[A/N: Hey guys, it's me, Leonidas, and I'm back with another part. Just a quick warning, there will be a lot of similarities to Percy's first time at Camp in the series, but I think you'll enjoy my twist.]
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June 13, 2012. 21:57

Percy paused on the road and knelt down to examine the ground. He'd been heading towards camp for the past week, and his tracking skills and instincts told him he was getting close. It was raining everywhere but directly on top of Percy, courtesy of his dad. The moon reflection in the puddle flashed back on his face.

Percy frowned, the puddle was oddly shaped, almost like a hoof print. Percy couldn't shake the feeling he'd seen it before. He stood up and looked down the next turn. Lighting flashed and he read (as much as he could with his dyslexia) the sign. After a minute or two, he determined it said Farm Rd. Something clicked about the road.

"This is it." He said to himself.

Percy begin to up the road, breaking into a run out of anticipation. The next flash of lightning brought him to a dead stop. Flipped over, in a ditch on the side of the road, was a red Ferrari. It looked like something had slammed into it. At first, Percy thought it was a car crash it something. It was raining. The roads were slippery. Then he noticed two holes in the side, and his blood turned to ice.

From up ahead, he heard a roar. Fearing the worst, Percy sprinted the rest of the way. Lightning flashed again [A/N I need a better way to mention the lighting], and Percy caught the silhouette of something. It was big, had horns, and smelled like rotten meat. Unfortunately, Percy recognized it. The Minotaur.

Then, he saw something worse: three figures running up the hill. Two boys, one with an obvious limp, and an older woman.

"Styx." Percy muttered, and poured on the speed.

When Percy was around seventy feet away, he heard the woman yell out, "Keep going, I can't cross the border!"

"I'm not leaving you mom!" The non-limping boy said.

Percy pulled out his bow and drew an arrow. He was about to draw back, when the older woman stepped to the side, and right in the way of his shot.

"Dekara." Percy muttered, and put the arrow back. Instead, he pulled out his pen and uncapped Riptide, deciding to take the direct approach.

The Minotaur charges towards the boy's mother, and stick his arms out. They must've been dodging to the side, Percy realised. The mother tries to dodge, but the Minotaur grabs her and hold her in the air in triumph. Percy drops his sword and draws his bow again, releasing a rapid-fire burst of arrows. They were poorly aimed, and do little more than distract the beast. He drops the woman, who'd become limp in his hand, and turns toward Percy.

The limping boy tries to step in, but he gets knocked aside by the Minotaur, and collapses in a heap.

"Grover!" The boy yells, drawing the Minotaur's attention back to him.

Percy was without his sword. He'd learned a few days ago that it always returns to his pocket, but there was no time to check.

The Minotaur lowers his head, and charges the defenseless boy.

Taking a deep breath, Percy let's his instincts take over, and fires off three arrows at once. the first one strikes one of the horns, cracking it and causing it to separate from the beast and fall to the ground. The second and third strike the beast in the back of the head, where the spinal chord connects to the brain.

Just as its about to run the boy through, the Minotaur bursts into dust.

Percy sighs in relief, and sheathes his bow. He then runs over to the limping boy, Grover, and looks him over. The first think he notices is that Grover is not a boy, but a satyr, explaining the limp. After a quick check, he found the satyr to merely be unconscious. The other boy, still obviously in shock, had wandered over to his mother.

"Mom... Mom... Come on mom, wake up. Come on." He pleaded desperately to the prone body.

Percy walked over to the two figures. As he got closer, he realised that the boy couldn't be older than eight.

The boy looked up, and saw Percy, "She's gonna be alright, right?"

Percy didn't say anything. He knelt down next to the woman and felt for a pulse. There was nothing. He looked at the kid, and sadly shook this head. Tears began to flow down the boy's face , mixing with the rain.

Percy picked up the boy and put him over his shoulders, like a father would his son, then walked over to the satyr, who was still unconscious and kept muttering "food" over and over again. Percy found that oddly humorous.

Percy tried the best he could to carry the satyr as well as the boy. Somehow he did (thank you huntress training) and he stumbled down towards a big house some ways past the pine tree.

Eventually, he made it to the farmhouse. At some point, the boy on his shoulders had fallen into a state of shock, and the satyr wasn't getting any lighter. Percy collapsed on the porch of the farmhouse. He managed to knock on the door and saw two faces before fading into unconsciousness: a kindly middle-aged man, and a somewhat familiar blonde-haired girl.

"Help...them..." Percy says, then fades away.

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[A/N: That's right, I can do plot twisty and evil and sad! but now for something more important:

Percabeth: yes or no?

Luke: good or bad?

New kid: what do you think?

And I'm still open to private messages about the plot-line!

Vote. Comment. Keep being awesome.

Leonidas_son_of_Nike]