6 September 2010, 12:33 am
Well, first off, let me state that I do not own Percy Jackson & The Olympians and that I am simply borrowing ideas from Rick Riordan. If this book ever does get published, I'll make sure to have complete permission from him. My book follows the adventures of Brian Campbell, a 13 year old son of Poseidon from California, as he attempts to get safely across the country to Camp Half-Blood. It sort of takes place around the same time as The Lost Hero, but mine takes place in September-June, whereas The Lost Hero might take place during summer. This chapter is the first one of the book. Notice that it's short. That's because it's a rough draft. Don't put that in your answer. I will make it longer once I have everything for it. If you have a good idea for it, tell me. Everyone in the book is my real life friend, I do go to that school, I do live there, and I do help take care of the chickens. Chapter 1: A Broken Hose Talks To Me Let me give you a few words of advice. If you think you are a half-blood, stop reading, get rid of this book, and don’t ever think about it again. You’ve been warned. I started out a normal 13 year old in a pretty big city near Los Angeles. I wore glasses, had a few freckles, I was a bit chubby. I had a normal house in a normal neighborhood with some normal dogs and a normal sister and normal parents. Well, that’s what I had thought. If I could choose my biggest mistake, it would be going to Grove. See, Grove was a Jr and Sr High School. The High School was normal enough, but the Middle School was, well, a farm. I mean, that wasn’t the problem, but it should’ve tipped me off. I stayed out of trouble for my first two years, but 9th grade was trouble. See, unlike most schools, 9th grade was at the Middle School, so I had one more year to last through before I would be just a bit safer. I had a few friends. Isaac was one of them. He was sort of weird, but very serious as well. He was 15 because he had waited a year to start school, so he was very intelligent, but at the same time still acted like a kid when he wanted. Another one of my friends was Stan. He was only in 7th grade, but I’d known him for longer. He was really cool and was pretty popular, even though he walked with a limp. He could run pretty fast but walked slowly because of some muscle disease or something. My other friend Peter and I fought a lot, but always seemed to stay friends. He was pretty stubborn, but then again, so was I. I had another friend named Leo. He seemed really interested in Greek mythology for some reason. I mean, he was the sort of teenager than should never be given as much as a freshly sharpened pencil. He was nice at times, and wasn’t usually violent, but when he needed too, he could some serious butt. He was sort of a rule breaker, but had a way of staying out of trouble. Whether it was playing poker till midnight on a school campout or playing games on his iPod during class, Leo could get away with most anything. Well, that changed soon enough. My trouble really started about two weeks into school. I was doing PE, which at Grove, was farmwork. It was my job to take care of the chickens. I had to feed them, wash their eggs, and make sure their water was filled and not filled with mud and poop. I got some feed and was able to get my way through the crowd of them and to the feeder. There weren’t any eggs, so I went to check on the water, when I noticed the hose connected to it was leaking. I was about to go get something to plug it up, but when I turned around, I heard someone say, “O goddess, accept my offering.” When I turned around, through the rainbow created by the spray of water, an image of a guy appeared. He looked around 18, with an orange T-Shirt that read “Camp Half-Blood” on it. It had what looked like a Flying Horse on it. In his hand was a huge golden sword that had some Greek letters on it that I somehow knew spelled “Anaklusmos.” He had shaggy black hair that was sort of long, like it hadn’t been cut in a while, but it had a gray streak in it. Before I could ask who he was or how I saw him, he sighed in relief. “Brian! Thank the gods! This is very important and you have to listen!” I said something genius like, “How did, but the, rainbows?” “No time for questions! I need your help! You need to get to Camp Half-Blood by next summer! Bring your friends! Especially Stan! It’s in Long Island, so it’ll take a while. Don’t try flying, because Zeus isn’t in the best mood. Just get to New York by next summer! I didn’t want to have to tell you this, but I need to brother. You are the son of Poseidon, so if I were you, I’d study up on Ancient Greece. Oh, and this is vitally important! Don’t trust...” Something came at him from the side, and his sword slashed the image in two and it disappeared. With that, I was alone in the chicken pen, as the son of the Sea God. Oh my...I made new characters in a new location with a new plot and new point of view with new problems that had a two paragraph cameo of an old character just to give my character the mission. I had to feature Percy because, I mean, he's my character's brother. I can't just leave him out. And I am not a son of Poseidon because of that. I've loved water my whole life and I planned to write a book about me being the son of Poseidon before Percy Jackson even came out. I don't really see how...I did change the plot. I mean, completely different plot. My book is about a half-blood going across the country to try and get to camp. His book is about a half-blood who is accused of stealing Zeus's Master Bolt and he has to go across the country and back in a week to prevent war. How are they the same? I am using some thing from PJO, like Camp Half-Blood and Percy, but Percy will only be in 2 Chapters, and Camp will only be in the last chapter. The characters are completely different. Granted, they are similar, and have a few of the same concepts, but the differences are greater. Also, don't tell me to change the grammar and spelling if you can't use proper grammar or correct spelling yourself. This is a very short rough draft, so of course the dialogue won't make a lot of sense at first. I have to get all that through. The message itself will be 2 or 3 pages in the actual chapter, so it will be fixed. Does anyone have any new ideas they can add to this?... Read More »
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