They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn. My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark. I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.

This is a Percy Jackson Maximum Ride crossover. After taking a short fly from Central Park Max stumbles across Camp Half-Blood. Disclaimer: I only own the plot everything else is Rick Riodan and James Patterson.

This is a story about Percy Jackson and Maximum Ride. What if Percy was kidnapped and taken to The School? Well, he did and met the Flock and they agreed to help each other to escape. But what if things go wrong and the Flock becomes part of a huge Greek Manhunt with Percy as the fugitive? Copyright © Parlor_Wolf13 No one by any means is allowed to copy, cut, or use any of this story, without Polar_Wolf13 's (me) permission.