The Commander lets out a chuckle.
“Well, Percy Jackson, if you want to be our enemy.”
I less than a second, I’m lying onto the ground, disarmed.
I can’t mask my fear as he rises his sword into the air.
“Don’t expect us to be merciful.”
The swords comes down and I feel a blinding pain in my stomach. I let out a scream.
He kneels down next to me and whispers in my ear: “I hate the shirt, by the way.”
Then, I can only see black.
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Pain...
It’s the first thought that comes to me when I wake up. The horrible pain I was in before I lost consciousness. My breath hitches, remembering my encounter with the Commander. I let out a shuddering breath.
“Finally, you’re awake. I was afraid you’d never wake up again.”
Annabeth.
Knowing she’s here calms me down a little. Only now I realise that the pain is not as bad as I’d expected it to be, it’s bearable. I sigh and let me sink a little deeper in the cushion. Then, I remember Annabeth was next to me. I open my eyes and look at her slightly stressed appearance.
“Hey.” I croak.
“Hey.” she smiles tiredly, but then frowns. “How do you feel? What happened yesterday? Who did this to you?”
Yesterday? That means...
My eyes widen and I try to sit upright, only to get pushed back by Annabeth.
“Percy, lie down!”
“T... tonight is the battle, right?” I ask while suppressing a groan. So much movement wasn’t very wise of me.
“...Yes, but you stay in bed. Thanks to the nectar, the wound has closed up, but that doesn’t mean you can go running around and battle monsters.”
“But I have to help everyone!”
Annabeth sighs and mutters something about seaweed. Then she says: “Maybe, if the wound will be healed enough, you can help in the battle, but not before.”
“Can I get more nectar, then?” I ask, slightly annoyed.
“Only if you tell me what happened.” Annabeth crosses her arms over her chest and looks at me with a stubborn expression.
I sign and let my head fall back on the cushion. “Okay then,” I say as I close my eyes, picturing what happened. “Jason and I were fighting some hunters for our flag. The hunters got the flag and- Wait, did we lose or win the game?” I open my eyes and look at Annabeth questioningly.
“We lost, of course. Now go on with the story.”
I close my eyes again. “Well, the hunters got the flag and ran away with it. Jason followed them, I think. I was just kicked to the ground, so when I stood up, everyone was gone. Searched for Nico, wasn’t there. Then...-” I take a deep shuddering breath before continuing. “the Commander paid me a visit.”
Shock washes over her face. “You mean the Commander of Nyx’ army?”
“Yes.”
“And he stabbed you.”
“... Yes.”
Silence follows. While Annabeth’s processing the information, I lie awkwardly on my bed. After some minutes, she grabs a glass from a table and holds it out to me. In it is nectar.
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#9 -A Percy Jackson fanfic-
FanfictionSoldier #9, that's what I've been called for the last one-and-a-half year. Since the moment My Lady rescued me from that horrible place, without memory. I learned much, so much. About the gods, how stupid they are and never care for their childere...
