I don't know if anyone knows, but this is NOT a Chaos story. I used the term "Chaos" as in 'state of utter confusion,' or something like that. Just didn't want people to get confused (: Thanks for all the comments, guys! And I was going to post this on Tuesday, but BAM! We get ISA exams. Luckily, I have a five day weekend this week :D

Disclaimer: I do not own the PJO series, but the poem is mine


*Two years later, at the time of The Titan's Curse*

POV: PJ

You know that feeling where it feels as if everything was perfect? Like you felt like you belonged somewhere, for the very first time? It's a glorious feeling, isn't it?

Unfortunately, it didn't last long. Sometimes, that feeling of familiarization disappears, replaced with the feeling of hate, annoyance. Sometimes, people simply take you for granted, like how they did with me - liked me for my completion of quests, but as Thalia came, I was thrown away like trash. I was no longer needed, special. It was Thalia now. It was Thalia who was going to be the person in he prophecy, it was Thalia who was going to save the world.

Yeah, thanks so much for the appreciation. Cause, you know, I totally found the lightning bolt and the Golden Fleece for nothing. Who was that it that was made to get both? It certainly wasn't my choice - what kind of person in their right mind would choose to go on a quest that may very well end their life?

Thanks for the show of appreciation guys. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.


All I do these days is stay in my cabin, tossing Riptide up repeatedly, bored out of my mind. The only I go out of my cabin is when I absolutely have to eat or when I have to work on my failed archery skills. Every single time I launch an arrow, it seems to go haywire and end up where it shouldn't be. Even I have no idea how many times I've been yelled at for nearly maiming at someone.

Everyone's been worshipping Thalia, acting as if she were a gift from the gods. They all forgot about the poor Son of Poseidon, who isn't in any way particularly special.

Trust me, I'm not whining, I'm just ranting. Everyone wants to feel appreciated once in a while but...when there's no one to just give you a hug, it feels horrid.

And that's when the voices in my head started. Percy Jackson, you know you are better than everyone else. Who retrieved the lightning bolt for the gods? Who got the Golden Fleece and cured the Daughter of Zeus' tree? It was you, Percy Jackson, Son of Poseidon, and don't forget that. Every day, that voice would just whisper in my head, encouraging me that I wasn't just "nothing," but worth it. It was me who helped the gods while Thalia was in a tree.

Too bad no one else thinks that.


"Percy!" A voice shouted from outside, then a long series of knocking followed, "Percy Jackson! It's time for Capture the Flag!" Then more banging.

I opened my eyes and groaned. I took a look at my door, which was starting to shake and creak from the force on the other side. When I finally got rid of my insomnia and started to sleep well for the very first time, guess what? I get interrupted for just a mere match of Capture the Flag. It's not like anybody's gonna ask me for help, and if I were on anyone's team, I'm sure they'd just think me as a nuisance. Sighing, I stood up and trudged slowly to the door before opening it just a crack, peeking out to see whoever it was standing outside. It was Grover, a satyr that had became my first friend at Camp Half-Blood. At least he didn't drag me to a toilet and try to dump my head in it like that stupid Clarrise laRue did. And not like Annabeth, who ditched me for Thalia. Nor like CHiron, who just completely disregards me now.

"Thank goodness, Percy! Capture the Flag is already starting! You're with the Zeus and Hermes cabin* this time." Grover bleated, "And whoa! What happened to you, man?" My hair was disheveled, and I probably looked as if I had a flue for a long three weeks.

I sighed once more before changing quickly and grabbing Riptide. I uncapped the pen and and after it grew into full size, swung it around to get used to the feel of it. It was amazing, how it seemed to fit me just perfectly.

I faked a grin at Grover, hoping that he'd think nothing was wrong, before saying, "Let's do this!"


Yay! Hope you guys like it, sorry it's so short! I was trying to write really fast...would you have me update more regularly with short chapters, or have longer chapters? Just wondering :P

The *s are where I THINK he paired up with, but I'm not too entirely sure as I'm in school right now and don't have the book with me...I'll check later, or if anyone can just comment and say, I'd be nice :D

So...any particular opinions? Is it good? Is it bad? Is it awesomazing? :D

And thank you so much to everyone who added me as an author or subscribed to this story! It always makes me grin like a maniac when I receive the notifications!

After all, what is a writer without readers?

3 April