A/N Hey Guy's! Like I promissed the first chapter of the Sea of Monster's is up on my first official day of my summer holiday's. I know I also said this would be up on Friday, but I had a burst of inspiration yesterday and I just finished this today. So here you go, I hope you enjoy.

I don't own Percy Jackson.

Hi, my name is Sophia Jackson. If you met me last year when I ended up having to go on a quest to find my uncle, Lord Zeus', Lightning Bolt, then welcome back. It's nice to see you're interested in what I have to say. But if this is the first time you're meeting me, welcome. If it is your first time meeting me, I suggest that you go back and catch up on my first quest, which people had so kindly named 'The Lightning Thief'. That's who I apparently was, but rest assured, everything has been sorted out now. I no longer have the threat of death hanging over my head. At least not one from Zeus.

I should probably explain for those of you who don't know, or have already forgotten. As I've already said, I'm Sophia Jackson, and I'm the daughter of Poseidon. And before you ask, yes, Poseidon as in the Greek god of the seas. This means that I have some sort of power over water as well, all though the amount of power I have is nowhere near the amount of power my father has.

Last summer before turning twelve I was accused of stealing my uncle, Lord Zeus' lightning bolt. I had ended up spending two weeks trying to find it to clear mine and my father's name while trying not to get killed. During those two weeks I managed to blow up a bus, kill Medusa, meet a talking poodle, destroy half of the St. Louis Arch, kill a Chimera, meet Echidna, jump out of the St. Louis Arch, almost got trapped on a tunnel of Love ride, got trapped in a time stopping hotel, travel to the underworld, played fetch with a three headed dog and met my uncle Hades and get accused of stealing his helm of darkness, battle my immortal cousin Hades, travel from Los Angles to New York to get to Olympus before midnight on the summer solstice, prove my innocence and forgave my father.

So all in all I had an eventful week. Luckily it ended there right? Wrong. During my last week at camp, one of my mortal cousins Luke Castellen decided to take me to the woods to hunt monsters only to turn around and try to kill me with a poisonous scorpian.

So if you haven't figured it out yet. My family is full of people wanting to kill me. The good thing that came out of doing all that was the fact that my mom and I had finally gotten rid of my step father Gabe Ugliano a.k.a Smelly Gabe, with Medusa's head. My father had sent it back to me when I went to visit my mom to see if she had come back from the dead. Don't ask. My mum then got quite a bit of money from some art dealer who liked the look of Gabe and bought it off her, I have no clue how she sold it, but hey, anything that got us out of debt was welcome.

And after all that, I was proud to say that I was now collecting the camp beads that campers made to go a leather necklace so that those who wore them could remember what had happened in the year, sometimes they were good memories and other times they were bad. I was lucky that my first bead was something I should be proud of, and it was something I would remember for quite a while. It was a green trident which reminded everyone of the claiming of a daughter of Poseidon. The first daughter of Poseidon ever. I was unique in that way and I couldn't be happier about it.

Well I could be, I could be mortal. I could be normal. But then again, being normal was boring, and I would have the two best friends a girl could ask for. Grover Underwood, one of camp half bloods satyrs and recently turned seeker. He had explained to me over an IM (Iris-Messaging) that because he was now a professional seeker and had his licence he now had horns, and if he could, he would be showing them off every day. The only thing was he had to keep a hat on all day in the mortal world, which became annoying after a while.

My other friend was Will Solace, son of Apollo. Chiron, my camps activity director, had asked him to show me around camp on my first day where I wasn't unconscious and ever since then we had been inseparable. He, along with Grover, helped me during my first quest and helped me get out of trouble quite often. When I had been unconscious when I first got to camp after I killed the Minotaur who killed my mother, again don't ask, Will was the one who made sure I got through recovery. He even saved my life by killing a hell hound that had almost killed me during a capture the flag match where I had gotten claimed(if you want the full details then go read up about my first year as a demigod, I can't be bothered to go through it again). So I owed him quite a bit.

Anyway, after that strange summer, I went back to my mother's, where I started going to school at a place called Meriwether College Prep, whose goals were to help children like me. I still though it was a low key version of Yancy Academy, but my mom assures me that it wasn't.

Now that I've caught you up with my year, and yes I do mean year. Those who understand will know that it is nearly impossible for me to get through a single year of school without so much as a chance of getting expelled or the threat of expulsion. Now that I think about it, I hadn't even been attacked once this year, not since I started school at least, Maybe the monster's of Manhattan where on a break. Let's hope so anyway.

Sorry, I just realized I've been rambling on quite a while now. I guess I should carry on with my story now shouldn't I? I believe our story starts on the last day of school.

The air was harsh as the wind blew down the dark streets. Rain thundered down on the roofs of shops and down onto the road. Palm trees swayed violently against the winds, struggling to stand upright. Dark clouds covered the stars and what would have been the full moon. And waves from the ocean attacked the wall that was blocking the water from getting anywhere near the seaside town.

Over the horrific noise of the storm, I could hear shallow breaths and the familiar sound of hooves hitting the ground. Straining my ears I barely made out a panicky voice.

"Got to ... them. Must ... them."

The person started to get closer until finally they were within my eyesight, and they're words were clearer.

"They've got to know." That sounded like Grover. But what was he doing in Florida?

How I knew he was in Florida I don't know. But I figured that it had something to do with th sea.

"Grover!" I tried calling out, but I didn't think he heard me. "Grover!"

"Sophia?" He stumbled to a stop before a deafening roar came from behind him which made him start running again.

I tried calling out again but voice became muted. Grover seemed to forget all about me and seemed to be concentrating on a singular shop ahead of us.

He started to run faster as a shadow fell over us, determined to get to what looked like a bridal shop. What was Grover doing looking for wedding clothes?

When he was in front of the window of the bridal shop, Grover broke the window using his hooves and ran into the dark shop whist managing to knock the window display over.

A flash of lightning lit up the ruined shop and a roar echoed through the silent night.

"MINE!"

I sat up breathing heavily and looked around wildly, trying to figure out where I was. I took a deep breath to calm myself when I realized that I was still in my bedroom back in the small apartment my mom rents in Manhattan.

My hand crept under my pillow to find the familiar bronze pen that had offered me comfort whenever I got dreams like the one I just had. They had been happening all year, but they were mainly of Luke either planning something or talking to someone.

A smile slid onto my face when my hand covered the small pen that hid my lethal three foot long celestial bronze sword Anaklusmos. Or Riptide. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depends how you look at it really, riptide doesn't hurt mortals. It would just pass through them easily as though it was made out of air.

"Sophia, you're going to be late for school!"

"Coming mom!" I yelled back before jumping out of bed and moved to my wardrobe.

From the corner of my eye I saw something moving outside my window. I had gotten into the habit of sleeping with my curtains open, but I didn't think anyone would ever look in, not even monsters. Instantly alert, I moved towards the window and frowned when I saw a shadow shimmer before disappearing. Opening my window, I looked out at the fire escape but found no one there. My frown deepened in confusion. Shrugging, I passed it off as a trick of the light and closed the window.

"Sophia! If you don't get down here in five minutes you'll be leaving without breakfast!"

I closed the curtains so I could get dressed. It might have been a trick of the light, but I wasn't going to take any chances.

"Where were you?" My mom asked, placing a plate of blueberry pancakes on the table for me before making a cup of coffee for herself.

"I thought I saw something," I shrugged sitting down at the table and began eating the few pancakes my mom had already put out.

"And did you?" I shook my head in answer and stuffed my mouth with the delicious homemade pancakes my mom always managed to make.

"So, are you nervous for your last day of school?" I raised my eyebrows at her question and swallowed the food in mouth.

"Should I be?"

"Of course not, it's just how many times have you actually made it to the end of the school year without being expelled."

"I did at Yancy,"

"You weren't invited back because of your school marks."

"It sounds like you're the one who's nervous" I chuckled and downed the glass of cold orange juice before moving to place my plate and glass in the sink.

"I don't know how you can eat like that,"

"Practice. If you don't eat quickly at camp the chances are the Hermes cabin probably would have done something to your food before you can even blink."

"I'm guessing this happened to you?" I laughed in memory of the surprised son of Hermes' face.

"Almost, I caught Connor at the last moment." I paused before asking a question myself. " While we're on the subject, what time are you taking me to camp?"

My mom froze for a second with her coffee mug half way to her lips, before she lowered the mug and sighed.

"About that, I don't think it's a good idea if you went to camp this year."

"What? Why not?" I asked wide eyed. "Besides Olympus, Camp is the safest place for me. And to be honest, I doubt the Gods would appreciate it much if I decided to spend the summer on Olympus."

"I know sweet heart. It's just Chiron called this morning and..." She broke off for a moment before continuing quickly. "And though that after last summer you'd be safer at home than at camp."

"You're lying, Chiron wouldn't say that." I protested, "He knows I need to be trained, and the only place that's possible is at camp."

"Now's not the best time to talk about it," Mom said.

"Really? Because I think it a great time to talk about it." I snapped.

"You should get going," Mom said tiredly. "We really don't have time for this and Tyson's going to be waiting for you."

Meriwether Prep had adopted Tyson so that everyone else could feel good about themselves as Tyson was homeless. My mom has a theory that Tyson's parents had abandoned him when he was a child because he was so different. He was six foot and was built like a bear. He was really sweet but you couldn't tell that by looking at him.

His face was covered in scars and looked a bit misshapen. I've never looked higher than his mouth because admittedly I was a bit scared to. He cried a lot to, and that's actually how I met him. He had been crying his eyes out when the school bully, Matt Sloan, had been making fun of him because he didn't have a home. And because I hate bullies so much I ended up stepping in and helped him. Admittedly I ended up in detention because I punched Sloan in the face, but it was worth it.

Ever since then Tyson had taken it upon himself to practically attach himself to my hip and had never gone anywhere in the school on his own unless it was with me.

The school itself was a bit weird. It was a 'progressive' school which was supposed to help children learn what it was like in the outside world when you were dyslexic, or if you were a kleptomaniac ect.

In other words, it just meant instead of desks like a normal school, we had been bags. And instead of getting in trouble for blowing something up in chemistry, you got an A+.

Before you ask me how that's fair, don't ask me, ask my chemistry teacher. She's the one you gave me it. In fact, it actually happened today. Because Tyson's hands are so big he ended up knocking all the chemicals into the bin by the side of our table and caused all of them to give off a mini explosion. Our teacher ha instantly given us an A+ and had said that it was the quickest anyone had ever made something explode in her class and let everyone out early.

Which was why Tyson and I were currently lounging on the climbing frame in the playground. We had been talking quietly when Matt Sloan and his friends approached us.

"Hey freak!" Sloan jeered. "Why don't you go back to your cardboard box. It's not like anyone will miss you."

Tyson instantly burst into tears and I clenched my fists in anger.

"Knock it off Sloan."

"I don't know why you bother Jackson, he's a lost cause. You'd probably have a boyfriend if you didn't hang around him."
"How many times do I have to tell you? I don't ..." But it wasn't any use, Matt and his friends were laughing their heads off.

For some reason it looked like there were more people hanging around Sloan than usual. But I decided that it must have been my imagination and that there wasn't enough idiots in the world that would be stupid enough to hand around Sloan.

Tyson had finally calmed down when I said I would by him some peanut butter sandwiches at lunch.

"Ignore him Ty, you're not a freak."

"N-no one like me."

"That's not true," I rubbed his arm to comfort him. "I like you."

"Y-you m-miss me?" I nodded.

"Of course I'd miss you. You're my friend."

He gave me a watery smile, which would have been sweet in some weird way, but the peanut butter stuck in his teeth made the image a lot less, pretty.

Eventually we had made it to social studies which meant there was only one lesson left before school would be over for the summer. We were studying latitude and longitude, and when I thought no one was looking I took a peek at the picture I kept hidden in the back of my notebook.

It was of Will with his mother in the Bahamas. I'm not sure how they afforded it but they looked happy. Will had his arm around his mother's shoulder's while she had her arm around his bare waist. They were sitting on a lounge chair next to a pool that was behind the hotel they had been staying at and Will was in his swimming trunks while his mom was in a simple one piece. I was glad he and his mom were getting along.

I was about to close the notebook when it was snatched out of my hands by Sloan who was unfortunately sat in front of me.

"Who's this Jackson, your boyfriend?"

"He's a friend Sloan. Now give it back." I grabbed the book bag and stuffed it into my bag which lay at my feet.

I rolled my eyes in frustration when Sloan started making kissy faces at me, then started high fiving his new friends. How can guys be so immature?

My eyes zeroed in on the name tags on his friends chests. "Marrow Sucker", "Skull Eater," and "Joe Bob." Again I rolled my eyes, you'd swear they were five. Sloan caught me looking at the name tags and smirked.

"Their coming here next year,"

"Oh joy," I said, sarcasm lacing my words. "Just what this school needs, more idiots."

"What did you say?" Sloan asked standing up in a way, I suppose, was meant to be intimidating.

"You heard." I crossed my arms and looked at him pointedly, waiting for him to make his move.

But before he could do anything, the teacher called from the front.

"Is there a problem here?"

"No miss," I answered, and smirked in answer to Sloan's 'threatening' glare as he sat down.

"Just wait till next period," I pretended to be scared at the Sloan's threat and smirked again at his answering growl.

Dodge ball. I should have known.

I groaned as I watched Sloan sweet talk the coach into letting us play dodge ball, and I hit my forehead with my hand when I saw the coach nod in agreement before going into his office and opened a newspaper.

I glared in response to Sloan smirking at me when he saw that I had seen the entire exchange with him and coach. I stalked over to Tyson as an unspoken agreement passed through the hall as everyone split into two teams. Matt's friends and the 'popular' crowd where at one end of the gym while me and a few others were opposite them.

I watched Matt's new friends smirk and crack their knuckles and noticed that when one of them looked over at me, there was a familiar glint in their eyes I had seen before, which instantly put me on edge. Something told me that this wasn't going to end well.

"They smell funny," Tyson whimpered beside me.

"What do you mean?" I asked, keeping my attention on the three boys who I swore were getting bigger.

"They scare me, I don't like them."

"Don't worry Ty, they can't hurt you." I comforted and patted his arm and moved so I was standing directly across from Sloan. Challenging him to try something that would upset Tyson.

I know if Annabeth were here, she would be lecturing me about having doubts about my team. Which in a way, I was. It wasn't as though I hated them it's just that when I was trying to prove something I liked having people by my side that could help me prove that thing. And since I was trying to prove to Sloan that I wasn't going to let anyone walk over me anytime soon, I'd like to have people back me up. But it looked like wasn't going to happen.

What with Tyson crying nearly every time he got hit and Tommy being asthmatic, Samantha and Mel with the worst aim I had ever seen (and that's saying something when it's coming from the girl who managed to shot a centaur in the butt when he was standing behind me when I was aiming in front of me), all of them had pretty slow reflexes, although I thought that if Tyson stopped crying for a second he would be a good partner. And I would bet all the money I had that someone was hiding behind the crash mats that were propped up against the wall. I know it sound mean to say all that, but since I got to camp, I'd grown a bit of a competitive streak.

As if in slow motion, Sloan raised his whistle to his lips, and blew.

Kicking myself into gear I ran forward trying to reach the balls before the other team got them all, and I only just succeeded in getting one when Matt's new friends got the rest. Even though the school had plenty of money, there were only four balls that we could use for dodge ball. Which was why everyone practically fell over eachother trying to get a ball whenever we actually played the game.

I threw the ball at first opening I got towards one of the school's Barbie wannabie's. I smirked happily when the girl screamed when the ball hit her before she stalked off to the side angrily. My smirk disappeared instantly when I realized that Matt's team now had all four balls. This would be one of the moments that Will would call me a seaweed brain before yelling at me what I should have done then yells at me what I should be doing now. I swear he's almost as bad as Annabeth at times.

Sloan realized what I had done and laughed loudly.

"What you going to do now Jackson? It seems you've got yourself a problem."

I scowled at him and waited for him to make his move. But it didn't come, instead he turned to his new friends and started to yell at them.

"What you waiting for? Get the loser's out, Jackson's mine." The one called Skull Eater answered him.

"No way, we've been waiting too long for this. Jackson's ours."

"You do know I am here right?" I asked, but then added. "And I don't belong to anyone."

They ignored me and carried on their little argument.

"Stop messing around and get the other's out. Jackson deserves what she's gonna get from ... Hey what's going on?"

I started backing up when the newbie's started to visibly grow in front of us. I had been right earlier. Their shirts started ripping as they became too big for them, and as the shirts ripped open they revealed redness that quickly spread until every visible piece of skin had turned blood red. Their teeth started to grow outwards until they hung over their lowers lips and their eyes blackened. When Joe Bob's shirt fell apart and landed in a heap on the floor in front of his, he flexed his arms as though happy we wasn't restrained any longer and showed off his tattoo of a heart on his right arm with 'Baby Cakes' written in the centre of the dark heart.

"Th daughter of Poseidon is ours. And we're not going to let a puny human stand in our way."

Like it? Hate it? Let me know. And just to remind you all, the poll is still up on my profile and I won't take it down until this story is finished, so tell me, Do you think Rachel should be a boy or a girl?

And one more thing, I have this idea for a fem!Harry Potter fic, but I need a name for her. I want it to go with Lillian Potter, any ideas let me know except it can't begin with a H.

Anyway until next time,

WelshGril4Life