Hi! This is my first story, so I understand if it is a little bad. I would love to hear how I can improve, so please review, but don't be too critical! I love writing stories, and I hope my, um, "writing skills" are worthy!

I do not own the wonderful world of Percy Jackson and the Olympians. That awesome privilege belongs to the coolest Rick Riordan!

Chapter 1

Percy

Ok. Usually when people fall out of the sky, your first instinct is to help them, right? But wait! I know, I know. Why aren't I freaking out first? Well, to tell the truth, that's not the only weird thing that has happened. Why? Well, you know the Greek gods and myths and all that? Well, it turns out, they're real. I'm not crazy. Seriously, they exist. In fact, I'm the son of one god, Poseidon, god of the sea. Because of this, I'm a demigod, or a half-blood. You know Hercules, Jason and Perseus(the first)? You know their legends of being one of us, right?

They really are demigods. And there are still some out there today, like me.

Oh yeah. I'm Percy Jackson, just to clear things up. I am a son of Poseidon, blah, blah, blah. Oh, and I saved Olympus from the evil titan Kronos last summer. Actually, probably the whole of the entire world, but let's not get into that. During my adventures, I crossed some pretty weird stuff, like gods, naiads, dryads, monsters and even a flying pig (yes, they exist).

Anyway, because of my crazy Olympian-related life, I'm not so surprised at people falling from the sky. Zeus, god of the sky and ruler of Olympus, probably got mad and threw them across the country or whatever.

And Annabeth, another Half-blood who is daughter of Athena, (goddess of wisdom and battle strategy) and I were having such a great morning. Oh yeah. We just started dating. Just not to confuse you people.

The adventure started on the beach of Camp Half-Blood, sort of a training camp for demigods.

We were having a regular picnic. A blanket spread out and a basket full of yummy food.

"Annabeth?" I asked her.

"Hmm?"

"Could you pass the blue cookies, please?"

She rolled her pretty grey eyes. " Sure, Seaweed Brain. But, remember, I don't work for free!"

I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Does that cover it?"

She stifled a laugh. "Yes, I think that does. Pleasure doing business with you,"

We burst out laughing. Then, Annabeth passed me a cookie and I bit it.

"Thanks, Wise Girl."

"No problem,"

We continued eating and talking, when Annabeth suddenly looked to the sky behind me. Her face suddenly shifted from having a good time! to uh oh! Here comes trouble!.

"Great. Just what we needed!" she complained.

"What's wrong?" I asked, confused.

"Look's like someone got on Zeus' bad side,"

"What are you-" I turned and my eyes widened. Three people were falling from the sky!

"We have to help them," Annabeth said, getting up. "No way they could survive that, even if they do land on water."

I quickly got up too.

She was right. The only way they could survive that was if they were me. I have special, um, "powers" when it comes to water.

They were really close now. "I'll try to make the water break their fall!" I said. Then, I concentrated, willing the sea to do as I command. Just before I was about to make the sea do it though, a funnel of water rose from the sea towards the three, enveloping them in water, slowing their fall and landing them safe on the shore.

"Percy, you did it! You could've done better, but still," Annabeth stated. I just continued to stare at the trio. They were safe, thank the gods, but I didn't save them. I mean, I didn't feel the usual tugging in my gut when the funnel appeared. But who else could have made it? My dad?

"Annabeth, it wasn't me. And thanks, I tried."

"What do you mean?" She said, giving me a confused look that hardly ever comes across her face.

"I mean, it wasn't me who made the funnel and saved them,"

"But, you're the only one who could've done it! You are the only son of Poseidon on this beach, right?"

I shook my head, showing her I had no idea. Then, I turned to look at the people. Now that they were on the ground, I could see them better, but they were still pretty far away. I could make out a small girl, around 9 or 10, standing beside a woman, who was around 30, kneeling down over a man, about the same age, sprawled on the ground. He was still breathing, but looked like he was about to pass out.

"Who are they?" Annabeth said.

"Let's go find out,"

We walked towards them, but they still didn't seem to notice us. When we came in closer, we saw the woman feed the man something from her pocket. It looked kinda like…..ambrosia? How could that be? These were grown-ups, parents no doubt, and they still kept a stash of the godly food, as if expecting this might happen, like a regular teenage half-blood. But these were adults! And I wasn't even sure these people were even demigods! As we came even closer, I saw that the little girl had blonde, curly hair. Also her mom. It looked creepily like Annabeth's.

Then, I accidentally stepped on a seashell (smooth move, I know), and it made a sound like crack!

The woman looked up and gasped. I gasped too, because this woman, this woman, this woman, had gray eyes. Startling, but rather pretty, gray. Just like Annabeth's I thought. In fact, she looked so much like Annabeth, it might have been her in about 20 years from now. Then I noticed the little girl staring at me too, but curiously, unlike her mother. I then saw two eyes I only see when I look in the mirror. Sea-green eyes. They were filled with curiosity, staring at me. This is way too weird! I said in my mind.

"Who are you?" I heard myself say.

No answer.

I then saw the mother lean to the father to whisper something. He turned his head to her, as if asking What are you talking about?! then turned towards us.

His face then shifted into complete shock. He slowly stood up, not removing his gaze from us. The mom followed, to steady him.

I noticed that because of the funnel earlier, the two girls were wet, but the dad was completely dry.

"Who are you?" I asked again. We came even closer, just an arm's length away. I made sure Riptide, my Celestial bronze sword that is transformed from an ordinary ball point, was in my pocket. But I knew it will always be there, because it always magically reappears in my pocket.

I looked even harder at the strange man. When our eyes met, I forced myself not to gasp. He also has my eyes! Obviously the girl got it from him, but where did he get it? Does this mean I have a new brother or something?

He looked at his wife and his daughter, who both nodded, and faced us again. He took a deep breath.

"I'm Percy Jackson"

Well, there ya go! Should I continue? I hope this is an ok story! Please review!

PERCABETH FOREVER!

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