The Forgotten Warrior (A PJO/DC Crossover)

Chapter 2

"So, um, quick question. Who bandaged me up and changed my clothes?" Percy asked Rose, realizing that as he was looking in the mirror he was in fact, clean now.

Rose just blushed and turned away. "My Father told me to clean you up since it was mainly my idea to bring you here. I have to nurse you back to health also. Luckily, though, you seemed to heal fast. After I gave you a bath you seemed to be in less pain. After that I bandaged you up."

"Woah woah woah. You took me a bath?" Percy held his head and turned away from her, feeling embarrassed.

"I kind of had to. Disappointing my Father is a bad idea, and he wasn't happy you were covered in blood and who know what else."

"Oh." He turned around and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "My bad, sorry about that."

"You really can't remember anything?"

"You will be banished from this World! This Realm!"

"No! I was set up! It wasn't me! They attacked me and tried to kill me! You know I would never do that!"

"Where are the bodies?!"

"Percy?"

"Huh?" He looked at her in confusion as she had a concerned look on her face.

"You were staring off into space with a blank expression on your face. You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm good."

She hesitantly took a step towards him. "Did you remember something?"

Percy looked at the scars on his arms while he answered her. "Just a conversation. The same conversation, bits and pieces of it, at least."

"What was it?"

Percy saw a white T-shirt on the dresser and walked over to put it on. "I don't know. It doesn't really make sense, anyways. Is it alright if I take a shower?"

"Not yet, we have to meet my Father, first."

"Alright." Percy nodded in thought. "Where is he at?"
Rose turned towards the door and gestured for Percy to follow. "He's in the training room."

"You guys have a training room?" Percy asked as he followed her out the room and down the hallway into a living area. Apparently, they were in a really big house because one of the walls was a glass sliding panel with a balcony, and it was over looking a crystal blue lake with forests and some mountains in the distance.

"Woah. Now that's a view. Where are we?"

"Wyoming."

"Oh cool, I don't think I've ever been to Wyoming."

"Would you remember if you did?"

"Fair point."

Rose led him to a door on the other side of the room and turned towards Percy.

"Listen, he only agreed to take you in because you might have potential with a blade. He's one of the best swordsman in the entire world, maybe even in the top 5. He's going to want to spar with you, be careful. He's trying to get on my good side at the moment, so he's willing to do anything, even not kill you. Well, not intentionally at least."

Percy audibly gulped. "Well, that's not terrifying."
"No pressure?" Rose winced and gave two thumbs up, then turned around to open the door.

"Woah," was all he could say, the place was huge! He was standing inside a room bigger than the size of a gymnasium, with wooden floors and wrestling mats spread out throughout the place. Against one of the walls were weapons racks with everything from swords, knives and spears to automatic rifles and missile launchers. On the opposite wall were a set of weights with several punching bags on either side of the weight lifting set.