The Chaos Between Time And The Sea

chapter 1

Percy pov:

Pain.

That's all that I felt currently. It was everywhere and was unrelenting, never stopping and not giving me any relief or peace. It was pulsing all around my body and medaling with my mind, making it near impossible to get any proper thoughts across, making me oblivious to any and all of my surroundings.

I shuffle and try to shift my position, chains rattling and another wave of pain overcoming me. There is a strong pressure on my wrists and ankles from the cuffs that they were put into and an uncomfortable pain centered in my knees from the kneeling position I was forced in, resting on cold, hard marble.

My vision is blurry and my hearing is muffled, everything sounds as if it is blocked by a new pair of high quality, noise cancelling headphones with a constant ringing that I know will make me go insane.

I can hear shouting, but I can't make out any words. I know they are arguing on what to do with me. They think I'm too powerful, a threat, a danger to them. They think that if they don't deal with me soon I will betray them, they think I'll betray the Gods.

Why?

Why don't they trust me? Haven't I done enough to prove to them my loyalty? Haven't I gone through so much hardship and pain that they should know I wouldn't go against them?

Am I not good enough?

I guess that I should have expected this from the Gods. Anyone who possesses even the slightest bit of strong power is a threat if they are not a God, no matter who it is.

I thought that I was going to be different, that the Gods aren't that cruel, that those stories about them were wrong, but I guess that I was too wistful. They act all friendly and tolerate you when they have nothing to use against you, but the moment someone spreads a small rumor of a crime you didn't commit, they cut you down instantly, no matter who you are or what you did for them.

While I wait for them to stop their childish bikkering, I can't help but to think back on how I got here.

- flashback -

I was wandering around aimlessly, enjoying the peace and quiet after the chaos that was the after math of the war. I had no direction or purpose in mind, just walking around.

After the war against Gaea, things slowly started to turn bad for me. The campers started changing, started to avoid me, started looking at me with hatred.

They started to ignore me, started to spout hateful things at me. They started to blame me for all the deaths that happened over the years, they said that I was the cause for all their pain and suffering.

And it was my fault, wasn't it? If it weren't for my existence, so many lives would have been saved, so much pain and suffering could have been avoided.

If it weren't for me, maybe the prophecy wouldn't have come about.

While walking with my mind in another world, I don't notice that I'm nearing the archery rang, not do I hear the sounds of someone practicing their shots. It's only thanks to my built up skills and reflexes that I don't get impaled with an arrow through my heart.

My instinct warms me of the danger and I roll out of the way, snapping out of my out-of-mind state. When I look up to see who shot the arrow, I am surprised to see it's my mentor, Chiron.

Chiron is one of the only ones who haven't blamed me, who believes in me and still is my friend.

Most of my friends have turned on me just like the other campers. The only ones who are still with me are Nico, and because of him Will as well, and surprisingly Clarisse. Although it seemed like she hated me, she actually had a load of respect for me and slowly started to warm up to me.