Me? I'm no one too important. Just that 'guardian spirit' of the Hunters. Oh. Before that? Well....that's a loooooong story. So sit down, take a nap, then wake up when the actual story plot begins.
*_*_**_**_*Flashback*_*_*_*_*_* Clinton ford
I stood there. Ring in hand. That Hermes boy, what's his name? Michael Jordan? Nahhhh... It think it something like Clifford The Freckle Faced Ass/Donkey. No, no,no. Names didn't matter any more. My eyes locked onto the two. All emotion faded from my eyes. I opened my mouth, but nothing but hot air came out. I paused there, feet stiff on the withering fall grass. The water didn't even seem to move in the lake a few yards away. Making out was my girlfriend, Annabitch, and that stupid, smug attitudes boy, who's name I forgot. I was thinking of something funny to say, but nothing sprouted in my mind with useful suggestions.
"Are ya gonna tell that worthless no one that your cheatin' on him?"
"He isn't too special. I suppose it'll be easy..."
I mumbled something useless under my heaving breath.
"Bye, camp, Annabitch, Clifford, and friends."
*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*
10 years ago.
Here I was now, standing in front of my little apartment in which mom, Paul, Beverly, and James all live. Perhaps I should explain. I'm 17. A year ago, mom amazingly had a young boy, James. James was blessed by my dad, Poseidon, white the powers that I got. He got a brown rabbit for Christmas that year, and mom named her, Beverly. But, you see, things would be better with me gone. Everyone could stay safe and out of trouble. James could grow up safely, out of sight of a troublesome kid like me. Beverly was a sweet rabbit, very sweet indeed. Blackjack' hooves clipped on the road, as he paced in circles under the darkened sky. It began raining. Ironic, no? Usually, in movies it rains when something depressing happens, but I wouldn't count this as 'special.'
Hey, boss.
Yeah, Blackjack?
You owe me extra doughnuts when you come back.
Fine....
.....But if you don't come back, could I have your cabin as my-
No.
Why not?
James. My brother. Y'know, the little boy, brown hair, blue eyes. Wee big. Related to me.
Oh.....Yeah, the twerp.
Yeah. Him.....Now, bud
Yeah?
I have a little request for you.
All ears on yah, boss.
I want you to make sure James makes it to Camp Half-Blood.
Is that Paul guy even a god? If not, how's Jamie even a Demi-god?
Nah. Poseidon blessed him, basically makin' him have two fathers.
Yeah. That definitely explains it. Thanks.
I'm sorry, but I'm supposed to be the sarcasm king.
Yah leave, horsey takes your throne!
*Mumble*
Nothing phased me at this time, and I sighed, not much to do. I stared upwards at the sky, the sun slowly peeking out from the gray blankets of clouds. Luckily, a rainbow appeared, and I had a spare drachma in my pocket. I flicked the coin into the air,
"Hey, Fleecy? I need Poseidon at Olympus."
I image slowly shimmered in front of me, and I saw gods in the background complaining and throwing fits.
"Great gods my ass...." I mumbled. Of course, this god (hah!) my dad's appreciated acknowledgements as he studied me closely.
It was a long, dragged out silent few minutes, even with Aphrodite and Athena brawling in the background between beauty in brains, my dad stared at me, breaking the silence, a I finally said,
"Call everyone to Olympus for a meeting.... I have something...important.... To say."
My father stared at me questionably, then shook it off. He nodded, and slashed a hand through the iris message. For the next thing I knew, I had stood in the very corner of Olympus, and I observed as all the gods quarried with one another. Hades & Demeter....seriously? Cereal!? At least eat some Cocoa Pebbles. GO TEAM COCOA! Eh? Too early? Ok.... Hades, Poseidon, and Zeus, were complaining which was better, D.C. Or Marvel. Hades and Poseidon had sided, and Zeus was saying something humiliating about Marvel. I cleared my throat, and everyone shot me glances. Zeus stared me down, and finally said,
"What have you called this meeting for?!" He thundered/boomed. Badum Ss.
"I have one simple request of you, Lord Zeus."
Everyone eyed me in a suspicious way. Me being formal? Hell naw.
"Oh....anything for the great Perseus Jackson." Sense the sarcasm, people.
"Percy, sir."
"Zeus, to you, kiddo."
"I'm sorry, whaddya say ya big hippie?"
Apollo and Ares cracked up. Poseidon and Hades looked at me worryingly, and Artemis looked as if she was about to explode with laughter, cheeks proofing out-puffed. Afraid of him sending me to Tartarus, he simply asked,
"What's your request, hero?" That last word was dripping with venom.
"Well......you....ermm- ummm......"
"Get on with it child!" Artemis shouted.
I coughed, and finally answered.
"I want you to kill me."
Well, expressions? Priceless. Dionysus, half asleep, was stuttering something about wine, Poseidon looked ill, Hades, well, he always looked ill. I mean, not to be rude or anything, but he's as pale as a ghost! Hah. Badum TSS.
"Excuse me but-"
"I said, I want you to kill me. Oh, and make it quick and painful." Ares, of course, had second thoughts,
"Ye gotta death wish, boy!"
"I know. That's what I've been saying the last four minutes." I lamely responded. This time, Apollo and Hermes were buckled over, accompanied by everyone else except the Big Three, and a clueless Dionysus. My dad stared at me, as pale as sea foam, well, not the orange stuff.
"Do you understand what you just said, Perseus Jackson?" Zeus asked me with an emotion that a I had never heard from him,
"Yes. I want you to kill me. I have nothing else left. My brother would simply die because of my aura, and my girlfriend betrayed me."
All gods exchanged looks. Some looked at me in worry, sadness, and Athena looked like a full out brute about to smash her daughter's head in. Zeus, though....he gave me a look of pity. He sensed that I was being serious, no doubt. Apollo stared at me and shook his head.
"The kid ain't lying..." He trailed off.
I zoned out, while all the gods chattered among each other. That's when I only caught part of Zeus question.
"-rather than dying?"
Me, not knowing what he said, and not wanting to look stupid in front of the gods, I shook my head slowly, and pretended to me contemplating his question. Everyone looked at me, faces lightening up, Ares, heck, he just got more frustrated. Seeing the looks, I simply smiled as well. But, of course, Zeus just had to spoil the fun.
"I name thee, Perseus 'Percy' Jackson, god of foxes, assassins, tides, and creation."
I stared at him, my vision getting blurry.
"Wat?"
I said, everything grew red.
"Wait....wat? WAT!?!?!?"
Well,let's just say that floors don't exactly like me.
Oh yeah. That Hermes boy was named Clinton Ford. Yay. It sounds like Clifford if you say it quick enough.
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Percy Jackson: Gaurdian of The Hunt
FanfictionPercy's dead. Yup. Dead. You ask why? He sufficed to live forever in the hearts of friends, them unknowing that Percy was not only gone, but one of the newest, powerful Olympians. Unfortunately, he can't escape the quests even as a god. He's to stic...
