Percabeth Short Stories

The Girl With The Golden Sword

Percy was tired of fighting the 'monsters'. They slashed their swords at him and desperately tried to look like they wanted to kill him, but Percy knew better.

He was known to be a bit ... well, I guess you could say 'dumb', but the truth was that it was to hide the pain. Five months ago, his fiancée Rachel had died from an unknown illness.

Since Percy was the Prince of the town, Alantis, him and Rachel were going to get married. It was what his father had wanted.

His father. Percy's dad, Poseidon, was about the most uncaring person in the world. Sure, he gave Percy anything he wanted, but he was more focused on ruling the city than looking after his son. Ever since Percy's mother had died, Poseidon was growing distant. He would spend hours up in his study, staring at a beautiful portrait on the wall of him, Sally and Percy standing together.

Percy knew that was one of the reasons his dad was ignoring him, but still, a dad has to be loyal to his kid.

Percy disarmed all of his trainers and put his bronze sword back in it's sheath. Then he ran off in search of his father.

The castle that they lived in was huge. The towers stretched up into the clouds and fortified walls surrounded the entire village, which was set out in front of the castle like a map.

Percy sprinted through each hallway, his footsteps echoing on the floor. The soft midday sunlight streaming in through the windows criss-crossed the floor in patterns and stripes, leading him in different directions.

When he reached his father's study, which was located at the top of the North tower, he noticed that the room was oddly quiet.

One of the windows was open, and a gentle breeze was making a curtain flutter. Then Percy's eyes reached the floor. Lying there was a body covered in blood. A knife was stuck in the middle of the person's chest and blood-coated hair stuck to the top of the head.
It was his father.

King Poseidon wasn't breathing. He was staring up at the ceiling with a blank expression on his face, as if it were a puzzle.

Percy slowly backed out of the room and sprinted back down the spiral staircase of the tower. Tears ran down his cheeks as he took a back entrance out of the castle and sprinted up the wall of the village.

Wiping his tears away, he approached one of the guards. "I am going out for a breather. Just to the nearest hill." He said, and the guard let him out of the village.

It was blissful. The wind on his face as he walked around the wild meadows, the sunlight than felt like heaven, and just the peace of everything around him. He wandered around until he came across a hill where he lay down on the grass and stared up at the sky.

Clouds drifted across it slowly like rippling water and the soft hum of the wind soothed him. He lay there for a while, just staring up at the clouds.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps, the sound of boots hitting the earth. Percy leapt to his feet to face his challenger only to see a girl.

The girl was extremely pretty, with gorgeous honey-blonde curls and imitating grey eyes that somehow reminded him of storm clouds. She was around his age - seventeen - and was holding a gold sword.

Her expression changed as soon as Percy drew his sword. She started to slowly back away, and Percy quickly sheathed his sword again.

"Wait!" He cried, as she sprinted off. It was an easy decision. He took off after her and then watched as she tripped up on a root and fell over. Percy had no time to slow down as he too, slipped and landed on top of her.

"Get off me!" She screamed. "I'm sorry." Percy apologised, hastily getting off her.

" 'I'm sorry' doesn't satisfy me!" The girl said, getting up. The glare in her eyes felt like fire on Percy's skin.

"I'm so sorry." Percy said.

"Just because you added 'so' still won't make the apology accepted!"

Percy got down on his knees. "I'm really, really, very sorry for threatening you, I didn't know what to expect and then you had your sword and I--"

"Alright, alright!" The girl cried, blushing. "There's no need to be a drama queen!"

Percy stood back up and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, before sticking out his hand. "Percy." He said.

"Annabeth." The girl shook his hand, then gasped. "Oh no! I'm late!" And she sprinted off, but not before yelling over her shoulder: "Nice meeting you!" Then she disappeared into the trees of the surrounding forest.

Percy half felt like running after her, but instead he just smiled to himself, and began walking back towards the city.

Maybe someday he would see her again.