The Heroes of Olympus
The Heroes of Olympus The Son of Neptune
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HecateA posted on Oct 28, 2010 at 12:36AM
So once again you guys have the opportunity to get in my head of what I think the next HoO book RR blesses us with will look like.
Before I start you peoples off, I need to say something. So shush and listen. When I wrote "The Lost Hero, written by me", I had to guess who the parents were. Well now, I know. So I am following Rick Riordan's version of the characters. Piper has nothing to do with Persephone, Jason and Thalia are siblings and Camp Ceasar Salad is real. For my series of fanfics, I'm following my version of the characters, but here, Rick's versions rule. Get it? Title: The Son of Neptune Rating: C Type: Adventure, friendship, hopefully humor, maybe a touch of romance Characters: Add, Annabeth, Jason, Piper, Drew, Leo, Jake, Nyssa OC personalities: Reyna, Dakota, Hazel, Gwen, Bobby, Caleb OC: The Gayle brothers, Karren Synopsis: After discovering a new world, not so far from their own, Jason and his friends are sailing straight for it, unsure wheter they'll come out victorious or just start a civil war. But it doesn't take the arrival of a flying boat to get the citizens curious. They already sence something is wrong, way before the flying ship docks. Disclaimer: The story base, character and settings base was created by Rick Riordan, who owns the Percy Jackson and the Olympians, and Heroes of Olympus rights. A/N: Hopefully you guys will like it! I got some very nice comments on my random wall poll, so here it is guys! Love you all, you rock! The Rebel Soldier's debut: link The Honour in Death's debut: link The Fire's Revenge's debut: link Part Two's debut: link 
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7:03- I hit 200 pages!
Sometime yesterday or Friday night- First forum on this spot to hit 1000 replies
Couple days ago - I became the first person to win the Fan Fiction awards! Best HoO/PJO fanfic (Son of Neptune if you hadn't guessed) and Best writter of 2010. Thank you for voting!
So this deserves a celebration chapter!
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Piper McLean
May 31st: Camp Half-Blood
Bloody ending
-See? Butch is a nice guy. Lacy said.
-Lacy shut up. I said.
-It’s true! You were smiling… Kumiko started.
- Tell Butch I’m not interested or whatever and let me be.
-Pear…
-Look, thanks for trying, but setting me up with guys won’t help. I said.
-It’s true, Leyla piped up, he’s not that hot, if you want him to compare to Jason…
-Leyla! I objected.
-Pear, we just want you to be happy. Lacy said.
-You’d have to take the pink out of the cabin. I muttered, stuffing my jacket in the chest at the foot of my bed.
-Get over it! Kumiko said.
-That’s not gonna help Miko. Lacy said.
-I’m talking about the pink- but the guy too. No, but really! Piper, you were so happy about everything, and now you’re as gloomy as Di Angelo. Talk to him. Be friends with him. It’s better than nothing. Kumiko said.
-Thanks. I said hopping this would get them off my case. But see, the thing about my sisters is that they scream when they see bugs or Connor Stoll (deep down 3 of them love him), but they are feisty and persistent as Hades.
-Pear, really? Lacy asked lifting an eyebrow.
-Yeah, really. I’m going to go get some air. I said. I grabbed my snowboarding jacket and walked out of the cabin leaving my sisters in the dust. Where was I supposed to go now? Not in the cabin, and it was nearly nightfall. The harpies would come out, and I place harpies in the top 10 things who’s teeth I don’t want the near me.
I bolted for the forges. There was always someone there, and I had Katoptris on me so intentions that I wanted to help could be lied/charm speaked about without too much off an effort (yeah, harpies can be charmspeaked- don’t ask; all I’ll say is never again).
I stepped through the door frame of the forges and I had Clarisse’s electric spear at my neck.
-It’s Piper, calm down! Leo said. What are you doing here, beauty queen?
-Don’t call me that, and if I stay in my cabin I’m going to lose it.
-So that’s why. Leo said. I made a face.
-We’re setting up a guard perimeter. We’re missing an Athenian camper, Reagan, do you want to take her place?
-Yes. I said drawing Katoptris.
-Great, in the back of the forge next to Annabeth. He said. I followed his direction. 3 demigods were posted on each side of the boat in the forges; outside there must be 3 more. They didn’t seem too worried, one was reading, another fidgeting with wires. There must be 2 at each end, two outside for each end, 18 demigods to guard one boat.
One boat that’ll bring him back to the City… I thought.
Shut up.
Annabeth was at other end, a binder on her knees, scribbling fast.
-Hey. I said. She looked up.
-Hi Piper. She said.
-Leo told me to come here.
-Great. I don’t know where Reagan is, she’s super punctual usually. Annabeth said.
-Side tracked maybe.
-Not her type, but maybe. Annabeth admitted.
-What are you doing? I asked.
-Homework.
-I thought you quit school.
-Not allowed, the school keeps you for a year, no drop-outs unless you talk to the principal, and what am I supposed to say “can I drop out to build a demigod boat?” The only reason I’m not back in New York is that Connor Stoll got on the phone with my head mistress and faked he was a doctor at the San Francisco hospital for rare disease and that I’m gravely sick.
-Okay…
-Connor even came up with the idea that they can’t contact the hospital because it’s an emergency-only line and it protects some patients, in case they call there and don’t find an “Annabeth Chasse” in their list of patients. My whole family’s been programed to answer to that, and they’ve called my dad to check on my health for my classmates a few times. He’s a great actor.
-So, what are you supposed to be dying of?
-Don’t really remember. Don’t really care either. You’ll have to ask him. I might have to shave my head to fake chemotherapy when I go back, knowing Connor that was intended. She said.
-Oh God. I said.
-Yeah, well. If I transfer- since it’ll be the end of the year- I might not even go there to save my hair.
-I think it’s worth it. I said. Annabeth laughed. She was laughing more often now. The progress with the boat energised her, but I could see the possibility of something going wrong clearer than usual. Stupid gift-of-seeing-every-possibility-more-clearly.Paranoia, simple as that.Hopefully.
-What about you? You ever going back? I ran my tongue on my lips.
-I don’t know. My dad still thinks I’m at a school. If I show up one day clueless, or never get a college acceptance, he’ll figure out I’ve been somewhere else. And after last winter... I’m not sure I can tell him the truth. I said.
-True.
-I would go back for sure, but then Drew would be head counsellor again. And every sibling I’m close to, Kumiko, Lacy, Mitchell, she’d make sure it’d be a living nightmare for them. I said.
I remembered how happy Lacy’d been when I told her she could go do what she wanted with the shoes of shame. Sure the cabin’d smelt funny-like ashes- afterwards and the nymphs were complaining about something in the lake, but it’d been worth it. Or Mitchell when he’d been able to swear at Drew without being on garbage-patrol for a week. And Kumiko when Drew hadn’t been able to forbid her from wearing the jewellery she makes herself –big, colourful glass, ceramic, metal or clay beads with designs- in public. And then it hit me starting from the 21st they’d be stuck with Drew anyways.
-Yeah, they will unless someone pulls a quest or something in the next 20-something days. Annabeth said guessing my thoughtsé
-Or Drew drops dead.
-Powerful and violent. Exactly Butch’s type.
-Oh, man, he doesn’t… Lacy and Kumiko set it up. They think I’m not over…
-The fact Jason has a girlfriend?
-How the hell do you know?
-Educated guess. Annabeth said.
-I’m starting to hate your educated guesses. I said.
-So you don’t like Butch?
-Well… No.
-Okay, good. I mean, he’s funny if you like dumb blonde jokes and all, or pretend I hope. She shot me a meaningful look.
-Pretended! I will never laugh at dumb blond jokes again, even the island one. I said.
-Don’t talk about the island one, I’ve heard them all. She said.
-Okay, I’ll shut up about them. I said.
-Oh yeah, the guys in my class made a point of passing over each one they knew in detail. They now know the true meaning of getting creamed in every subject. I triedto picture the faces of a guy being creamed by Annabeth. That made me smile.
-Point is; don’t fall for Butch. She said. Then she lowered her voice.
-I know he’s not available, but you might want to talk to him before the quest. He’s coming at the 10 o’clock shift for the block back here. If you’re staying long enough…
-Annabeth not you too. Aren’t you supposed to stay for a while?
-Yes, but maybe I am sick. She said. She shut her binder and grabbed her shoulder-strap bag with her free hand before leaving.
Thanks. I thought to myself.
I glanced at my watch. In a minute Jason was supposed to show up. Oh gods, had he seen Kumiko and Lacy and me with Butch? I was getting up to charm speak Leo into letting me leave, but Jason turned the corner.
-Oh, hi Piper. He said.
-Hi. I said trying to block out all the swear words going through my head. He sat down. Awkward silence… He was just as uncomfortable as me, but I was fine with ignoring the fact he was sitting right freaking there, but the silence was just awkward.
-Guys! I heard someone say. It was Annabeth. I jumped to my feet. I rounded the corner of the boat, and I was out of the forges. I followed Annabeth, Leo and 2 other people to cabin 6.
-What’s wrong? I asked coming to a stop. But I saw it. I froze and took a step back horrified, bumping into Jason, but I didn’t care.
Her hair was sprawled out around her like a wedding veil, just as white, fin and straight. Her eyes were wide open, but had that look to them that meant they wouldn’t blink again, and a gash ran from the top to the bottom of her torso. She was 21, she was young, she was smart. She was getting married in a few months, I’d seen a picture of her in her elegant white dress; and the simple ring on her finger was just more proof. We knew why she’d been late for her shift.
Because the pool of blood was just more proof that Reagan Moore had taken her last breath, and that she had been murdered.
*Here is the award I got, thank you for the nomination and votes, love you all!
Sometime yesterday or Friday night- First forum on this spot to hit 1000 replies
Couple days ago - I became the first person to win the Fan Fiction awards! Best HoO/PJO fanfic (Son of Neptune if you hadn't guessed) and Best writter of 2010. Thank you for voting!
So this deserves a celebration chapter!
3
Piper McLean
May 31st: Camp Half-Blood
Bloody ending
-See? Butch is a nice guy. Lacy said.
-Lacy shut up. I said.
-It’s true! You were smiling… Kumiko started.
- Tell Butch I’m not interested or whatever and let me be.
-Pear…
-Look, thanks for trying, but setting me up with guys won’t help. I said.
-It’s true, Leyla piped up, he’s not that hot, if you want him to compare to Jason…
-Leyla! I objected.
-Pear, we just want you to be happy. Lacy said.
-You’d have to take the pink out of the cabin. I muttered, stuffing my jacket in the chest at the foot of my bed.
-Get over it! Kumiko said.
-That’s not gonna help Miko. Lacy said.
-I’m talking about the pink- but the guy too. No, but really! Piper, you were so happy about everything, and now you’re as gloomy as Di Angelo. Talk to him. Be friends with him. It’s better than nothing. Kumiko said.
-Thanks. I said hopping this would get them off my case. But see, the thing about my sisters is that they scream when they see bugs or Connor Stoll (deep down 3 of them love him), but they are feisty and persistent as Hades.
-Pear, really? Lacy asked lifting an eyebrow.
-Yeah, really. I’m going to go get some air. I said. I grabbed my snowboarding jacket and walked out of the cabin leaving my sisters in the dust. Where was I supposed to go now? Not in the cabin, and it was nearly nightfall. The harpies would come out, and I place harpies in the top 10 things who’s teeth I don’t want the near me.
I bolted for the forges. There was always someone there, and I had Katoptris on me so intentions that I wanted to help could be lied/charm speaked about without too much off an effort (yeah, harpies can be charmspeaked- don’t ask; all I’ll say is never again).
I stepped through the door frame of the forges and I had Clarisse’s electric spear at my neck.
-It’s Piper, calm down! Leo said. What are you doing here, beauty queen?
-Don’t call me that, and if I stay in my cabin I’m going to lose it.
-So that’s why. Leo said. I made a face.
-We’re setting up a guard perimeter. We’re missing an Athenian camper, Reagan, do you want to take her place?
-Yes. I said drawing Katoptris.
-Great, in the back of the forge next to Annabeth. He said. I followed his direction. 3 demigods were posted on each side of the boat in the forges; outside there must be 3 more. They didn’t seem too worried, one was reading, another fidgeting with wires. There must be 2 at each end, two outside for each end, 18 demigods to guard one boat.
One boat that’ll bring him back to the City… I thought.
Shut up.
Annabeth was at other end, a binder on her knees, scribbling fast.
-Hey. I said. She looked up.
-Hi Piper. She said.
-Leo told me to come here.
-Great. I don’t know where Reagan is, she’s super punctual usually. Annabeth said.
-Side tracked maybe.
-Not her type, but maybe. Annabeth admitted.
-What are you doing? I asked.
-Homework.
-I thought you quit school.
-Not allowed, the school keeps you for a year, no drop-outs unless you talk to the principal, and what am I supposed to say “can I drop out to build a demigod boat?” The only reason I’m not back in New York is that Connor Stoll got on the phone with my head mistress and faked he was a doctor at the San Francisco hospital for rare disease and that I’m gravely sick.
-Okay…
-Connor even came up with the idea that they can’t contact the hospital because it’s an emergency-only line and it protects some patients, in case they call there and don’t find an “Annabeth Chasse” in their list of patients. My whole family’s been programed to answer to that, and they’ve called my dad to check on my health for my classmates a few times. He’s a great actor.
-So, what are you supposed to be dying of?
-Don’t really remember. Don’t really care either. You’ll have to ask him. I might have to shave my head to fake chemotherapy when I go back, knowing Connor that was intended. She said.
-Oh God. I said.
-Yeah, well. If I transfer- since it’ll be the end of the year- I might not even go there to save my hair.
-I think it’s worth it. I said. Annabeth laughed. She was laughing more often now. The progress with the boat energised her, but I could see the possibility of something going wrong clearer than usual. Stupid gift-of-seeing-every-possibility-more-clea
-What about you? You ever going back? I ran my tongue on my lips.
-I don’t know. My dad still thinks I’m at a school. If I show up one day clueless, or never get a college acceptance, he’ll figure out I’ve been somewhere else. And after last winter... I’m not sure I can tell him the truth. I said.
-True.
-I would go back for sure, but then Drew would be head counsellor again. And every sibling I’m close to, Kumiko, Lacy, Mitchell, she’d make sure it’d be a living nightmare for them. I said.
I remembered how happy Lacy’d been when I told her she could go do what she wanted with the shoes of shame. Sure the cabin’d smelt funny-like ashes- afterwards and the nymphs were complaining about something in the lake, but it’d been worth it. Or Mitchell when he’d been able to swear at Drew without being on garbage-patrol for a week. And Kumiko when Drew hadn’t been able to forbid her from wearing the jewellery she makes herself –big, colourful glass, ceramic, metal or clay beads with designs- in public. And then it hit me starting from the 21st they’d be stuck with Drew anyways.
-Yeah, they will unless someone pulls a quest or something in the next 20-something days. Annabeth said guessing my thoughtsé
-Or Drew drops dead.
-Powerful and violent. Exactly Butch’s type.
-Oh, man, he doesn’t… Lacy and Kumiko set it up. They think I’m not over…
-The fact Jason has a girlfriend?
-How the hell do you know?
-Educated guess. Annabeth said.
-I’m starting to hate your educated guesses. I said.
-So you don’t like Butch?
-Well… No.
-Okay, good. I mean, he’s funny if you like dumb blonde jokes and all, or pretend I hope. She shot me a meaningful look.
-Pretended! I will never laugh at dumb blond jokes again, even the island one. I said.
-Don’t talk about the island one, I’ve heard them all. She said.
-Okay, I’ll shut up about them. I said.
-Oh yeah, the guys in my class made a point of passing over each one they knew in detail. They now know the true meaning of getting creamed in every subject. I triedto picture the faces of a guy being creamed by Annabeth. That made me smile.
-Point is; don’t fall for Butch. She said. Then she lowered her voice.
-I know he’s not available, but you might want to talk to him before the quest. He’s coming at the 10 o’clock shift for the block back here. If you’re staying long enough…
-Annabeth not you too. Aren’t you supposed to stay for a while?
-Yes, but maybe I am sick. She said. She shut her binder and grabbed her shoulder-strap bag with her free hand before leaving.
Thanks. I thought to myself.
I glanced at my watch. In a minute Jason was supposed to show up. Oh gods, had he seen Kumiko and Lacy and me with Butch? I was getting up to charm speak Leo into letting me leave, but Jason turned the corner.
-Oh, hi Piper. He said.
-Hi. I said trying to block out all the swear words going through my head. He sat down. Awkward silence… He was just as uncomfortable as me, but I was fine with ignoring the fact he was sitting right freaking there, but the silence was just awkward.
-Guys! I heard someone say. It was Annabeth. I jumped to my feet. I rounded the corner of the boat, and I was out of the forges. I followed Annabeth, Leo and 2 other people to cabin 6.
-What’s wrong? I asked coming to a stop. But I saw it. I froze and took a step back horrified, bumping into Jason, but I didn’t care.
Her hair was sprawled out around her like a wedding veil, just as white, fin and straight. Her eyes were wide open, but had that look to them that meant they wouldn’t blink again, and a gash ran from the top to the bottom of her torso. She was 21, she was young, she was smart. She was getting married in a few months, I’d seen a picture of her in her elegant white dress; and the simple ring on her finger was just more proof. We knew why she’d been late for her shift.
Because the pool of blood was just more proof that Reagan Moore had taken her last breath, and that she had been murdered.
*Here is the award I got, thank you for the nomination and votes, love you all!
