So, in this, the war just ended, Leo and Calypso just came back, but Percy and Annabeth are still traumatized from Tartar Sauce.
Gabriella's POV:
2 years.
My friend Percy had been gone for 2 years. And he returns now?
I'm Gabriella. I have cocoa-colored skin, black frizzy hair, and dark brown eyes.
My friends and I have been best friends with Percy Jackson since he came back to Goode. He had mysteriously disappeared 2 years ago, and his step-dad, Paul Blofis, said he didn't know what happened to him.
And then he showed up 2 years later. On a rainy Tuesday. Wearing a baggy sweatshirt. He acted...different. Like he had been through hell and back. He walked like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He barely talked to anyone, always looked at some picture of a group of people laughing at some camp, and kept his hood on.
So today I pulled him to our table. Oh, did I forget to mention that he sits by himself on the floor in a corner of the cafeteria? Yeah.
"Look, Gabi, I just need to be alone, ok?" he said as I dragged him towards our friends, Lindsay and Adam.
"You look too depressed over there. You aren't acting the same. You used to joke around and smile all the time! Where did that Percy go?" I asked. He sighed.
"He died in hell," he said quietly. I was confused, but I still made him sit at our table.
"PERCE! YOU'RE BACK! WHERE WERE YOU?! DID YOU GET KIDNAPPED?!" Lindsay yelled.
"Geez, guys! First, don't call me 'Perce'. It's Percy," he said. Lindsay looked sad. Percy had always let us call him Perce before. "Second, I had...amnesia. For 8 months I couldn't remember anything. When I got my memory back, I went with my friends from camp to ki-I mean visit! Visit my...grandma," he explained.
"Seriously, tell us the truth, Percy. And why are you so sad?" Adam asked, taking a bite out of his sandwich.
"There's a lot of stuff that you won't understand," Percy said, looking down at the table.
We stared at him. Percy always acted stupid and oblivious. But this new Percy? This new Percy scared me. His normally bright and cheerful sea-green eyes looked dull, sad, and broken.
"Are you ok, Percy? You're normally so-" Percy cut me off.
"Happy and oblivious?" he asked. We nodded. "As I said before, that Percy basically died in Hell. Literally."
And he was quiet for the rest of lunch. My friends and I looked at each other worriedly.
TIME SKIPPITY
We all walked out of the cafeteria. We were walking to Greek mythology (it was an elective, and we all were interested in it, so we took it).
Suddenly, this random Cherokee girl with kaleidoscope eyes and blue (they're the harpy feathers) feathers in her hair ran up to Percy and hugged him.
Now, we were used to random girls hugging Percy, he was THAT hot, but this girl hugged him with so much force, it knocked him over. He fell to the ground, laughing.
Lindsay, Adam, and I were shocked. Percy hadn't laughed since he came to school. His eyes seemed to get a bit brighter.
The girl laughed, stood up, and offered her hand to Percy. Percy grabbed it and the girl pulled him up. Wow, the girl must have been STRONG.
"Wait, Perce-uh-Percy is this your girlfriend?" Adam asked. The girl and Percy started laughing a bit.
"I'm Piper Mc- uh, nevermind, I'm Piper. Percy's friend," the girl-Piper- explained. Percy was smiling now. He looked normal again.
"Yup," he said, putting an arm around her shoulder.
"Really? You two act like a couple," Lindsay observed.
"Haha, no. Percy's dating my best friend, and my boyfriend is...homeschooled," Piper said. I nodded.
"Do you maybe know why Percy was so depressed when he came to school?" Adam asked Piper. She and Percy's expressions became guarded.
Percy opened his mouth to say something, but then the speakers yelled,
"MORTALS, IN THE AUDIO ROOM. uh- I MEAN, AUDITORIUM!"
Piper and Percy looked slightly scared, and the other two and I were confused.
We ran to the auditorium.
On the stage, there were 14 people *the god's descriptions*.
Piper hid behind Percy, and Percy tried to hide behind her. They looked like they were having a silent argument about who would hide behind who.
"HELLO, MORTALS!" the man *Zeus's description*. The mic screeched.
"No need to yell that loud, Zeus!" someone who was wearing (it's Hermes in his UPS outfit).
"Sorry, sorry. Anyways. Mortals, *dramatic pause* we are the gods!" the first man said.
"Yeah, right! Prove it!" someone cried from the back of the room. Suddenly, a small storm appeared over that person's head. "I-uh, ok?" the boy squeaked. Piper and Percy's faces had paled. They started whispering to each other.
"Would my favorite cousin and my, um, niece please come up here?" the sunshine-y god said. I guess he was Apollo?
No one came to the stage. Piper and Percy sank in their seats.
"I am not blind, I can see you guys," Apollo said, putting his hands on his hips.
"I can take your memory again, Percy," the goddess with long licorice black hair said. Percy? There was only one Percy in this school...
"APOLLO HAS A NEW HAIKU!" Hermes yelled. Piper and Percy jumped out of their seats. Everyone gaped.
"Don't force the poor mortals to listen to your haikus, Apollo," Percy mumbled. Piper looked ready to kill.
"DON'T CALL ME YOUR NEICE!" she yelled and ran up to the stage with Percy.
"Titles," a goddess with brown hair and grey eyes said.
"Piper Mclean, daughter of Tristan Mclean and Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty. *rest of titles*"
Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, god of earthquakes, horses, and water in general. *rest of titles except for Tartarus*"
"And he, um, fell into Tartarus with his girlfriend (I feel like she's more than his gf at this point, but IDK how to write that, sooo)," Piper added. Everyone was quiet.
There was a flash of light, and when I could see again, they were all gone.
They were heroes.
I've been wanting to write a chapter like that for a while, i just didn't really know how. So, i guess i finally figured out how?
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