cycle of uselessness that I can't seem to escape.

As Grover and I were walking down the corridor, Grover bumped into the top bully of Yany boarding school, Matt Sloan. Just my luck.

"What you doing wussy?" he said down to Grover, who, like me, was a good foot shorter than the bully. Matt's clothes were sloppy, but expensive, as his dad happened to own one of the largest gravel companies in the world. Who would have thought there would be so much money in little pebbles and sand?

Needless to say, he was very rich.

"I'm just walking by Matt, nothing big."

"Just walking by, huh. Didn't seem like that. Seemed like you bumped me. Seemed like you were starting somethin', huh?"

By this point, the whole corridor had turned to watch. None were Matt's friends, who were in few supply anyway, so they wouldn't attack me or Grover, but they wouldn't exactly help us either. It would run a certain chance of being beat up your self. And Matt definitely didn't pull his punches. Having a multi-millionaire father had its perks, I guess, as somehow Matt hadn't been expelled yet.

"Woah man, it was an accident alright, let's just calm down, alright?" I reasoned calmly.

"Calm down. Man why you gotta be so patronising, hey? You're just asking for it now." He replied, raising his fist. Well, negotiations seemed to be over. Time to do what I do best.

"Wanna see a magic trick?" I said calmly, pulling out a pack of cards from my pocket. I don't know why, but I seemed to have a certain affinity for magic.

He blinked in surprise. "Why would I wanna see some stupid card trick?"

"Ah but that's the thing you see," I said, the cards flying from the pack into my hands and flying between the two at a crazy pace. "This isn't any ordinary magic trick."

"Really, 'cause for some reason I don't think so." Matt replied as he grabbed my collar and pushed me up against the wall. Grover was positively shaking at this point, but that wasn't surprising. I'd come to expect little from Grover when it came to fighting. It was more like I was his protector than anything else.

"Well there's no harm in trying, is there? Go on, pick a card." I said, as my gaze shifted back to meet Matt's, spreading the cards out between my finger and thumb. His hand twitched as he looked at them. "You know you want to."

Slowly, the hand grabbing my neck released me and instead made for the cards. He picked one, veeeery carefully, as if he suspected some sort of trick. Which is kind of what he signed up for.

"Now look at your card," He did, "and play very close attention."

He barely blinked as he stood wide eyed, looking as the cards flew between my hands. There flapping in the air happened to be the only sound as the entire corridor seemed shocked into silence. Matt peered closer.

And that was when I struck.

I flicked a hand out, and two cards flew right into Matt's eyes, stunning him. The cry that followed shattered the silence and then subsequently took all those pieces and ground them into dust it was so loud. I took that as my chance to bolt for it. Unfortunately, Grover didn't take the hint. Matt reached out with his hand and grabbed grovers leg, still partially blind.

Damnit. And it had been going so well. As I started to move back to help Grover out, Matt pulled his fist back and flung it right at Grover's face. Grover then did the unthinkable. So subtly that anyone else would have missed it, Grover deflected the blow so that it sailed right into the wall behind him. If it hadn't been for my ADHD, I'd probably have missed it. I didn't believe it either at first, until Grover pushed off the wall with his legs, and his shoulder accidently knocked Matt's head right into the locker, stunning him.

Grover then sprinted towards me, which I took as my cue to run aswell. The hall erupted into motion, as everyone tried to get back to class, tried to get out of the way of me and Grover, and most of all, get out of the way of Matt. Matt had lost us and was running in the wrong direction, which only aided in confusion as he smashed through the corridor like a bull through a China shop. Which was an oddly apt we reached our rooms, I decided to confront my friend.

"What the hell was that, G-man?" I accused.

"What was what?" He said back innocently.

"You know that kung-fu stuff you did on Matt."

"Oh nothing much just basic martial arts every saty- I mean I have no idea what you're on about. You know what I think I'm gonna get lunch. See you next period Perce." He said as he left our dorm. He is the worst liar I've ever seen. Whatever secret agency hired him needs to up their training.

"Your full of crap Grover!" I called after him, but he'd already closed the door.

"Well that was weird." I said to myself.

Little did I know, weird hadn't even started yet.

With Grover gone and lunch break starting, I decided to take a break for a bit. After all if he was just going to leave me hanging after accidentally confessing his knowledge of top secret martial arts, then it wouldn't be too rude to get a few minutes rest. And what had he almost said, "Saty-"? It sounded a lot like 'Satyr', a mythical animal Mr. Brunner had taught us about. I specifically remeber how he called them trouble makers as if he knew them personally, to which Grover seemed to have taken personal offense to.

Who knows, perhaps Grover just really likes the goat legged guys. He was a massive nerd in ancient Greek, the only subject that he and I were any good at. It was actually where we first became friends when he moved here last year.

And also he totally beat up Matt! And he made it look like an accident! I mean, I've protected Grover dozens of times since he came to the school, and now I find out he's actually some sort of top secret agent. I'd got pretty bruised up in a fw of those fights, and he didn't help once!

Anyway, I got on my bed and plugged in some music, then just sat back and relaxed. The dorms in Yancy were actually pretty cool. Grover and I have two separate beds, we have a tv on the wall and even a fridge filled with coke and ice cream. Pretty cool, right? It would usually cost alot of money (money I don't have) to go to Yancy, but I got pretty lucky.

I've been an orphan ever since birth. I don't even have a birth certificate that I know of, but one day I was found, supposedly less than a day old, on the steps of an orphanage. Growing up there sucked, and most of the kids there weren't nice either, and life was pretty terrible. Then one day when I was eight, I get told that some fancy boarding school was taking me in for free, out of the kindness of their own hearts.

Well actually, it was to avoid tax, but that's the story I have to tell everyone.

Despite their not-so-benevolent intentions, it was still a pretty good deal for me. And four years later, things are going alright. I may not be the best at anything, but hopefully I can get my life back to normal.

CRASH!

"Oh what the hell is happening now!" I shouted as I ripped my headphones out. And I had just gotten deep in thought aswell. It turns out my door had been broken down by some huge kid who I didn't recognise, with dreadlocks and a nose ring and one eye and missing teeth and-

Hold up, one eye?

I slapped myself hard across the face, and sure enough, some god-damned cyclops seemed to have busted into my room. He smiled a sharkish gin at me, then got up and charged me like a bull. I held up my arms up to try to block only to be thrown so hard against the wall I swear I heard a crack, though whether it was the wall or my back, I was too dazed too tell.

The cyclops raised its fists to pummel me into the wall. So this is how it ends. I sat there, resigned, as the fist inched towards my face, as if in slow motion. People do say that time slows down before you die. Then I realised that his fist really was moving slow. In fact, the plaster falling from the crack in the wall was moving slow. Yet I seemed to be moving at normal speeds.

I got up and moved out of the way of the punch, and time went normal again. The punched created some sort of shock wave when it hit the wall, because I was immediately knocked off my feet. Yep, definitely would've died. The cyclops looked confused for a second, before turning his eye back on me, and raising his fist one again.

Then he exploded, leaving behind some weird type of yellow dust. When the dust settled, I could clearly see a sword sticking out of the wall, right where the cyclops had been. It was glowing slightly, and was about three feet long. As I grabbed it, the sword transformed into a pen. That didn't even faze me after what I'd seen.

"Percy Jackson!" yelled a voice from the hallway. I turned to see Mr. Brunner standing there. Thank god. Maybe he'll let me off.

"What have you done! I want you in the headmaster's office in ten minutes, so you understand!" Maybe not. He seemed so angry I actually dropped the sword-pen thing in surprise.

"Yes, Sir." I said back with my head hanging low.

"Very well." he replied before leaving.

As I looked around the room, I found that the golden dust had disappeared, and that any trace of the cyclops was gone. Even my special pen was gone. Oh well. Time to get a terms worth of detention.

As I walked through to his office I looked through the window to the lunch hall, and sure enough, Grover was there eating by himself. The strange thing was, it was really hot outside, and Grover was wearing pants, as always. I'd never noticed it before, but perhaps he was trying to hide a pair of furry legs. And that Rastafarian hat would do a good job hiding any horns poking out. Very suspicious indeed.

Before I knew it however, the lunch hall had passed, and I was in front of the head masters office. Here it goes.

I was released later that afternoon, halfway through English. Turns out I only got a weeks worth of detention because of my 'special' background, but it still sucked, especially when I didn't even do it. I couldn't tell them it was a cyclops of course, I'd be sent to a mental asylum.

Grover wasn't in English, which meant I had nobody to talk to, and there was only one spot left, right next to Bianca di Angelo, a short pale girl with pitch black eyes and hair.

"Mr. Jackson, so good for you to turn up." Dr. Thorne, our English teacher, said to me. Dressed in a long trench coat, he looked very creepy, and generally scared all the girls because of it. His stare was the weirdest thing though, it was like a lion's, as if he could pounce on you at any moment. I chose to ignore him and simply sit down.

"So what you late for? I heard you got in a fight." Bianca asked.

"Yeah, I guess you could call it that." I said back.

"Why, was it more of a pummeling, or did you just do a couple card tricks and send the guy through the wall?" She said with a smile on her face. I hadn't talked to Bianca much, but at least she seemed to be able to take a joke.

"So I guess you heard about the whole Matt thing?" I inquired.

"Heard about it?" she said whilst struggling to take notes. "I was there! And that's a pretty cool trick you did by the way."

"Thanks."

"Are you two done over there?" asked.

"Yes sir." I responded

"Good, because you haven't even opened your book yet Percy, and you owe me homework."

Homework? Damn, forgot about that. I reached around in my bag for a bit of work, and found a geography essay we had to write up. Perfect. I walked up to hand it in, fully aware that I would have to actually do the homework at some point. But this would by me some time.

"Thank you," Dr. Thorne said, "now could you please go back to your seat. And maybe do some actual work." I turned at the same time he did, but not before seeing something press up against the side of Dr. Thorne's trench coat. Almost like a tail. Yeah a bit of a leap in logic, but this hadn't exactly been an ordinary day.

As I got back to Bianca, I noticed she hadn't wrote much.

"You struggling?"

"That's why we're here right? School for 'difficult' kids and all. I suffer from ADHD and dyslexia, same as my brother, Nico." she said with a sigh

"ADHD and dyslexia huh?" I said back. "Same here."

"Wow, what a coincidence."

"I know right."

"Talking of learning difficulties, you should probably write something down."

Oh yeah. The whole do some actual work thing. I opened my book and reached into my pocket to pull a pen out, when I found I had two in there. I pulled them both out, and one of them happened to be the pen-sword thingy that I'd lost earlier.

The pen was black and gold, and had the word Anaklusmos written along the side. Now while I may have failed in some subject, I was incredible and ancient Greek, and happened to know that Anaklusmos means riptide, which only made me feel safer around the shape shifting sword. Not wanting it to magically morph into some other weird item, I decided to simply put it back in my pocket, before trying to do some work.

Wanting nothing more than to go to bed after dinner, I trudged down the dorm corridor until I reached my room. At which point I remembered there wasn't a door anymore. Well that's great, I'm probably going to have to find another room to stay in, which would be difficult considering my only friend had the same room as me.

As I turned back around, I saw Mr Brunner waiting in the corridor.

"Um, Sir?" I asked.

"Percy, some very weird things have been happening, as I'm sure you know, and I don't have time to explain. OK?" he asked.

"Um, not really." I said defiantly.

"Well, like I said, I don't have the time. There's a pen in your pocket, correct?"

He knows about that!? My mind was sort of stunned at the weird conversation, but my body started nodding slightly.

"Good. If we're ever under threat, you take the lid off, it will turn into a sword, as I'm sure you know." He said, perfectly calm.

At this moment, Grover ran past the corner with, of all people, Bianca de Angelo and a small boy who I'm guessing is her brother from the visual similarities. And the way he was clinging to her arm.

"I've got them Chiron." Grover said.

"Good. Let us be off then."

"Wait a second, Chiron? As in the horse guy who trained heroes." I asked, exasperated.

"First of all, it's a centaur Percy, you should know that. Second of all yes, that is me."

"And third of all," Grover interjected, "I can smell the distinct scent of manticore coming closer, so if you're done bonding for the moment, I suggest we run!"

At this, Grover broke off into a run down the corridor, with Nico closely behind. I looked over at Bianca, who shrugged, then took off running aswell.

"I swear to god Grover if this is some elaborate prank..." I said under my breath, before taking off running as Mr. Brunner- no Chiron- joined me.

I decided to change it up so that the chapters would be a bit longer and come out every other day or so. So I've joined the first two together since they fit pretty well, and this will probably be around the length of the chapters from now on. Thanks again for all the support:)

Percy's Powers (for those who have already lost track):

Some weird type of super speed.

Updated 9/6/18 in English dates because it's the correct way to right a date.