Okay, so in the last chapterish thing that I posted, I said that I had started to write some chapters for The Memories, (I think I said that... did I?) and so here is the first one, plEASE tell me if it is good and if I should keep writing it and make it a seperate fanfiction!!! So... Here you go! Please enjoy!

Chapter One

Percy slashed at the gryphon attacking him, but it flew out of reach. It was just his luck that a couple of gryphons (at least he thought they were a couple – they looked cute together) chose to attack him when he was already late for his movie date with Annabeth. They were going to go see the movie that had come out that year, the one about a group of superheroes.

Now he ducked the oncoming gryphon's sharp talons, but they caught his left arm, leaving it stinging. Percy bit back the pain and heard the wind whistle as he swung his sword towards the gryphon yet again, this time landing a blow on it's left wing. The gryphon screamed in rage and pain and, too fast for Percy to react, swooped down and grabbed him by the arms, talons biting into his skin as the gryphon lifted him up into the air.

There had been two, but Percy had already sent the other gryphon back to Tartarus. So now it was just him and the gryphon that was currently rising higher and higher into the air.

Percy was not good with high up places or the sky. He had only been on two airplanes in his whole 19 years of life. He had made an uneasy truce with Zeus, god of the sky, but he still got queasy at the thought of flying on anything other than his pegasus, Blackjack. And that included being dragged along underneath a gryphon.

When they started to level out, Percy decided that it would do no good to just hang there, so he very slowly opened his eyes, trying not to look down. He looked to both sides, and then looked ahead. It seemed as if they were heading towards the Statue of Liberty, which was also said to resemble Athena.

Percy decided that this must be where the nest that this gryphon came from, and that he did not want to go there. That would most likely result in death, which would make him very late for his date with Annabeth.

The date, he realized. "Annabeth is going to kill me. The previews have probably already finished,"

Well, that's something to look forward to after he got out of this mess. He felt the stinging in his arm start to get more noticeable, and hissed in pain. He would have to treat that after Annabeth killed him.

Then he realized something. He sure was a hero, but he could most definitely not kill a whole nest of gryphons. Then he realized another thing, and mentally slapped himself at being stupid. The statue was surrounded by water, so he just had to wait until the gryphon brought them over the water and then jab upwards, killing the monster so that he fell into the water, and hopefully that would also heal the cut running along his arm.

He noticed that Riptide was not in his hand, and that he would have to somehow reach his jeans pocket. "Here goes nothing," he muttered under his breath, prayed that the gryphon wouldn't drop him, and pulled his legs up. He reached his hand out, but couldn't reach his pant pocket. By now his core was burning with the effort, and gritted his teeth against it. stretching his arm to its limit, he reached for the pocket again. This time, his hand slipped into it. He searched wildly, hoping against hope that Riptide had already reappeared. Finally, after what felt like minutes but was only mere seconds, his hand closed around the pen.

Percy slowly lowered his legs until he was dangling once again, but this time with his sword in hand. Well, his pen, but same difference. He let out a sigh of relief, feeling the weight of his legs as they hung limply.

Back to business, he slowly uncapped Riptide, careful not to drop her again. He felt a comforting familiarity as the pen changed to sword, the weight familiar in his hand.

Gathering his courage, Percy looked down. The ground was frighteningly far away, and Percy got dizzy looking down, and felt bile start to creep its way up his throat. No, he forced it back down and focused. The gryphon had nearly flown over the water, just a few more yards to go.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Percy counted down in his head. They were over water now, the statue of his girlfriend's mother sending shivers down his spine. Percy waited until he was near the middle of the stretch of water separating the statue from the land to drop, not wanting to get too much attention. He had no idea what the mortals would see, but didn't want to take too many chances.

Percy looked down again, getting more used to the feeling that came with it. He waited a few seconds, adjusted his sword, and then thrust it up as hard as he could, sending it deep through the gryphon as it shrieked. He twisted his blade, the shriek's volume increasing so that it could probably be heard all the way at Camp.

Percy capped Riptide again as he fell, not wanting to accidentally stab himself when he hit the water. That would have been a very sad way to die. Percy Jackson, hero, saviour of Olympus multiple times, died by heroically stabbing himself in the gut after he fell from the claws of a gryphon that had attacked him when he was late for a date with his scary girlfriend.

Yep. Definitely the most heroic death imaginable.

Shaking those thoughts out of his mind, Percy focused on falling correctly. Even though he probably wouldn't get killed from falling onto the water, he still wanted it to be easy to get his bearings after falling into the water.

He remembered teaching Annabeth's dead cousin, Magnus, how to fall from a boat properly while his other dead friend Alex watched Magnus die over and over again, seeming to truly enjoy it. Magnus' sword, Jack, had also been trying to hit on Riptide, who was apparently a girl, obviously. Never assume your weapon's gender. It's very rude.

He spread his arms out like an eagle and waited until the last moment to straighten out, putting his heels forward and clenching his butt (always clench your butt. It's very important). He hit the water, bubbles spraying out around him, and looked around. There was a giant fish coming towards him.

"Hello, lord," it called out in Percy's mind. "Have you decided to visit us?"

"No, sorry, but I can't stay, um, Mr. Fish. I'm already late for a date with my scary girlfriend."

"Yes, she is very scary. Us sea animals trade news about you. You are quite popular down here."

Percy tried not to find this disturbing. He failed. "Well, um, do you think you could maybe give me a ride over to underneath the bridge there? If you have time."

The fish did some movement that Percy guessed was supposed to be him nodding his head vigorously and turned so that Percy could grab onto his dorsal fin, which was surprisingly sturdy for a fish.

They swam over, Percy using his powers to make the water propel them forwards. Once at land, Percy gave the fish his thanks and it swished happily away.

Then Percy dug in his pockets, praying that he had one left. Yes! There was one in his jean pocket. Percy created a spray in the water and tried to make the dying rays of sunlight shine through the mist. Once he saw a rainbow appear, Percy threw the drachma in, said the prayer, "Oh Iris, goddess of the rainbow, accept my offering.", and then announced his girlfriend's name.

"Seaweed brain! Where the hell are you!?" Annabeth asked angrily when she saw Percy through the Iris Message. "I have been waiting for over an hour, the movie is already halfway through! You had better have a good reason for this – Oh." She continued on angrily, then stopping when she noticed the still-bleeding cut going down Percy's left arm.

"Will you meet me at my house? Please?" Percy asked her pleadingly.

She nodded slowly in response, raising her hand to cut off the connection of the message.

"That went well," Percy muttered, starting the long trek back to his small apartment.

^Time Skip^

When Percy arrived at his building, he was tired, sweaty, and bleeding. He didn't know why he was still bleeding, as he was in the water for long enough that there should have been but a scar where the gryphon had cut him.

He took the elevator up and walked down the hallway to his door, knocking on it because his keys had been lost in the water. Stupid losing keys in water.

His mom opened it, carrying Estelle on her left hip, and immediately enveloped him in a big hug.

"Ugh, mom, I can't breathe," Percy squeezed out, his mom was hugging him so tightly.

"Sorry, sorry," Sally Jackson moved away from her son, immediately to be replaced by Annabeth, who slapped him for missing their date and then kissed him fiercely. Percy melted into the kiss, and brought his hands to his girlfriend's hips.

"Ahem," His mom coughed out, and Percy and Annabeth sprung apart, both slightly red.

Percy closed the door and then turned back around to face the two women, who were looking at him expectantly. "Come on, let's go into the living room and I'll tell you guys what happened."

Percy followed Sally into their small living room, sinking down into the couch, sighing with relief. Annabeth looked at him worriedly and sat down next to him, their thighs pressed together. Sally placed Estelle in her bouncy-chair-trampoline-with-a-board-of-toys-around-it-thing and announced that she was going to make some snacks.

When she was gone, Annabeth immediately leaned over and kissed Percy gently on the lips. She leaned away and said, "We need to reschedule that date, Seaweed Brain. You're not getting out of it that easily,"

"Definitely," Percy laughed and leaned in to kiss her again, lightly. "I'm going to go see if my mom needs any help in the kitchen," he said, standing up, and went to check on his mom in the kitchen. She was making seven-layered dip in a bowl and Percy grabbed the chips out of the cupboard. When they went back into the living room Annabeth was kneeling in front of Estelle, who was gurgling happily, playing peek-a-boo, which brought a smile to Percy's lips.

She turned around and stood up, heading to take the dip from Sally. She set it on the table next to where Percy was opening the chips.

They started snacking, and after Percy had eaten enough to sustain himself (him and Annabeth had planned to get dinner after the movie), proceeded to explain to the two women who were staring at him expectantly. He described how he was walking to the bus stop when the gryphons came at him out of nowhere, swooping down on him. He explained how he killed one, but the other scratched him and flew off with him to the Statue of Liberty, how he killed it and fell into the water, got the ride from the fish, and then trekked back to the apartment.

At the point when he was describing the weirdness of the cut, they demanded he roll up his sleeve and Annabeth had gone and gotten their emergency first aid kit from the bathroom.

No matter how much nectar they poured onto it, how much ambrosia he ate or how many times Estelle kissed it better, the cut didn't disappear. In fact, it seemed as if it was getting worse instead of better. As they kept treating it, it just started stinging, first lightly and then worse. When it started steaming, they decided to see if letting it heal like a normal wound would work better, and wrapped it in bandages.

After Percy was done telling his story, they decided to go to bed, as it was pretty late into the evening. Annabeth was staying the night because it was late and her house was quite far away.

Percy and Annabeth went to his room and changed into their pajamas. Annabeth didn't have any, so she borrowed one of Percy's bigger shirts.

They climbed into bed and lay there, cuddled up together, when Percy realized that he needed to use the bathroom. (yes, demigods do need to use the bathroom sometimes.) He gently removed himself from an already sleeping Annabeth's arms and made his way through the small, silent apartment to the bathroom.

After he washed his hands he was about to go back to bed, but he noticed in the mirror that his arm was steaming again. He carefully unwound the bandages, trying not to disturb the cut and inspected it closely. It appeared to be the same as when he first got it, bleeding and stinging, other than the steam slowly unwinding from it.

Yet it felt different somehow. Like it was more than just a cut. Of course, they already knew that it was not normal, but they had decided to wait until morning to contact Chiron, as they thought it would be fine overnight. They were wrong.

Percy got barely more than a whimper out before collapsing on the cold tile floor and slipping into memory.

When Annabeth woke up, she felt beside her for Percy, but only getting an empty mattress. There was a slight depression where Percy had been laying next to her, so that meant that Percy had left not long ago.

She sat up, holding her head, groggy from sleep. She looked around wildly for the clock, and it read 1:52 in blinking red lights. The blinking did not help her focus, in fact, it gave her a bit of a headache.

Annabeth groaned and stumbled out of bed in search of Percy and Advil. She went out of the bedroom door and decided Advil first. Percy can take care of himself, right? No, her mind told her, he couldn't find his way out of a paper bag without you. It was true. She and Reyna had discussed the topic multiple times.

Annabeth turned down the hallway in the direction of the bathroom, only to find the door already slightly open. She pushed it all the way, looked around, and, when she didn't see anything weird, took a step towards the cabinet that held medicine.

"Oof!" Annabeth looked down as she tripped forwards and gasped. Percy was lying on the ground as if he had fainted right there! Annabeth hadn't even noticed him because she was so sleepy. Stupid, stupid, stupid, she chided herself.

She checked him all over but didn't see any injuries other than the wound along his left arm, and Percy had seemed to have unwrapped the bandages that Sally had wound tightly around it. It seemed to be steaming, which does not sound like something good for his health. She vividly remembered when Jason had that wound from the imperial gold blade of a long deceased roman legionnaire. That wound had almost killed him, draining his essence.

She jolted back to the present and shook her head to clear it. Now she tentatively touched the tip of her index finger to the edge of the wound. She sucked in a fast breath when it burned her finger. Percy made a small noise when she had touched it and had turned a little paler.

Well, let's not do that again, she thought as she gently turned Percy over onto his back and hooked her arms underneath his armpits in a lifeguard hold. She dragged him back to his room, cursing when she bumped him into the frame of the door to his room. She put her hand to Percy's head and, when it came back burning, went through the hallway and into the kitchen, grabbing a cloth from the bathroom on her way. After a second thought, she grabbed the Advil bottle as well.

Once in the kitchen, she turned on the tap, letting the cool water flow over her fingers until she deemed it a good temperature. She then grabbed the cloth and completely soaked it, then the salt shaker and dumped its contents all over the cloth. No harm in seeing if it works better than saltless water, right? She squeezed out the cloth so that it wouldn't drip everywhere on the floor, but not so much that it would dry really fast.

Annabeth opened the cupboard to the right of the fridge, grabbed a glass, and filled it up to the brim with water. She then carefully held the water and medicine in one hand, cloth in the other, and walked back to Percy's room.

She kicked the door open and set the glass and Advil down on Percy's cluttered bedside table, moving two empty ones out of the way. She placed the cloth on his forehead and breathed out a sigh of relief when a little more colour came to his cheeks.

Annabeth stood up from where she was crouching next to him and went through the room in search of a drachma. She finally found one underneath a plain blue shirt that probably used to say something on it, but was now too faded to read.

She grabbed one of the empty glasses on Percy's bedside table and, after checking that Percy was alright, went into the bathroom and attempted to make a rainbow. On the fourth attempt she finally got it, saying the prayer in her head and then, out loud, said, "Chiron, Camp Half-Blood," and watched as the centaur began to take form in front of her. "We have a situation," she said, and Chiron's brow furrowed.

She began to tell him the story, and he watched her closely, his expression changing every so often.

When she was done, the centaur's voice betrayed his worry as he told her that Argus would be sent in the morning.

"Goodbye, Annabeth," he said as he raised his hand to cut off the connection.

"Goodbye,"

Okay, there it was. Please leave comments, and I apologise for my bad ending, I do NOT know how to end a chapter. Bye nonexistent aliens! (I am now calling people who read this that)
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