Hi everyone! This is my re-written version of my previous story. I hope I had fixed most of the mistakes from the last time. Please review!

I do not own Percy Jackson world or characters but Chloe is my OC!

Thousands of years ago, mortals and demigods lived together in harmony. All those who walked the earth acknowledged and worshiped the gods. Demigods, children of mortals and the gods, were not uncommon. It was consider a blessing and a curse by some, to have a demigod child. For the past thousands of years there was balance between the gods in the heavens and the mortals on earth. Demigods kept that balance between their two heritages. As children of both they protected the mortals against any dangers and did the gods will.

However, that balance was easily broken.

As time passed, the mortals' power got stronger and smarter. Slowly they started to turn away from the way of the gods. This angered the gods causing them to punish those who dare to turn against them. Plagues, wars, hurricanes, and volcanoes devastated the earth. Those disasters where meant to scare the mortals in to worshiping the gods again. It did not turn out that way. Instead, the mortals became angry and bitter towards the gods. All knowledge of the gods faded into the history. History became legend. Legends turned into myths.

Even now in the modern day world there are still demigods walking amongst the mortals.

Life as a demigod is extremely dangerous. It is full of blood and death. When you find out that you are one, it's like a countdown has started on when you will die.

My countdown started when I was twelve years old.

Many crazy and questionable things had happen several times though out my life. However, I first knew something strange was really going on during sixth-grade; more pacifically when my class from Yancy Academy took to the Metropolitan Museum of Art in Manhattan. I was actually excited for this trip because we were going to look at ancient Greek and Roman stuff. Our Latin teacher, Mr. Brunner, was leading this trip, which gave me hope that this trip was going to be fun, unlike most Yancy field trips.

Mr. Brunner was my favorite teacher I've ever had. He would tell us stories and jokes and let us play actual fun games in class. Even though Latin was hard it was the only class that didn't put Percy, my twin brother, and me to sleep. So out of respect for Mr. Burnner I was ready to be on my best behavior.

Unfortunately bad things always happen when Percy and I go on school trips.

Every year at each of the six schools we've been too in the past six years something happens on field trips. Last year in fifth-grade when we visited the Saratoga battlefield Percy accidently set off a Revolutionary War canon, blowing up the bus. Thankfully, no one got hurt in the incident though. No one knows how it happened but he was expelled anyways. The year before that, at a different school, we took a trip to Marine World on a behind-the-scenes tour. I accidently hit a lever on the catwalk and our class took an unplanned swim in to the shark pool. Of course we weren't welcome back to that school either.

Before we left Yancy the headmaster had called Percy and I to his office. He proceeds to threatened Percy and me with in-school suspension if we do anything other than breathing on this trip. Not wanting that to happen we were determined to be good on this trip but that was harder than we thought.

All the way up to the city, I sat in across from Percy and Grover, Percy best-friend, with my best friend Katie trying not to jump across the seats and punching Nancy Bobofit. For the whole ride Nancy has been throwing chunks of peanut butter-and-ketchup sandwich at the back of Grover's head.

Grover was a scrawny guy who cried when he got frustrated making him an easy target. I also think that he was held back several times because he was the only sixth grader with acne and starting to grow a heard on his chin. It doesn't help that he's crippled.

He had some kind of muscular diseased in his legs that causes him to walk funny as if every step hurt him, so he has a note that excuses him from PE. Although that doesn't slow him down when it's enchilada day in the cafeteria.

Grover was an easy target for Nancy because she knew that Percy and I were on probation so we couldn't do anything about her throwing food at Grover.

"I'm going to kill her," Percy mumbled angrily.

"I'll help," I mumbled also.

"It's okay. I like peanut butter." Grover said trying to calm Percy and me down.

Grover dodged another piece of Nancy sandwich. I turned around and thought of how Nancy with a black would look.

"That's it." I started to get up out of my seat to give Nancy said black eye, but Katherine pulled me down in the seat.

"Don't do anything stupid Chloe." Katie told me "You're already on probation."

"Yea well, in-school suspension would be so worth it right now if I can just get one good swing in!" I growled under my breath as I crackled my knuckles.

"Chloe," Grover said in a warning tone. I sighed and stayed in my seat. Looking back on that moment, I wish I had punched Nancy then. Compared to the mess Percy and I was about to get into is nothing compared to in-school suspension.

I was so glad when we pulled up to the museum because Nancy finally left Grover alone. Mr. Brunner led our museum tour. Mr. Brunner led the museum tour. Riding up front in his wheelchair, guiding us through huge galleries filled with marbled statues and glass cases full of ancient black-and-orange pottery. How these things have survived after all this time is mind blowing.

I tried to listen to what Mr. Brunner was saying about the thirteen-foot-tall stone column that he has gather us around but couldn't because everyone else was talking about one thing or another. When Percy and I told them to be quite Mrs. Dodds, the other teacher chaperone, would glare at us with nothing but hate in her eyes.

From the first moment she laid eyes on Percy and me she thought we were the devil children and Nancy was an angle sent down from heaven. Whenever she says, "Now honey," surgery sweet, we know that means after-school detention for a month.

One time she made Percy erase answers out of old math workbooks until midnight. Later in a joking way, I told Grover that I didn't think Mrs. Dodds was human. He looked me in the eye with the most serious expression I've ever seen on him, and said, "You're absolutely right."

That should have been my first clue.

Mr. Brunner kept taking about Greek funeral art ignoring what the other students were doing.

It wasn't until Nancy snicker something about the naked guy on the stele, which caused Percy to finally turned around and shouted, "Will you shut up?" It had come out louder than he probably meant too.

The rest of the group laughed. I rolled my eyes.

Mr. Brunner stopped his story.

"Mr. Jackson," he said, "did you have a comment?"

Percy face got red. He said, "No sir."

Mr. Brunner not done with Percy just yet, pointed to the stele. "Perhaps you'll tell us what this picture represents?"

"That's Kronos eating his kids, right?" Percy said after a moment of looking at it.

"Yes," Mr. Brunner said, obviously not satisfied. "And he did this because…"

"Well…" Percy paused for a second. "Kronos was the king god, and—"

"Titan," I corrected him.

"Right, Titan," Percy corrected, "and… he didn't trust his kids who were the gods. So, um, Kronos ate them, right? But his wife hid baby Zeus, and gave Kronos a rock to eat instead. And later, when Zeus grew up, he tricked his dad, Kronos, into barfing up his brothers and sisters—"

"Ewww!" One girl behind us said. I nodded my head in agreement.

"—and so there was this big fight between the gods and the Titans," He continued, "and the gods won."

Some of the group snickered.

Why anyone would find that funny is beyond me.

Behind me, Nancy mumbled to a friend, "Like we're going to use this in real life. Like it's going to say on our job applications, 'Please explain why Kronos at his kids.'"

"And why, Mr. Jackson," Mr. Brunner said, "to paraphrase Miss Bobofit's excellent question, does this matter in real life?"

"Busted," Grover muttered smirking.

"Shut up," Nancy hissed bright red.

Percy thought about for a second before shrugging. "I don't know, sir."

"I see." Mr. Brunner said disappointedly, "How about you Miss. Jackson?"

I thought about it and said, "Well… um… since Ancient Greece has influence civilizations all over the world, even our modern ones has influences that can be traced back to that time, I guess it is important to study their civilization, and since Greek god and goddess, and titans too I guess, were part of that culture we have to learn about it also."

"Not the answer I was expecting but still an expectable one." Mr. Brunner nodded in approval. "Half credit to both of you Miss Jackson and Mr. Jackson. Zeus did indeed feed Kronos a mixture of mustard and wine, which made him disgorge his other five children, who, of course, being immortal gods, had been living and growing up completely undigested in the Titan's stomach. The gods defeated their father, sliced him to pieces with his own scythe, and scattered his remains in Tartarus, the darkest part of the Underworld. On that happy note, it's time for lunch. Mrs. Dodds, would you lead us back outside?"

The class drifted off. As Grover, Katie, Percy, and I were about to follow when Mr. Brunner said, "Miss Jackson, Mr. Jackson please wait for a moment."

Percy and I shared a look. We knew what was coming.

"You guys keep going. We'll meet up outside." I told them. Katie frowned while Grover nodded and left.

We turned to Mr. Brunner. "Sir?" Percy asked.

Mr. Brunner gave us this intense disappointed look. His brown eyes so intense that they could've been a thousand years old and had seen everything. That makes it even worse when he is disappointed in you.

"You must learn the answer to my question," Mr. Brunner told us.

"About the Titans?" I asked confused.

"About real life. And how your studies apply to it."

"Oh."

"Your answer was good Miss Jackson, but as I said: it wasn't what I was looking for. Greek culture has influence our modern world but you need to learn how Greek mythology does also," He said, "What you learn from me is vitally important. I expect you both to treat it as such. I will accept only the best from both of you, Chloe and Percy Jackson."

I crossed my arms trying to get frustrated.

Mr. Brunner pushes us harder than anyone else has ever did before. Unlike all our other teachers, who brush us off as stupid troublemakers, Mr. Brunner has high expectations for us. He expects us to be not be good but better than everyone else. Doing that is easier said than done with our dyslexia and attention deficit disorder. We never made anything above a C- in our life. There is no way for us to learn every Greek and Roman person, their parents, and what god they worshiped. It's impossible.

Percy and I mumbled something about trying harder, while Mr. Brunner took one long look at the stele. He was so sad, as if he has just been at someone's funeral.

He told us to go outside and eat lunch. We nodded and left wordlessly.

Walking outside we saw that our class had gathered on the front steps of the museum. A storm was brewing over head, with clouds darker than I ever seen before in New York. They were the kind of clouds you hear about in the Midwest when they think a tornado is coming. Unexplainable weather has been happening ever since Christmas; Massive snow storms, flooding, wildfires from lightning strikes from server thunderstorms. I wouldn't be surprised if this storm really does produce a tornado.

No one seems the notice the brewing storm so I didn't think anything of it. Looking around I noticed some guys were pelting pigeons with Lunchable crackers. Nancy was trying to pickpocket something from a lady's purse, and, of course, Mrs. Dodds wasn't seeing a thing even though she stood not that far away.

Sighing I sat down next to Katie on the edge of the fountain, away from the main group. If they wanted to act up then let them. I wanted nothing to do with my fellow classmates. It also made it look like to bypasses that we weren't part of that school—that school for troublemakers who can't get in anywhere else. It was a bonus that the sound of the fountain calmed my frustrated nerves.

Percy and Grover soon joined us.

"What did Brunner want?" Katie asked breaking the silence.

"Oh you know the normal." I said taking one of her twizzles, "'You must do better Chloe. I won't expect anything but the best from you.'"

"I just wish he would lay off sometimes." Percy added. "I mean—we are not genius."

Katie stayed quite, having heard the same rant many times before. Grover was also quite for a while until he said, "Can I have your apple Percy?"

Percy gave him the apple.

The four of us sat in silence watching the cabs pass by on the street below while we ate our lunch. I was tempted to take one of the cabs and go home to my mom's apartment. It wasn't even far from where we sat. The only thing stopping me is possibility that she wouldn't even be home. I did not want to deal with my step-dad Gabe anymore often then I needed too. I also didn't even want to picture what he would do if Percy and I showed up at the apartment a month earlier then when school gets out.

I had just to finish my ham sandwich when Nancy walked over and dumped her half-eaten lunch in Grover's lap.

"Oops." She grinned at me with her crooked teeth. I was stood up, about to punch Nancy all the way into next week when something beyond my imagination happen.

The water from the fountain appeared to come to life, formed a hand, and grabbed Nancy pulling her into the fountain.

That should have been my second clue.

I just stared speechless. Standing next to me Percy appeared to be confused about why Nancy was in the water. Did Percy have anything to do with what happen to the water?

"Percy and Chloe pushed me!" Nancy screamed sitting in the water.

It was no surprise when Mrs. Dodds honed in on us like a missile.

Some of the other student started whispering and gathering around, but I didn't care. Something wasn't right. There is no way the water could do what it did. So how did it?

After making sure poor Nancy was alright and promising to get a new shirt from the gift shop, Mrs. Dodds turned to Percy and I. She had a look of triumphant in her eyes, as if she has been waiting for this moment for a long time. "Now, honey—"

"I know," Percy grumbled, "A month erasing workbooks."

Wrong thing to say.

"Both of you, come with me," Mrs. Dodds said pointing to Percy and me.

"Wait!" Grover shouted. "It was me. I pushed her."

Grover looked panic stricken, as if the thought of Mrs. Dodds giving us detention terrified him. Well Mrs. Dodds does terrify him, but a gut feeling told me it was for some other reason. Percy looked at Grover in shock also, but I think it was more for the reason Grover was trying to cover for us.

"I don't think so, Mr. Underwood," Mrs. Dodds said glaring at him so hard he started to tremble.

"But—"

"You—will —stay—here."

Grover looked at us pleading for us to help or not to follow. Before I could figure out which Percy gave him a pat on the shoulder saying, "It's okay man. Thanks for trying."

"Honey," Mrs. Dodds barked at us. "Now."

Nancy smirked.

Percy and I both gave her our deluxe I'm-going-to-kill-you-later glare.

Then I turned to face Mrs. Dodds, but she wasn't there. She was standing at the museum entrance, way at the top of the steps, gesturing impatiently at us to come on.

How'd she get there so fast?

I glanced at Percy, he seemed to be thinking the same thing. It was probably our ADHD misinterpreting stuff. He just shrugged. I sighed and we walked up the many steps to where Mrs. Dodds was waiting impatiently.

Halfway up Percy stopped walking. I turned and saw him looking back at Grover. He was looking pale, his eyes darting between us and Mr. Brunner like he expected Mr. Brunner to intervene, but Mr. Brunner was too absorbed in the novel to notice what was going on.

Mrs. Dodds had disappeared again by the time we were walking back up the steps. She was now inside the building. At first I thought she was going to make us buy Nancy a new shirt from the gift shop but when she started walking further into the museum a warning bell in my head went off.

I glanced at Percy but he seemed confused but not worried.

We stopped in the Greek and Roman section.

Besides the three of us, the gallery was empty.

Mrs. Dodds stood with her arms crossed in front of a big marble frieze of the Greek gods. She was making weird, unnatural noises in her throat, which sort sounded like hissing mixed with growling. Sh looked at the frieze, as if she wanted to pulverize it.

"You've been giving us problems, honey," she said turning her attention back on Percy and me.

Thankfully Percy said the safe thing, "Yes, ma'am."

She tugged on the cuffs of her leather jacket. "Did you really think you would get away with it?"

The look in her eyes was beyond mad. It was evil.

She's a teacher, I thought nervously. She can't hurt us.

Percy nervously said something about trying harder. I nodded in agreement not trusting my voice. This whole situation was so weird and nerve-racking. Being alone with a teacher is one thing, but with Mrs. Dodds takes that nervousness to a whole different level.

When thunder shook the building I flinched. I always have hated thunderstorms.

"We are not fools, Percy and Chloe Jackson," Mrs. Dodds said. "It was only a matter of time before we found you out. Confess, and you will suffer less pain."

Wait, what?

Confess about what? What does she mean by suffer less pain? Is she really going to hurt us?

Percy and I shared a confused look.

"Ma'am, I don't understand…" I said my voice shaking slightly.

"Your time is up," she hissed.

Then the second weirdest thing today happened.

Her eyes began to glow like barbecue coals. Her fingers stretched, turning into claws. Her jacket melted into large, leathery wings. Grover was right. She wasn't human. She was a shriveled hag with bat wings and claws and a mouth full of yellow fangs, and she was about to slice us to ribbons.

Mr. Brunner, who'd been out in front of the museum a minute before, wheeled his chair into the doorway of the gallery, holding a pen in his hand.

"What ho, Percy!" he shouted, and tossed the pen through the air.

Mrs. Dodds lunged at me.

I screamed and dodged her talons. Percy yelled, "Hey ugly!" Mrs. Dodds turned her attention to Percy. My eyes widen seeing that the pen Mr. Brunner had tossed just a second ago was no longer a pen but a sword—the bronze sword that Mr. Brunner used on tournament day.

Mrs. Dodds snarled, "Die, honey!"

"PERCY!" I screamed. Pure terror flooded through me. Never before has Percy handled a sword before, how could he use one now? I watched fear frozen as Percy swung the sword. The metal blade hit her shoulder and passed clean through her body as if she were made of water. Hisss!

Mrs. Dodds exploded into golden-yellow powder, vaporized on the spot, leaving nothing but the smell of sulfur and dying screech and the chill of evil in the air.

"Chloe!" Percy yelled dropping the sword and running to my side. "Are you okay? Did she hurt you?"

"I'm fine," I tried to reassure him but my voice was shaky. "Percy, what is happening? First the fountain, now this! Something is right! Something unnatural is going on!" Even I could hear the hysterical in my voice.

"I don't know what is going on." He said wrapping me in a hug, "I really don't but I promise I won't let you get hurt."

I nodded barring my face in his shoulder. We stat like that in silence for a few moments before Percy pulled us up off the floor.

"Come on, let's go back outside," he said picking up the sword that was now in pen form, walking us out the gallery.

When we had gotten back outside, it had started to rain, which was no surprised with the way the weather has been acting.

Grover was sitting by the fountain with a museum map held over his head. Katie wasn't there; she was huddled under an umbrella that one of the other girls had brought. Nancy, soaked from her swim, was still standing by the fountain complaining to her friends. When she saw us, she snarled, "I hope Mrs. Kerr whipped your butt."

"Who?" Percy and I asked simultaneously.

"Our teacher. Duh."

I blinked confused. We never had a teacher named Mrs. Kerr. Percy asked what Nancy was talking about. She just rolled her eyes and walked off muttering something about Percy being stupid.

I turn to Grover, who was nervously messing with his crushes, and asked him the same thing.

He said, "Who?"

But his answer was hesitant and wouldn't look at me so I knew he was either lying or messing with us.

"Not funny man," Percy told him frowning, "This is serious."

Thunder boomed overhead causing me to flinch again. I glanced nervously at the dark clouds.

For as long as I could remember I have had always felt like the lighting will strike me next. All the other students tease me because of it making me feel even more stupid for thinking that way. But my mom always understood my fear, like she knew why I have this fear of lighting.

When I was really little she had given me this soft blank that had a horse on it and told me whenever there was a storm and I was scared, if I wrap myself in the blanket the storm couldn't hurt me. It was silly, but to a 5 year old it worked. That blanket got thrown out several years ago, but at times like this, I wish I was still that 5 year old who believed a blanket could protect you from anything.

When I noticed Percy wasn't with us anymore I was worried Mrs. Dodds had showed up and taken him. I calmed down when I saw he was just talking to Mr. Brunner. I walked closer hopping to hear what was saying.

All I caught was Mr. Brunner saying. "Percy, there is no Mrs. Dodds on this trip. As far as I know, there has never been a Mrs. Dodds at Yancy Academy. Are you feeling all right?" Mr. Brunner saw me. "Chloe are you alright? You look pale."

"I hate thunderstorms, sir," I said standing next Percy.

Mr. Brunner nodded in an understanding way, "Yes the weather has been violent lately. Hopefully the storm will pass quickly. We should be heading back to the school soon."

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