AN: This series begins after The Lost Hero and is an alternate universe of the remainder of the Heroes of Olympus series. The entirety of The First Legion Series was written prior to the release of Son of Neptune, Mark of Athena, and House of Hades. Several characters and the plot are not canon. Any similarities between this series and SoN, MoA, and HoH are coincidental.

This series is currently (but slowly) being edited for typos and other errors. Story content will remain unaltered.

Thanks for reading and reviewing. -dmac

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or HO.

Percy I

Percy's first thought was I'm in so much trouble. It may have been because he'd awakened restrained to a cot by his wrists and ankles with some antique form of handcuffs. Then again, maybe it was the unfamiliar surroundings: the cloth tent he was in, the forest surrounding it, or the voices of several teenagers outside the tent, none of which he recognized. But what he was actually thinking he said aloud, "Annabeth is going to kill me."

Immediately, at the sound of his voice, two of the kids outside the tent stepped in. They were Percy's age, probably sixteen or seventeen. The girl was average height, but well built. Not like a body builder, but more like an Olympic swimmer. She had dark brown eyes and hair to match. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail that was so long it went halfway down the armor on her back. Whoa, wait, armor? Percy blinked. Yep, armor, like battle armor that looked like it was a million years old. Breast and back plates, shin and arm plates, and the dude that entered the tent with her even had a metal helmet on. Not a bike helmet either, it was one of those helms you would see a gladiator wear back in ancient Rome. It even had a purple horse hair plume that matched his t-shirt. He was a tall guy and very muscular. He had armor on as well, and he had a sword strapped to his side. They looked like they'd just stepped out of a Renaissance Fair. Their attire made them look downright mean, and the scowls on their faces matched perfectly.

"Where am I?" Percy asked.

"We ask the questions," the girl said.

Percy struggled against the restraints, almost flipping the cot over, which wouldn't have been a bad fall considering it was only about a foot off the ground, but he would've face-planted in dirt and leaves, so he thought better of struggling anymore.

"Untie me," Percy demanded.

"You do not speak unless spoken to," the girl warned.

Percy began to struggle with his restraints again careful not to tip the cot. "Let me go!"

The tall dude drew his sword and put the point to Percy's throat. Percy stopped struggling.

"You'd be smart to listen to Gwendolyn," he smirked. "I'd hate to have to run you through before you've had the chance to explain yourself."

Somehow Percy doubted that. This guy would be tickled pink to kill him, but he sheathed his sword and stepped away to give Gwendolyn the floor.

"What is your name, stranger?" she asked.

Percy didn't say anything he just laid there in a kind of state of shock from having a sword at his throat.

"Answer her!" tall dude demanded, which shook Percy from his daze.

"Percy Jackson."

"How'd you get here, Percy Jackson?" she asked.

"I…I don't know. I just woke up here," Percy said.

"Do you know where you are?" she continued.

Percy looked around. He was in a small tent, maybe eight feet by eight feet, with a single cot (the cot he was strapped to). It wasn't like a camping tent. It was shaped like a cook tent. It was square with a triangular roof, all made of a single white sheet of cloth. The letter X was painted on one side in purple. The cloth was split on one end of the tent, and a piece was pulled back to make a doorway. Outside there were trees, lots of trees; it was a forest. There were other teenagers dressed in armor milling around outside, and more tents were dotted throughout the forest.

Percy looked up at her. "I'm going to take a guess and say this is not Central Park."

She looked over at the tall dude. "Bobby, get him up and bind his hands. We'll take him to Reyna."

Percy was escorted by Gwendolyn and Bobby to a different tent about fifty yards from the tent he was being held prisoner in. They got a lot of stares from the other teenagers, but no one said a word or even cracked a smile. Percy got the feeling this was a very serious and very disciplined bunch of crazies. Seriously, what were these kids doing out here in the woods? Percy hadn't seen the first adult yet. Unsupervised teenagers wielding real swords, axes, and other painful death weapons—come to think of it, it actually seemed kind of cool.

They stopped at the doorway of a tent that was larger than the last. It had a purple I painted on it, and two purple flags were flying on either side of the entrance. They must really like the color purple.

"Wait here," Gwendolyn said to Bobby before she walked into the tent.

Percy looked up at Bobby. He still had that scowl on his face.

"So, um, Bobby is it?" Percy began. "What is this place?"

"Training camp."

Percy looked around and with a raised eyebrow asked, "Training for what?"

"No more questions," Bobby said as Gwendolyn walked back outside.

"Reyna will see you now," she told Percy.

Percy, with his hands still bound behind his back, walked into the tent, but Gwendolyn and Bobby didn't follow. They stood outside the doorway like they were standing guard. Guard for what? Who knows?

The tent was about twelve feet by twelve feet, but had the same simple design as all the tents in the camp. It was scarcely furnished with only a wooden table with papers and maps scattered across the top, which made it seem more like an office desk. There were three chairs around the desk, only one of which was empty.

A girl occupied the chair behind the desk, and a guy was sitting in one of the two chairs on the other side. They both stood when Percy entered the room. The girl, Reyna presumably, was a little taller than average. She had shoulder length, wavy hair that was a sandy blond color. She had sparkling blue eyes, and if she ever smiled, (Percy got the feeling that was a rare treat) it would probably light up the whole world. She radiated like the sun. Even her armor seemed to shine brighter than anyone else's. Maybe she'd just polished it or something.

The guy was the complete opposite. He looked a little older than most of the kids there. He was probably eighteen or nineteen, so, of course, he was a little taller than most. The guy was buff, too. He was ripped like wrapping paper on Christmas morning. He had jet black hair, neatly trimmed military-style. His armor was black leather, unlike most who wore bronze armor. He cut Percy a grin and a wink that sent a chill up his spine. This guy was nothing but trouble.

"Percy Jackson," Reyna addressed him. "I'm Reyna, interim praetor of the First Legion, and this is my first lieutenant, Dakota. Have a seat."

They all three sat down, and Percy stared at Reyna blankly.

"Do you know why you're here at this camp, Percy?" she asked.

"I must have gotten lost or blacked out or something," Percy answered. "I have no idea how I got here or where here even is."

"What is the last thing you remember?"

"Um…I was getting on the subway. I was going across town to meet Annabeth. We both started winter break early, and we were going to catch a movie. Oh, she's going to be so mad that I was a no-show. Um, anyway, next thing I know, I'm here, chained to a cot."

Dakota cracked a smile like the thought of Percy chained to a cot amused him.

"How old are you Percy? Fifteen, sixteen?" she asked.

"Sixteen," Percy confirmed.

She looked at Dakota and shook her head. "Never so old. They are always just children."

Dakota looked Percy up and down and shrugged. "Could just be a lost mortal…got turned around on his paper route."

"Maybe," she said. "But the timing, it can't be coincidental."

"Sure it can," Dakota argued. "You don't think this puny little punk could have anything to Jason's disappearance. Jason would squash him like a bug."

"I can't believe his sudden appearance has nothing to do with Jason's disappearance."

Percy stayed quiet while they talked as if he weren't even in the room. He sat there in a confused daze wondering who this Jason was, and why would they think he would have anything to do with his disappearance, and who was Dakota calling puny?

"Jackson!" Dakota yelled bringing Percy out of his daze. "Where is Jason?"

Percy blinked. "Who? I don't know a Jason."

"But you know where he is," Reyna scowled.

"No! I don't even know where I am!" Percy argued in frustration. "I don't know what you want from me! Just let me go!"

Percy stood up and Dakota pushed him right back down in his seat.

"Get your hands off me!" Percy yelled at him.

"You'd better watch your mouth, boy," Dakota warned.

"Stop," Reyna said. "Dakota, go prepare the tests."

"You're not seriously—," Dakota started, but Reyna interrupted him.

"Go," she ordered.

Dakota didn't look happy about it, but he balled his right fist and put it to his heart like a kind of salute to her, and Reyna did the same. Dakota cut Percy an annoyed look then walked out of the tent.

Percy turned his attention to Reyna and tried the sad puppy dog eyes. "Could you untie me, please?"

"I'm afraid not. Not until we know who you are." She bit her bottom lip and muttered, "Roman or Greek?"

"Um…American," he said.

She actually cracked an amused grin at that remark. Percy eyed Reyna, silently making a dare with her. If she wanted to know who he was, then by all means he was going to tell her.

"I'm Percy Jackson. I live in an apartment on the Upper East Side of Manhattan with my mother Sally and my step-father Paul. I'm a sophomore at Goode High School. I have friends: Thalia, Tyson, Rachel. My best friend is Grover Underwood. My girlfriend is Annabeth Chase. She goes to a boarding school in New York. She and I met four years ago on a field trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I like to skateboard and play basketball. My favorite food is barbeque. My favorite color is blue. I have a dog, a Rottweiler. I'm not crazy about small spaces, and I'm a little ADHD, so could you please get me out of these cuffs!"