This is only my second fanfiction... I would greatly appreciate constructive criticism–beta reader, anyone? Thanks.

All of the story will be set in the PoV of Jason Grace–it's basically a counterpart of Percy's journey... anyone think that The Odyssey of Jason Grace is a good series title?

Chapter ONE

Right. So, question two: Explain the properties of life emerge from complex organization. I had absolutely no idea what the question meant. Well, could you blame me? I'm not a child of Minerva–and never will be.

I started to daydream. Only one minute until–

The bell rung. Well, maybe one second.

I avoided all of the stampeding feet of my classmates and somehow managed to scramble outside for recess.

Outside, the air was brisk and fresh. That wasn't stopping storm clouds from rolling in. Seems like Jupiter is angry.

The weather had been real freaky since December. It had stopped for a brief period of time, and then started up again.

I stared across the piece of grassy land, wishing I was at Castra Romana. Even though the director, Lupa, was far from the word 'nice', camp is way better than school. Don't you agree? Oh, wait, forget that I said that. Reyna will most certainly kill me. Just leave it to a daughter of the wisdom goddess to do that.

No tests, no homework–wow, I'm starting to sound like Bobby. As if my thoughts summoned him over, he was right at my side.

"Hi, Jason!" he cheerfully grinned. "What's up?"

I laughed dryly. "Nothing much, if you don't count the fact that I did one question on the science review sheet. You?"

"I didn't do any," Bobby smiled. "Don't tell Reyna that."

"I'm sure she will understand," I chuckled sarcastically. In an undertone, I added, "After she finishes turning you into French toast sticks."

"I heard that!"

I pretended (very badly) that I was scraping the ground with a stick when Reyna appeared over me, scowling.

"I don't even know how to make them," she added, plopping down next to me. "Last time I tried to cook, I burned down a whole house."

Bobby's peals of laughter could be heard all the way to Olympus.

"What's so funny?" Reyna asked, instantly flaring up even more. "That's not a good thing, you idiot!"

"I know that," Bobby said innocently. It was clear to everyone that he didn't know that.

"Uh huh," I smirked. "Which is why you look like you're about to burst like a volcano."

"Good idea," Reyna said thoughtfully. "That could be Bobby's new nickname. Volcano."

"It isn't funny as the last one," Bobby said placidly. I had to say that I agreed.

"Oh, shut up," Reyna irritably said. "It wasn't supposed to be!"

"Uh huh," Bobby said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Reyna ignored him from that point on, or at least, tried to.

I snickered as Bobby made sarcastic remarks at Reyna, who was increasingly looking like a volcano herself–one that was about to explode any moment now. Eventually, she attracted the whole school's attention by yelling her head off at Bobby. It was quite funny to see a fuming girl chasing a brown-haired boy around the bathrooms.

"Um, Jason? A little help here!" Bobby called to me as he dashed away from Reyna, who was now in the process of giving him one of her famous death glares while running–not to mention that her hand was creeping ever so slowly to her weapon.

"Knock it off, guys," I said. Obviously, neither Reyna nor Bobby listened–Reyna, because she was too angry, and Bobby because he was not in the proximity to hear me. Too bad, although I couldn't exactly resort to summoning lightning or anything like that. That would get a... um, little out of hand. Who would be able to know if my friends and I got eaten up by a monster?

In fact, as I was thinking that thought, I grasped onto the fact that there was a girl staring hungrily (usually not a good sign) at another girl who was listening to an iPod, compoletely unaware of what was happening around her. Modern techonology is evil, as it can get you killed by monsters.

I cursed in Latin–Reyna wasn't showing any remote signs of stopping chasing Bobby down. I didn't want to make a scene of myself, either, as I was a son of one of the Big Three. I could bet you that all monsters within a billion-mile radius had sensed my presence. Okay, maybe I'm overdoing it, but I think that you get the idea: monsters are drawn to me like crazy–note that I did not say 'attracted'. Bleah, who would want a monster as their date? Maybe, Echidna and Typhon, sitting in a tree. I'm better off with Reyna, although (as it is clearly shown now) she can be incredibly shouty at times. Oh, did I just say that? No, I am not dating Reyna.

By this time, that girl I mentioned earlier had swiveled her gaze to me. Uh-oh, I thought. I know, wonderful choice of words, huh? But what would you think if there was an incredibly kleptomaniac/psychotic monster staring at you?

Reyna tackled Bobby, which created quite a scene. Everyone started laughing.

Bobby rolled from underneath Reyna and sat up with a tuft of grass in hair. And that's when the hellhounds pounced.