A/N: This is my first Fanfic story, and I dunno how it'll go, but I have a rough idea for how this plot will be, so bear with me and if you have any tips or critique, I'm all ears! I also accept song suggestions to listen to while I write, it keeps me distracted from other noise so I don't get distracted.

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson or Heroes of Olympus.

Eric

I glanced around, the darkness surrounding me. I had no idea where I was, and I couldn't see anything either. Suddenly, the area lit up some, and as I glanced down, I almost jumped out of my skin. I was standing on glass, hovering high above the ground and moving. Where was I?

I heard voices too, as I looked up, I saw two people in the room, sitting on the glass and talking. It was a boy and a girl, they looked sort of around his age. "Huh" I mumbled to myself. Quietly, I moved closer, to hear what they were saying, neither one had turned in my direction.

The girl had curly blonde hair, in a messy ponytail, her skin tanned and scarred. The boy seemed a bit bigger than her, his skin wasn't quite as tanned, hers seemed like it was natural. He had messy black hair, as best as I could tell from the back. I got close enough to hear parts of their conversation and stopped.

"I don't know," the girl said, she sounded distressed, "On top of that, I've been having nightmares of my own. They don't make as much sense as yours."

The two sat there in silence for a minute or two, both of them seemed like they were thinking. I saw the side of the girl's face as she let herself smile faintly. She muttered something about romantic evenings and kissed him, saying something else in a reassuring tone right after.

"Right," the boy said, turning. "No more talk about Gaea rising, Nico being held hostage, the world ending, the giants—"

I caught a glance of the boy's face as the girl muttered something. As they moved closer together, the guy's head swivelled and he was looking right at me, but then turned away again, as if he'd seen nothing. The guy had really distinct eyes, bright green. I shook my head, wondering why the boy hadn't said anything or seen me, and as I shook my head a beeping sound went off in my ears.

I shook into consciousness and almost fell off the side of my bed. My alarm was going off, and I heard my father shouting for me to get up. I sighed and hit the snooze button, that was another dream I'd had that made no sense, but it was the first with any people in it, the rest had just been darkness and, well, monsters of some sort.

I couldn't really figure it out, and didn't want to talk to anyone about it. Shrugging it off, I pulled myself out of bed and got dressed.

As I looked at myself in the mirror, I smirked, at least all the weird dreams didn't give me sleep deprivation, otherwise I'd have black circles under my eyes. That would really mess with the whole good impressions thing, since I sort of had plans to make some friends this year, I'd had a friend a few years ago here, but he left part way through the year, just disappeared.

I honestly wasn't half bad looking, short brown hair and light blue eyes. I had grown a few extra inches over the summer to reach around five foot ten, and I had an average build, not really athletic, but it was good enough for me.

I was in somewhat of a bad mood as I trudged down the steps to the kitchen, and my dad seemed to notice, "What's wrong with you this morning?" he asked, half expecting the answer to just be that I was tired.

"Not much, just tired" I replied swiftly, and my dad chuckled.

"Nervous about school?" he asked, looking over at me.

I turned to him, and paused before replying, I was a bit nervous, actually, since it was the first day of my senior year, but that wasn't what had me on edge. I wasn't going to just tell his dad about those dreams though, he'd think his son was going crazy.

"Yea, a little bit I guess" I told him quickly, before getting up and grabbing my school bag.

I headed to the door and heard my dad calling to me from the kitchen, "Try not to get into trouble!" I smiled, knowing full well trouble would find me somehow.

When I got to school, I went to the office and got my schedule and locker number. I looked around the hallways calmly, seeing all the banners on the walls, 'We hope you have a 'Goode' year!' Sometimes I wanted to jump off the roof of Goode High so I could have a 'Goode' fall, this place had that effect on me with how the teachers could be, there were very few good ones in the school, but as I started to head for my locker, I ended up alongside one of my favourites.

"Oh hey Mr. Blofis" I said, smiling. Mr. Blofis taught English, and he was probably the best teacher I'd ever had. He joked with his students and almost never got mad. I'd never even seen him give anyone a detention, though it helped that students in his class rarely gave him any reason to do so, he just had some way of persuading them to behave.

To be entirely honest, I saw him almost like a second father figure, any time I had problems with schoolwork, I just went to him with it.

"Hello there Eric, excited for senior year?" Mr. Blofis asked, smiling at me. "Of course sir!" I replied, smiling back, it was like he was just another friend, except he was my teacher.

"I assume you've gotten your schedule?" Mr. Blofis asked me, glancing down at the papers in my hands.

"Yea, haven't looked at it yet though" I said, realizing I wanted to check who my teachers were, I began shuffling through the papers with my hands. My teacher smiled, "Don't worry Eric, I made sure to get you in my English class" he said.

I breathed a sigh of relief, thankful for having this man around. "Thanks sir" I said, a little bit of worry lifted from my shoulders, Mr. Blofis began to walk down the hall away from me, "I have to go get ready for my classes, but I believe you're not alone in my class, Mr. Williams" he said, winking at me knowingly and turning away, heading for his classroom. I don't know what I would do in this place without him teaching here. I also wondered what he meant by me not being alone.

As I reached my locker, I noticed a guy opening the one right next to mine, and he looked familiar. I walked closer and chose to ignore the uneasy feeling in my stomach, opening my locker quickly, not even a foot away from the boy, who hadn't taken the time to look at me.

I put some of my stuff in the locker, hearing my new neighbor shutting his. The guy beside me turned in my direction, and I stopped and turned towards him quizzically, why was the dude looking at me?

"Are you alright?" I asked, turning to the guy and looking at him, freezing.

The boy looked back at me with bright green eyes, "Eric?" he asked, seeming to be remembering a distant memory.

I realized who was in front of me, and also realized immediately that he'd been in my dream just last night. The worst part was, I knew him.

"Percy?"

A/N: Hope it's alright, this first chapter is annoyingly short, but the next one will introduce most of the Demigod characters and get Percy into the story a bit.