Curse of the Triblood

Chapter 45

Percy POV

I woke up several times, groggy, disoriented, and still questioning the reality of the situation. All I knew was that I was in pain. My body hurt and was in a burning sensation. I felt like my muscles were trying to commit suicide by burning themselves alive.

When I finally opened my eyes once more, I could see blue skies with several puffy clouds. The bright sun making it impossible for me to see for far longer than I'm willing to admit. I tried to move my neck, but it hurt. It was stiff and moving it burned and was excruciating. I wanted to force myself up and noticed that my right arm was covered in bandages, and so was most of my body.

I couldn't see many things out of the right side of my face. Why couldn't I see out of my right eye? Even with that, my left eye was blurry at best. I looked at my left arm and saw it was golden; I had a golden arm!

"My arm!' I screamed; my voice was hoarse and raspy.

I looked at it and, for some reason, felt familiar. It was as if a part of me knew I had this robotic arm for a long time. Did I always have this? What happened to my arm? I looked at my arm and turned it several times, analyzing everything about the designs, carving, engravings, the images, nostalgia-filled me while looking at the images. Flashes of memories came to mind. They felt right, like bits and pieces but not the whole. It felt like I was trying to grab a specific grain of sand from a hourglass, mid-air, but the grain had already fallen by the time I realized which specific one I wanted to catch. I tried to grab the memory; I knew there was something there, but I couldn't grab it, and it hurt when I was close. I tried to get up once more but was stopped.

"Stop. I wouldn't get up if I were you," a girl's voice told me. I couldn't make out her face, but whoever she was, she placed a cold, wet towel on my face. For some reason, my gut felt butterflies when the damp towel was on my forehead. My instinct told me I wanted the water in the towel; I didn't know why; it just felt right. I needed the water. It wanted me. It was how it worked; it is how

it's supposed to be to me. I thought of the water, and slowly the headache went away while the wet towel was on my head.

She had a wooden spoon and fed me something. It tasted like chocolate and honey had a baby with marshmallows and caramel. It was sweet but not overly so. Then for some reason, it tasted like cookies; the cookies, for some, made me think of the color blue. I knew what I was eating; for some reason, I knew it better than I knew about how I lost my arm, nectar, the food of the gods.

I could now see the girl's face. She had caramel, waist-length hair, braided and draped over her shoulder. Her eyes were almond-shaped and looked like dark honey. I couldn't tell her age by her face; she just looked timeless.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Hush, don't worry. I'll heal you. Rest, and I will make sure you are fine," she told me. She could see I was going to say something and relented giving me her name, Calypso.

She began to sing and hum. I knew, somehow, that it was magic. The magic seeped into my body, and the pain from before was going away. The pain subsided, and I could now at least think a bit more. It didn't matter because soon after, I passed out.

The dreams I had were of memories, at least; that's what I think they were. Bits and pieces of things that happened throughout my life...lives? For some reason, whenever I looked in a mirror in the memory, I looked different, and when people called my name, it was usually different. But the most common was the name, Percy. A beautiful woman would call me that.

When I woke up, it was in a cave. There was a large hole in the cave ceiling where the sun shone in to let in all the light. Gemstones and rocks were extraordinary, and most were in the geometric shapes seen in Ireland, made up the walls and some of the ground.