Hey ya'll! I've decided to rejoin the PJO community again and you can thank The Lost Hero for that. After a few weeks of delaying (Blame NaNoWriMo) of reading The Lost Hero I finally finished it and though it was pretty good. it inspired me to do this oneshot of my version of The Son of Neptune. It's a one shot since I'm horrible at updating) it might become more if you guys review and stuff! -The Scribe of Stories

Chapter I: In Which It Begins

Percy groaned his head felt like it was on fire. Something at the back of his mind told him he had felt this way before. He tried to stand up and a wave of nausea slammed into him.

His vision cleared enough to allow him to see his surroundings, which didn't offer much detail anyways. He was in the middle of a clearing in the field; the grass was a bit dry, it was in the middle of the night. He saw some stars in the sky; there was one constellation that he vaguely recognized. As if it was on the tip of his tongue, it irritated him to no end.

After a few minutes, he felt better enough to try to speak. Percy's tongue felt like sand. "Whe-where am I?" Percy tried to recall where he was last, it made his head hurt.

Percy only took a few steps before a girl with chocolate brown; shoulder-length hair had a sword against his throat. Percy was deeply confused but he wasn't scared of the girl. Not yet, at least. Unconsciously, Percy felt his hand go to his pants pocket.

The girl scowled, her grey eyes flashing. "Who are you?"

Percy opened his mouth, and then closed it. Who was he? All he remembered that his name was Percy. He figured that it wouldn't matter to the girl anyways. "I'm Percy…" He trailed off.

The blade pushed harder into his throat but nothing happened. Percy didn't feel the blade; in fact, if he hadn't looked down he probably wouldn't have known the girl was holding a sword. "Percy who?"

He dared a shrug; an instinct told him that the girl could become very dangerous. "Just Percy, I guess."

The girl raised an eyebrow. "Why are you here and how did you get here?"

Percy sighed; his hand was holding something in his pocket. He felt oddly comforted with that in his hand. "I really don't know. Can't you tell me?"

The girl's face went from wary to suspicious in an instant. She still didn't lower the blade. "We're in California."

Percy's mind jolted like a shock when the girl mentioned California. "California?"

"Yes," the girl snapped. "Didn't you hear me? Now, answer the other question before I chop you to pieces."

Percy felt confident that the girl couldn't chop him to pieces. "I don't know how I got here, I got here. I just woke up here."

Something about the way he acted seemed to convince the girl. Once the blade was away from his neck, he took a chance to look at her. She was just a few inches shorter than he was, her hair fitted into a tight ponytail and she wore some type of armour that he vaguely recognized. He saw a glimpse of a purple shirt underneath.

The girl muttered to herself, "Why didn't Lupa sense you?"

Percy couldn't help but ask, "Lupa?"

The girl gave a quick, suspicious glance at him. "Someone you don't need to know yet. Follow me." She pulled at Percy's shirt and he stumbled behind her. "Hazel! You and the others come out. He seems clean."

Percy's eyes widened slightly when he saw seven other teenagers dressed similarly as the girl. Two of them were girls and the other five were boys. They all looked intimidating. The girl with red hair was holding a dagger; the others were holding swords that looked like they were made of gold. Why would they have gold swords? He felt like that it was wrong.

The redhead glared at him, her eyes were brown. "Lupa will punish you if you bring him to camp, Reyna. And she will kill him."

Reyna shrugged and shoved Percy down the hill. Percy instantly wanted to turn around so that 'Reyna' and 'Hazel' didn't have to face his back. He clutched the item in his pocket tighter; it felt like a pen. "If Lupa kills him, then he dies. He must be a Videns patet or an unlucky mortal."

'Hazel' rolled her eyes, "Fine. Just don't expect the punishment to be easy. Lupa's been acting strange since-"

Something stopped 'Hazel' from continuing. Percy became curious but didn't dare turn around.

After a few minutes of walking, they had arrived at a huge fort. The size of it impressed was a huge ditch that seemed to surround the structure. Twelve watchtowers were placed strategically around it. The walls were made of a white grey stone and were about twenty-five feet tall, according to Percy's estimations. They glowed faintly with light.

Once they were about ten yards away from the fort, He saw that they had a gold and wooden drawbridge gate. Again, what was with the gold? That nagging feeling that he was missing something very important returned. 'Reyna' held her sword and made the sword flash against one of the lights. Almost instantly, the gate began to lower, followed by a few shouts. They crossed the moat and Percy noticed something splash in it. He began to feel slightly nervous. Maybe I'm totally out of my league right now.

Before they could enter the fort, a boy with closely cropped auburn hair stopped them; he pointed a sword at Percy. What was with the sword pointing anyways? Couldn't they see that he meant no harm? Percy wasn't even sure he could do any harm.

"Reyna! Why do you have someone not on your Contubernium? It's against the rules! Lupa's going to feed you to the drakon!" Drakon? That name rang a bell in Percy's head and it hurt him to try to remember.

'Reyna' scowled deeper. "Shut up, Bobby! He was in the camp borders and completely weaponless. I figure he would make some use of entertainment for Lupa."

Bobby looked at him with dark eyes. Something about those eyes made Percy angry and want to fight Bobby until he was on the floor, crying his eyes out. Or at least admit defeat. Bobby looked like it would take a lot for him to cry. "What's his name?"

"He calls himself Percy." Reyna answered.

Percy muttered, "Percy can talk." Bobby sent a glare at him; Percy felt the urge to stick his tongue at him.

"Fine, but don't come running to me when Lupa punishes you." Bobby replied, he turned around and left, shouting at a few kids in a language Percy vaguely recognized.

Reyna shoved Percy making him stumble. His back felt feverish when she touched him.

Percy looked around. There were twelve huge tents near the middle of the fort with about a dozen smaller ones behind them. They were colour coded. Three tents were slightly bigger than the other nine. Percy wondered why they were the only ones without smaller tents behind them.

The biggest tent, which stood all by itself, was a stormy grey colour. It seemed to flap like there was a strong wind blowing against it. It occasionally flashed a bright yellow. There were two marble eagles on either side of the tent.

Near it, was a tent that was only slightly smaller than the first one. To Percy, it was perhaps the most beautiful tent in the whole fort. It was a sea green that matched the ocean. It glowed faintly and showed a few fishes swimming lazily. The tent astounded Percy as he watched the fabric of the tent change the scenery to a beautiful, multi-coloured reef with fish. He recognized a few of the fishes. One of them looked straight at Percy and swam away. Like the first tent, there were two marble statues on either side of the tent but they were horses rearing up instead of eagles

The third tent wasn't as spectacular as the other two. The tent was as black as a nightmare and seemed to suck up any light. Instead of having the illusion like it moved, it was completely still. It made Percy nervous and jittery as he and the others walked past it.

Percy didn't have any time to look at the other tents as Reyna made him turn left toward a huge cave. The cave was out of place compared to the tent and the fort. There were torches along the wall and it seemed that it led underground. Reyna forced Percy to stop in front of it and kneel down. Percy was beginning to dislike this girl.

"Lupa potens, ego te oportet quod agenda. Tu nos tua gratia praesentia" Reyna spoke aloud without an ounce of fear in her voice.

After a few minutes, Percy thought that this 'Lupa' wasn't going to show or maybe he really wasn't that important. He made a move to stand up when something emerged from the shadows. It was the biggest wolf that Percy had ever seen. It was perhaps twice as tall as he was with chocolate red shaggy fur and paws as huge as dinner plates.

The wolf looked at Reyna and the others for a second before her gaze when to Percy. Her dark amber eyes were highly intelligent for a wolf.

It snarled at him and he heard a voice speak in his head. What are you doing here at this camp, Half Blood? You don't smell Roman.

The sheer force of the voice sent Percy lower on his knees. Who exactly was this wolf and why did she have powers?

I am Lupa, Mother of wolves and raiser of Romulus and Remus.

Why did those names ring a bell? Even thinking about it made Percy's head hurt, along with the voice of Lupa.

Lupa shook her head at Reyna and her Contubernium. They bowed before leaving in a rush.

Lupa turned around and glanced back at Percy. Follow me, Half Blood. She disappeared in the cave. He had no choice but to follow her. The cave was dry and it casually sloped downwards until it reached a huge cavern.

The cavern was filled with tables of various stuff, most looked like it was made of gold. Percy wondered how Lupa could write when she transformed right in front of him into a woman with the same colour hair and eyes. Percy wasn't surprised, which surprised him. How could he react so normally?

"Perseus Jackson," Percy flinched at his name. So that was his full name. It had a nice ring to it. "Juno has taken a great risk by putting you in my camp. I should kill you but I cannot."

Percy couldn't help himself from asking, "Why?"

Lupa sent him a cold look. "Perhaps you do not remember, but you have the Curse of Achilles. That makes you invulnerable."

Percy didn't like the sound of the word curse. "I'm sorry to ask, but do you know who am I?"

"I cannot tell you fully. You must discover this yourself while at my camp."

"I'm staying here?"

Lupa growled, seemingly angry with Percy. "Yes, right now I have little choice. Unless you prove yourself weak, I cannot kill you."

"Isn't that a bit harsh?"

Lupa snorted, "Typical. It is the way of First Legion."

"Oh." Percy had no clue what she was talking about but it seemed safer just to agree.

"Things will become easier if you survive. Come, it's time for you to prove yourself." Lupa changed back into a wolf and walked back out of the cave. Percy scrambled to follow her.

"Prove myself?"

In a battalion, Perseus. Battling the second strongest of my campers.

Percy looked around the fort again as Lupa led him to the far right corner. Most of the kids and teens there straightened when Lupa passed by. They just scowled at Percy. Jeez, what was their problem?

"Second strongest?" Lupa ignored him.

The sun was rising as they arrived at a huge pit. It was about fifteen feet deep and made a huge circle. Gravel covered the bottom of the pit. Percy leaned over it and said "Whoa. How long did it take to-Ahh!"

Lupa had pushed Percy into the pit with her muzzle. Percy had landed on his stomach and coughed. "What was that for?"

Lupa ignored him and howled. Almost instantly, the campers had surrounded the pit, followed by some wolves smaller in stature than Lupa.

Percy heard her speaking with such authority that it almost made him want to obey her. Roman Warriors, it is time for a Battalion. This boy shall battle Praetor of the Mars Centuria.

Apparently, this was a huge entertainment for them because they began to cheer loudly when Bobby emerged from the ground and jumped into the pit gracefully. Percy muttered something under his breath.

Bobby gave him a dark smirk and pulled out a gold sword.

"Wait! Don't I get some sort of weapon?" Percy shouted as he backed up when Bobby took a test swing. The crowd above him snickered.

You must prove yourself by yourself; this is how it works Lupa explained with some patience. Percy groaned and looked at Bobby. Something about him vaguely reminded Percy of someone else.

The lack of weapon didn't appear to bother Bobby as he swung at Percy. He instinctively ducked and rolled away from Bobby.

He had accidentally pulled the object from his pocket. It was a ballpoint pen, black ink and probably worth thirty cents. Great, Percy thought bitterly as he dodged one of Bobby's stabs, I could draw on him to death.

He could see some annoyance in the crowd and Bobby as he repeated dodged Bobby's sword and physical attacks. His body seemed to be thinking on his own. He saw every attack Bobby was about to do before he did it. He saw every piece of gravel in the pit.

As Percy leaned back, he tripped over a huge rock and went sprawling on his back. His back felt like it was on fire and he couldn't get up fast enough. Bobby had the gold sword against his throat, grinning triumphantly. "Some Videns patet you are."

Percy felt his hand uncap the pen against his will. Percy and Bobby heard a sharp SHING Percy looked at his hand and saw a sword that calmed him a bit. It was about three feet long and a gold-bronze colour. Riptide; he didn't know where the name came from but it gave him a newfound confidence.

He held up the sword in defence as Bobby swung for the kill.

There was a clang and a huge explosion.