Chapter 2

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                ~Timeskip 7 Years~
     In the Romanov Palace...
"Percy will soon have to go to the Greek  camp for demigods." Said Alexander, the King of Russia.

"You cannot be serious, Percy is too young to have to go to that demigod camp in the U.S." Replied Natalia.

"No, atleast not yet. First he must be trained so that he will bring honor and glory to the Romanov family. I shall pray to the gods of all the pantheons for assistance in training our son in the art of war." declared the King as he walked out of the throne room to pray to the gods.

~Timeskip 7 Years~
Percy is now 14 years old, for the last 5 years Percy had been through hell, barely getting 3 to 5 hours of sleep per night. His tormentors you ask? Horus, the Egyptian god of War and Sif, the Norse goddess of War. (I may be wrong about their domains but whatever it fits in the story :D) Percy eventually found out that he was the grandson of Nepthys and a descendant of Thor, Percy and his mentors believed that Sally's connection to water is what had attracted Poseidon to her. After 5 years, Percy had mastered combat with a sword. As a gift for his progress Sif and Horus gave him Greek styled armor made of celestial silver with imperial gold designs. After Percy finished his training and lessons in strategy and politics, (Duties as a Prince) Percy headed to his room, although room may not be an accurate term to describe it since it was practically a large apartment with its own kitchen and living room. After a quick shower Percy headed to the throne room for a meeting with his parents and a few of his father's diplomats and advisors. As he was nearing the door Percy heard talking coming from inside and instantly recognized the voice of his favorite advisor an friend, his Uncle Viktor Makarov.

~2 Hours Later~
"Then father said I have to go to Camp Half-blood when the negotiations and arrangements of my stay and education in New York are over. Oh and I even have to sign some treaties and agreements too, can you believe it?!" exclaimed the Prince to a chuckling Sif.

"Well I better go pack before mother comes to check on me again." Shuddered Percy, 'you do not want to see an angry queen...' thought Percy especially not after the punishment she gave his father the other day...
As Percy hugged Sif goodbye he failed to notice the deep blush on her face.

~1 Day Later~
As the royal jet touched down on the airport's runway Percy couldn't help but think about the days ahead, he would be going to a new school, meet the President and other boring politicians and sign papers, oh did I mention im dyslexic? Anyways back to the present, there were a dozen Russian soldiers who had been ordered by his father to accompany him to the U.S. and make sure that he is safe at all times, atleast until he entered the demigod camp that is. His head of security Ivan has just informed me that we have landed, throught the window I could see a dozen agents making sure everything was safe. "Well here goes nothing..." murmured Percy.

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