Hi! This is my first fanfiction ever. The first 2 chapters are not the best. I promise it will get better.

Don't own anything.

Thalia POV

"Go, come on…" I mumbled. My sword had just jammed into the rocky ground. Percy, Annabeth, and I had been fighting the giants.

"Yes! I yelled, finally pulling out my sword.

As I said that, I immediately started slashing through other monsters. Lately it hadn't been going well. Almost none of the gods had showed up to help us kill the giants. The scene wasn't pretty: we were obviously losing… only a few demigods were still standing.

"Thalia! Watch out!" Percy screamed.

Right behind me, an empousai had been sneaking up on me. As soon as I saw her, I slashed my sword in her direction; but she was quicker. She bit me on the shoulder, and right then, 2 other empousai decided to help her out.

"Backup!" I screamed, but then remembered that I wasn't part of the Hunters anymore…

Then suddenly, a giant decide it was the best moment to kill me.

It picked up a nearby car, in which a mortal was sleeping. Weirdly, it did not wake up, even when elevated and thrown to me. At the same time, the giant breathed poison onto me. The last thing I remembered before fainting was the loud snores of the mortal still inside the car.

XxX

As I woke up, I found myself in the woods. Not far from me was a castle. There was nobody in the streets, it was night…

I checked myself to make sure I really was alive, and saw that I was still bleeding in various places, and incredibly weak.

Either heaven doesn't necessarily mean that you're healed from all your wounds, either I'm in hell, or this is a dream.

Or I'm going crazy.

"Supper!" yelled a voice

Slowly I turned around and saw an ogre. It had a very circle head and a double chin. It was wearing rags, and was 2 or 3 heads taller than me.

Oh Joy.

With a club in one hand, and sword in the other, it charged.

Honestly, you would think that after killing monsters your whole life, this would be easy, but no. After about 15 minutes, it was dead on the ground. Unfortunately, in a few minutes, if I didn't get any help soon, I was going to be dead on the ground. I dragged myself to the castle, limping, bruised and leaving a trail of blood on the ground. With the energy that I had left, I knocked on the door loudly while leaning onto it. Quite unwisely, as someone opened the door, I was still leaning on it, so I literally fell to my knees. Looking into very dark brown eyes, not knowing who they belonged to, I mumbled one word.

"Help."

My world became black.

XxX

I woke up with a major headache. My throat was dry and my eyelids seemed to be glued together and had no wanting to wake up. Unfortunately, I remembered that I was in an unknown place, no correction, and unknown world, filled with deathly unknown things.

And unknowingly comfortable beds.

I slowly peeled my eyes open. The room I was in was majestic: red carpeting, a beautiful velvet sofa, and a gorgeous mural with a golden lion, and rows of swords on the wall. I knew I should be looking around for a way out, I just was extremely curious about the swords… they look better than what we ever had at camp.

I wondered how I got here, while my fingers traced the design on the handle of the most majestic sword. As I glanced at the window, I didn't recognize any of the forest or the sights outside. It looked medieval… or Renaissance? I really should of paid attention during history class. It was so different outside… for one, it was peaceful and second, people were laughing and talking together, children were playing and enjoying themselves, and third, there was no monsters running in my direction. This place wasn't normal. As a demigod, I learned that quiet and happy places were the most dangerous.

I tilted the sword upward, to have a better look at the ruby encrusted inside the handle. It was probably just for show because with such a jewel, it would be really hard to hold it. Unless your hands were big like thrash lids.

"You have 5 seconds to take your filthy hands of my sword before I cut your head off."

I turned to the speaker. He was muscular and slightly taller than me, which made me hate him right there and then. His mouth was in a scowl and his brown eyes were covered by his black curly hair. And it hit me. Those were the same brown eyes as I had asked help for. Damn it.

I looked straight into his eyes and said as calmly as I could: "I greatly doubt that you will kill me. Otherwise you would have killed me at the steps of the castle. So, no, I will not let go of the sword. And my hands are clean, thank you".

I took my eyes of the sword he was pointing to my throat and returned my attention to the swordon the wall. Honestly, I was done looking at it; I just want to piss off this I'm-taller-than-you-in-your-face-mouhahaha person.

"I, King Edmund the Just, order you to take your clean hands off my sword, or I will be forced to behead you." The boy said.

I laughed straight in his face. "You? A king? Greatly doubt it. And even if you were, The Just is an awful title for you. I mean honestly, your threatening a girl of beheading because she's admiring a sword. And honestly, fancy words don't change what you mean nor the fact that you look nothing like a king. You're just a scrawny little boy."

The boy growled and approached the sword to my throat.

"Great way to welcome a guest, Edmund. Really, I'm amazed." A taller boy with blond hair said while coming in.

"That's what I was telling him." I mumbled as 'Edmund' removed his sword from my throat. As soon as he did so, I pushed him to the floor. I pressured my bracelet so it would turn into a shield and took my sword from my waist. I put one foot on his chest so he would stay down and brought the sword to his throat.

"Don't ever, ever, threaten Thalia Grace. Remember that." I whispered quietly and ran off, shoving the taller boy out of my way. I ran down the corridor… and bumped to a younger girl than me. I helped her back up and was about to continue to run, when I saw a girl with a bow and arrow pointed to me. I turned around, only to see the Edmund and mister-blond-dude.

This was most probably the worst situation a demigod could get in.

Edmund had a smirk. And that set me off. I charged towards him, my sword in front of me. He put himself in attack position. When we clashed swords, I was surprised by his strength. We exchanged a few hits, all wonderfully stopped. Even though he was really good, I had an advantage. I learned his kind of fighting, but he obviously didn't know my Greek with a touch of Roman style. When he finally fell, I ran, pushed down a few soldiers to the floor… only to face a Minotaur.

Schnitzels.

In his hands he held an axe and he let out a grumble. Behind him, at least twenty soldiers approached, and the dozen of soldiers I had earlier pushed, shoved, hit, and kicked were getting up. I slowly turned to see Edmund, blond-person, bow-and-arrow-lady, and the girl-that-I-accidently-shoved to my back, all looking displeased. Now, when you're a demigod, you learn to recognize desperate situations. This was one of them.

Slowly, I let my sword fall to the ground with a loud clang, put down my shield, and put my arms up. It may have been my imagination, but I thought I saw a look of mock in Edmund eyes. Just you wait, you prick.

"I see our little guest has finally been put in her place. At the mercy of her authorities." Edmund sneered.

The blond dude, with a sign of his hand, silenced Edmund.

"Who are you?" he asked.

Silence.

"Where are you from?"

Silence.

"Can you speak?"

"Yes but I've decided that I will not answer one of your useless questions. If you traitors, workers of Gaea, are planning on killing me, do it now. You won't get anything out of me."

I saw confusion across everyone's face. My thoughts doubled their speed.

They don't know about Greek mythology. Probably shouldn't learn about it. What about the Minotaur? Not important. But then, why are there centaurs and fauns? And why do they look like medieval/renaissance people? Curse my history teacher. All this confusion is his fault.

"Um, I have no idea what you're talking about…" stupid-blond-person-that-won't-state-his-name said.

"Where am I?" I asked.

"Narnia. Where are you from?" the little girl answered.

"Planet Earth. What's Narnia?" I asked warily.

"Wait, were from Earth?" she asked, ignoring my question

"America. What's Narnia?"

"America! Like United States of America?"

"Yup. What's Narnia?"

"Is the war over?"

"There's been lots of wars lately. Don't know which one you're talking about. What's Narnia?"

"What year are you from?"

"2014. What's Narnia?"

The four people exchanged surprised glances. After a few minutes of complete silence, I exploded.

"WILL SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT IN THE NAME OF ZEUS NARNIA IS?"

The younger child looked at me.

"You're not going to like it." she said in a tiny voice.

"Tell me and I'll tell you if I like or not."

"You've probably come to Narnia because you're, well, uh… Dead on planet Earth, and Aslan, the mighty lion, wants you to fulfil something."

There was a silence for a couple of minutes.

Lion. A lion decided I should come here. Next thing you know, minotaurs will be nice and bring me my supper without trying to kill me. This is a parallel world. Not on Planet Earth anymore. I'm dead. Dead. Percy…Annabeth..The Huntress, Leo, Nico, Piper, JASON! All of them… I'll never see them again…

"You're right. I don't like it."