𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 || 𝐩.𝐣

𝟎𝟐. where is rory?

PERCY WOKE UP WITH A pounding in his head. He looked around, taking in his surroundings.

The room he was in was definitely not a hospital room. It looked more like a cabin of some sort.

Percy turned around meeting a calm Grover sitting on a chair next to his bed. "It's okay. You're safe." The satyr reassured him, only he didn't know why.

Percy looked around the room as crows cawed in the background. Suddenly, he looked at a large horn.

The horn of the Minotaur he killed the night before.

"It really happened." He said not taking his eyes of it. "Well, it's a big deal to kill a monster like that." Grover's enthusiastic undertone of his words didn't help Percy.

His mind couldn't stop thinking about his dead mother. "-so I wanted everyone to know-." Percy cut his friend of before he could finish his sentence.

"Did you see it?" He asked, looking at Grover. "Did you see what happened to my mom?" Grover looked down, he couldn't bare to look into his friends eyes.

"I did." Grover emphasised with Percy. "I'm sorry...for...everything." Percy turned his head from Grover, staring at a half green half white wall.

"My job was to protect you, to get you here safely. Maybe if I'd told you the truth a little sooner,your mom would still be here-" Grover tried to explain to Percy, but he only got met with another cut off.

"Please...stop." Percy uttered, clearly not wanting to talk about his mother. "I know this isn't easy but u wanna talk about it." The satyr tried to stay calm, only he started to panic on the inside at the thought of losing his friend.

"I don't." The blonde boy said sternly, taking off the comforter of him and standing up from the bed. He sighed as he picked up his jeans from a chair.

"Your job was to get me here alive. So your job is done." In that moment, Grovers mind hadn't yet processed Percy's words.

"Where are you going?" He asked Percy as he was about to leave the room they found themselves in. "It was so important I get here 'cause my father's a god. So I'm gonna go find him." Percy stated, totally oblivious on how that worked.

"Yeah, but it isn't that...simple." Percy shut the door, leaving Grover sat on the white chair, defeated.

Percy heard birds chirping and sounds of indistinctive chatter as he stepped outside. He observed a group of kids by the lake, that wore a  matching orange shirt.

Weird. He thought to himself as he looked around the greenish lake. It was when the boy set his eyes on a man sleeping on a chair in a glass like terrace.

The boy walked up to the entrance of the glass terrace and scanned the room.

The man had dark grey hair, sunglasses on his head and a can of Diet Coke in his hands above his stomach. Next to him there was a wheelchair, that Percy couldn't quite understand.

He walked into the room with a thousand thoughts inside his head. "Excuse me? I'm Percy Jackson, I'm new here." He said as hesitance coated the boys voice.

"Peter Johnson is here!" The man announced, leaving Percy confused. " 'Kay. That isn't...really my name." The boy corrected the man.

"I guess I'm looking for the office? Or whoever's in charge, so.." The man started to take of his sunglasses as a familiar voice was to be heard in the background.

"Wait, wait. Wait, wait, wait. Percy, um"  Grover sounded frantic as he approached the pair. "Mr. D, Camp Director. Mr. D, this is Percy Jackson. "

"Yeah, Grover. I heard him the first time." Mr.D said making the already frustrated twelve year old more annoyed. "Yeah. But did you?" The sassiness of Percy couldn't be hidden.