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EDIT: THIS STORY WAS WRITTEN IN MY 7th GRADE YEAR. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. I STOPPED WRITING THIS STORY BACK IN 2010 AND I AM SHOCKED TO SEE THE FEEDBACK ON THIS STORY.

1) THE NUMBER OF ANONYMOUS REVIEWS IS OVERWHELMING. Users have lambasted me for the number of reviews I have received. I never, ever review my own work. There is no value in doing so, and I have a life. I mean, who sits at a computer and writes reviews for themselves? That's incredibly lame, and I can't even imagine how many of my 'critics' have pulled this one. I quit this site almost 3 years ago, so it shouldn't come as a surprise that an old piece would garner so much buzz (although most of it is negative).

2) THE NUMBER OF FLAMERS IS OVERWHELMING. I was a 12 year-old girl who thought nothing of posting a story that continued from my then-favorite author's legacy of Percy Jackson books. Cut her some slack. We all had to start somewhere, and it's not my fault that my "lowly" work receives more reviews than one of your favorite pieces on FF. I asked for reviews naively, yes, but I didn't expect it to blow out of proportions. I have learned from my past inadequacies, and I am now a successful school newspaper columnist and hobbyist fiction/poetry writer. It's all a part of the process.

I believe that there is a future for humanity - a future where there is little hate, and a lot of love. Tons of it. So, if you are reading this, please be kind to most everyone because we are all born with the capacity to be 'good,' and life's too short for anything else.

Peace out, and have an-above-average life.

WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

Hi guys,

This is my second fanfic. :D Please Review and I'll update as soon as I can. :DDisclaimer: I am not a middle-aged man who whistles whenever he pronounces a word with a 's'sound in it. :D All rights go to Rick Riordan.

Chapter 1

Percy awoke in an infirmary. His head throbbed. His whole body hurt. "Where am I?" the startled green-eyed boy asked.

A she-wolf stepped out from the shadows, elegantly. "Welcome to Legion camp, Demigod." Percy blinked. "Huh?" The she-wolf regarded him carefully. "Ah. It seems you have lost your memory." The wolf flicked her tail. "We will have to start out with the basics. Reyna. Come over here, child."

A brown-haired girl with sharp gray eyes appeared at the doorway of the room. She made her way toward the Lupa so that she stood beside the wolf. The girl was confident, tall and athletic-looking. Two short-swords were on either sides of her legs. She wore a purple shirt and denim capris. Percy thought she looked a bit like someone he knew, to which his stomach responded by doing jumping jacks.

"Hi. I'm Reyna." The girl stuck out her hand, her stormy eyes acting as if they were calculating Percy's weaknesses. "Daughter of Minerva." Percy frowned but nevertheless proceeded to shake her hand.

"You mean Athena?"

"Minerva's greek alternative? I suppose."

Dot, dot, dot...

"Lupa stepped in between the silent pair. "Reyna. Show this young lad the ropes. He seems to be powerful, but we can not know for sure until he is claimed by his god parent. Maybe, he is the one." Lupa's eyes twinkled as if she and Reyna had some little secret they were hiding. Reyna nodded. "Understood. Perseus, come this way.

Reyna avoided any physical contact with Percy. The last time Percy tapped her on the shoulder to say something, she jumped back a couple feet and let out an, "Eep!" Reyna, embarrassed, muttered her apologies to Percy and continued to tour him around the facility. After that, Percy refrained from touching her again.

"Uh, Reyna?" Percy called meekly. "How did I end up here?"

Reyna turned around and her usually steely eyes softened. "We found you at the border of our camp, unconscious. We figured you were something special because you appeared around the same time when Jason," Reyna's face held an expression of longing. "Went missing."

"Who's this Jason?" Percy asked, curious. His name reminded him of the story 'Jason and the fleece.' Reyna paused in the middle of the crowded camp.

"Her boyfriend, duh." Reyna blushed. A burly boy with a soot-filled face stepped out from a blacksmith's forge. "The name's Bobby. Son of the overly awesome fire god, Vulcan." He grinned at Percy and Reyna. "I wouldn't want you to two-time your boyfriend with this fine young fellow."

Reyna rolled her eyes. "I wouldn't dream of it."

"Lighten up, Rey."

"Be quiet, Bob. I was given the job to show Percy around, and I don't plan on failing Lupa's orders.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

Bobby nodded his head of thick curly brown hair. "We'll settle this. Capture the flag. Tomorrow." Reyna grinned. "Ha, bring it, soot-face." She stuck out her tongue and dragged Percy from the presence of the forge boy.

"This, here, is the archery range." Reyna pointed to a vast field with targets and thousands of discarded bows and arrows. "The girl over there," Reyna said pointing to a lanky figure. "Is named Gwendolyn. Descendant of Apollo. Good friend of mine." Percy smiled. "Cool." From afar, Percy imagined an epic archer and stunning song and poem writer. Approaching the girl gave Percy second thoughts. Gwendolyn was a short, stocky girl. She resembled an elf with her pointy ears and she, too, wore a purple shirt like Reyna's. She had wavy brown hair that was cut short above her shoulders. She didn't look like ideal Robin Hood material.

"Greetings, rookie." She saluted Percy and waved her hand at Reyna, acknowledging her. "Hey, Reyna. Who's the newbie?"

"Percy. We don't know his god parent yet. But Lupa thinks he's some supreme being." Reyna readjusted her dirty blonde ponytail.

"Percy stood in silence. He didn't feel like he belonged here. Gods? No. It wasn't that part that got to him. He felt like he belonged elsewhere, like he had a life somewhere else.

Two identical looking teenage girls pranced the archery field, slowly moving toward Gwendolyn, Reyna and Percy./

"Ooh! Look, it's that cute boy we found sleeping at the entrance of Legion camp!"

"Shush, Hazel. You're embarrassing me. He was unconscious, you dummy."

"Gosh, Dakota. You think you're sooo smart. Well, news flash, you're my blood twin sister. So if you make fun of me, you'll end up hurting yourself."

"Not necessarily. We're not the same being, you know."

"... I'm telling mom."

"Sheesh. Ask her for more cosmetics for all I care."/p

Percy raised an eyebrow. There were way too many girls, and they were all equally idiosyncratic. Uniquely odd. Reyna shot Percy an apologetic look. "Excuse the Venus twins. As you can tell, Dakota is the smarter one. They have quarrels quite often."

The twins carried on, oblivious to the onlookers of their argument.

"Look what you did. Now the good-looking boy is staring at us."

"You're the one degrading us, Hazel."

"... How do you spell that? I'm looking that up in the dictionary."

"Degrade: H-A-Z-E-L."

"Hold on. H-A-Z-," Hazel looked hurt. "Hey! That's my name."

Dakota tossed her medium length blonde hair over her shoulder. "Mhm. First time you noticed. Oh. And you're holding the dictionary upside-down." She gave Percy a smile and continued to harass her dimwitted sister.

"Are they always like this?" Percy asked. "Yeah. Pretty much." Reyna replied, her lips pulled into a tight line. Her stormy eyes, however, danced with amusement. Her traits resembled someone else's. Percy could only wish he knew who he was.

That night, at the Legion campfire, the many Romanic god descendants anticipated the revealing of Percy's god parent.

There were shouts from the Venus cabin.

"Oh my gosh, he is sooo hot!"

"I know right!"

"I like make-up."

Some warlike hollers were heard from the Mars cabin. "Yo, I hope we get that kid. He's pretty well-built."

"Yeah, man. Hey, did you notice that pen thing-ma-bob sticking out of his pocket?"

"Settle down, children!" The campers converted to silence so quickly, it was almost deafening. Lupa, was an authorized figure, Percy noted. "Perseus. Prove your worth to us."

With all eyes on him, Percy instinctively pulled out a too familiar object from his pocket. A ballpoint pen.

The crowd watched the pen as if it were some legendary weapon.

"Well? Do somethin', kiddo."

Percy pulled off the pen cap and revealed a sharp bronze blade.

"Nice! He's hanging with us from now on."

"That's even cooler than Hudson's lance!"

"Hey, I heard that!" Excited murmurs were heard throughout the camp.

Almost as if fated to happen, someone threw a cup of water at Percy. He remained unaffected, dry. There was a stunned silence among the crowd. But his dryness seemed insignificant compared to the golden trident shaped symbol hovering above his head.

"Impossible."

"A child of one of The Great Three?"

"Just like Jason." Percy heard Reyna say.

Lupa bowed her head in respect and everyone did the same. "Hail, Perseus. Son of the Great Poseidon."

EDIT - Alternate Ending (without reclaiming):

Almost as if fated to happen, someone threw a cup of water at Percy. Percy manipulated the water with master control. He let the liquid dance on his fingers, expanding the water capacity and dousing a certain Afro-headed camper. The boy, however, was not at all upset; but awed at the fact that Percy had such remarkable powers.

A raincloud of tension was set above the Roman campers.

"Woah... Dude's got some skill."

"Oh my gosh, he's got water powers. Is he like, Jupiter's son?"

"No way, man..."

Lupa silenced the assembly of campers, "Welcome to Legion camp, son of Poseidon."

EDIT - Author's Note/span: Okay. Some of you just keep saying my story is cliche and all that. If you don't like it, then don't read it! Writing stories on this website is completely voluntary. If you are going to start rambling on about how unoriginal my ideas are, I'd like to see you try and write something yourself. It's not as easy as you might think. I'm a generally nice girl, but I don't like to be criticized in a non-constructive way and I'm pretty sure no one does. I'd like to thank the people that actually want me to improve as a writer or the people that continue encouraging me to write. So, to all of you flamers, this is MY version of the 2nd book and I am clearly NOT Rick Riordan.

Oh my. That was an interesting turn of events. 8D Please REVIEW! I promise that in later chapters, Annabeth will appear. LATER as in LATER. :D So, please REVIEW if you want me to update at a quicker rate. Like it? Hate it? Please, rate it. :D/

As for the Greek god name, "Poseidon", you'll see about that...

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Tina~