A Call For Heroes (Pjo x Hunger Games

13

Percy

As Percy stumbled, following Katniss downhill, he could feel the poison from the claws of the hellhound entering into his bloodstream. His right hand had become numb, and he couldn't even feel his chest. Without ambrosia, Percy was sure no mortal medicine could heal the wound. But luckily, they managed to find a pond, just as Percy was starting to fade. He dived headfirst into the water, letting the coolness of his father's element wash over him, revitalising him. Renewed strength coursed through him and he relaxed. The pain ceased.

Then, with a jolt he realised that the wound had healed fully. How was he going to explain this to Katniss?

Katniss told him to get out of the pond. He listened to her, trying to think up an excuse for his healed wound.

The moment Percy got out, Katniss asked in shock, "Your wound, how did it heal so fast?"

"I guess the water has healing properties." He answered.

Katniss had a look of doubt on her face. It was clear she didn't believe him. But he was spared from answering further questions as a loud boom echoed all around the forest. It was cannon, signalling a dead tribute. So Percy supposed that the other hellhound had managed to make food out of at least one of the career tributes.

"I'm going to walk around and hunt for some food. Peeta can stay here and catch some fish." Katniss announced.

"There's no fish in this pond." Percy said, a little too quickly. When he had dived into the pond, he didn't sense any sign of fishy life in there.

"How would you know?" Katniss asked.

"I- uh. When I was in the pond, I didn't see any fish." Percy said.

"Well, then you two can search around for berries and edible stuff. We'll meet back here in ten minutes." Katniss ordered.

They nodded and Katniss left, heading deeper into the forest. Percy and Peeta went another way.

"So what were you saying back then? About you not belonging to District Five?" Peeta started.

"I guess I can't keep this to myself any longer. You will find out eventually." Percy admitted.

"Okay, so go on." Peeta pestered.

"The thing is, I am from the past. I am not from your time. I came to help the District overthrow the Capitol." Percy said. "And I'm not even like you people. I'm a demigod."

Peeta looked confused. "Wait. What's a demigod? What do you mean you are from the past?"

"I am sent to the future by a god, to make amendments and stop all this unfairness. A demigod is the offspring of a god and a mortal." Percy explained.

"God?" Peeta was completely at a loss of what to say.

"Greek god." Percy confirmed. "They are real. I am a son of Poseidon, the god of the sea."

"Poseidon...sea?" Peeta struggled to make a complete sentence.

"Yes. That's why I am healed by water." Percy said patiently. "There weren't any healing properties actually."

"Right. You expect me to believe all this?" Peeta frowned.

"That's up to you. You can choose not to believe me too. But how else can you explain why the water healed me so quickly? How else can you explain why I am experienced with a sword? Demigods go to Camp Half-Blood to train to survive, battling monsters all the time." Percy said.

Peeta thought for a moment. "Why are you telling me this?"

Percy hadn't thought about that question. "Well, so that you will trust me." He said.