Wrath of a Halfblood (A Percy Jackson Fanfic)

1.5

Percy could feel the sun's rays sinking into her skin all day, warm and comforting the rays of light engulfed her wherever she went. Though she was getting a decent tan, it started to grow too hot around midday. When the sunshine began to chase after her, even when ducked underneath the grand trees for shade, she pulled the hood and cloak that Hermes had gifted her from her bag, covering herself, and blocking out the harsh, obsessive sunlight.

The fabric heated up angrily under the sun as if seeking retribution for not being allowed to touch her skin directly. She couldn't help but wonder if it had to do with the lack of pollution or something to do with the ozone of the time that made the sun so vibrant.

Regardless of the sun's strange behavior, all Percy could think was that Grover would love it here.

No big cities, no boom of innovation that led to polluted waters and fallen forests, no overfarmed areas, and no roads dividing ecosystems.

Percy had been traversing the wild for days, scavenging where she could and hunting whenever something crossed her path. The entire time she thought of the nymphs and satyrs at camp, and how they would love it.

She had rarely come across another person, rarely passed more than a single house far out on a farm. It was just her and Stella surrounded by nature.

That was until she came to the coast again.

When she broke through the treeline she could see nothing but miles of tents and soldiers parked along the beaches. Ships sat dormant just off the coast, and dozens of house colors and symbols decorated the separated armies and demonstrated their allegiances. From her high vantage point, she could see each of the groups, keeping to their own.

"What the fuck?" Percy whispered to herself in English eyeing the vast expanse.

She had been to war before. She knew the look of it. Each group of soldiers stuck close to their own like how each cabin would stick close together during games of capture the flag.

She watched some of the soldiers closer to her training with swords. Their blades were Greek, as was their fighting style. She thought of the Roman legions, and how they thought her chaotic battle style was so terrifying. She smiled, feeling more at home than she had in days.

War was familiar, war was easy.

She heard the familiar sound of a blade unsheathing behind her. Grabbing Riptide in pen form she prepared to fight.

Every half-blood instinct awoke within her, her muscles tensed, ready for action. She heard two distinct shuffles of feet. One directly behind her and one two paces behind the first and slightly to the right. 

"Halt, trespasser. Turn and reveal thine intentions!" A deep voice barked from behind her. 

Percy slowly turned, eyeing the two men. The one closest to her was tall, he held a sword towards her, a cocky grin adorning his admittedly handsome face. His blonde hair and noble features reminded her of Jason Grace. There was the same level of heroic self-assurance that seemed to permeate from them. 

Behind him stood a dark-haired man, also strangely attractive. He held a spear out, eyeing Percy with weary unease. His stance was lower than knock-off-Jason's, revealing he was less confident about his ability to defend himself than the cocky blonde. 

When the hood became a risk, blocking some of her periphery, she lowered it revealing her face to the two attackers. The sun welcomed her back into it's embrace, giving her golden skin a glow that made her look ethereal. 

The blonde froze, marveling at her with an awkward level of awe. The dark-haired one's eyes widened in horror as he looked at her. Percy couldn't tell which reaction made her want to pull her hood back up more.