Olympia : The Game

Chapter 1

As the alarm clock rang at his bedside table, Percy woke up in a daze as he turned the alarm clock off. He rubbed his eyes and yawned, waiting for his vision to clear up.

Sunlight was shining through the curtains, brightening up the room. Well, technically his room was also the living room, and it was also the kitchen. Since he was living alone, this standard apartment was the only place he could afford without living like a crackhead.

He got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower, contemplating on whether this day was going to be the same as the previous ones.

Oh how wrong he was.

Percy got dressed and made his way out of his apartment. On his way down, he heard the landlord, Mr. Funk (don't ask), being in the middle of an argument with one of the tenants who was a few weeks late on her rent. Percy was late on the rent also, so he made haste on his way out.

Before going to class, he made a stop at one of his favourite places in the world. As he entered the building, he was greeted with a tackle as Thalia hugged him tightly.

"Percy!" She giggled like the little girl she is.

"Ow! Ow! My ribs!" Percy struggled but he also stifled out a few laughs. "How are you this morning, Thalia?" Percy said as he ruffled her hair.

Thalia frowned. "I'm fifteen. You don't need to treat me like a little girl."

"Well, technically I can since I'm three years older than you," Percy grinned. "Anyway, where's Hestia?"

"She's in the kitchen," Thalia said as she poked at Percy's ribs. He let out a small yelp.

"What was that for?" He asked. Thalia just shrugged as she walked away. Percy let out a small smile before going at the back of the building.

This place is an orphanage that was ran by a very sweet and kind woman named Hestia. She's the only adult here who takes care of the twenty or so kids that are living here as well. Percy had stumbled across this place a few years ago when he ran way from home. Since then, he would visit here every day before he went to class. Partly because Thalia asked him to and partly because Hestia's cooking reaches godhood level of deliciousness.

He found Hestia in the kitchen, where the scent of the food filled up the room. Percy felt his head melt as he sniffed at her meal.

Hestia is pretty much everything that you could ask for in a mother. She had dark red hair which she tied into a braid and eyes that just engulfs you in warmth. No one really knows her age, but she looks like she's in her mid-thirties. When she saw Percy, Hestia gave him a sweet smile.

"Good morning, Percy,"

"Morning," Percy replied with a goofy smile. He took a whiff of the scent. "Smells good. What's the menu for today?"

Hestia winked at Percy. "If I tell you, it won't be a secret." She said. "The taste will be ruined if you already know what it is."

"Let me guess," Percy put a thoughtful look on his face as he stroked his chin. "Chicken soup,"

Hestia let out a small laugh. "Nice guess, but no." She reached out towards the counter behind her and handed Percy a brown paper bag. "Here's your lunch for the day,"

Percy pouted. "No breakfast?"

Hestia wagged her finger. "You got it wrong, so no breakfast for you," Hestia said. "Besides, you always get breakfast from Grover,"

Percy shrugged. She did have a point. "I'll be going now. See you in the evening." Percy said as he walked away. "And thanks for the lunch!"

On his way out, Percy saw Thalia wearing an Iris device and was in a "fight" with her younger brother, Jason. When Thalia tackled him to the ground, she smirked. "I win,"