NEW GIRL,NEW BLOOD

CHAPTER THREE

PERCY'S POV:

Man,that girl was skilled. A shockwave of pain wracked my body,searing, hot pain 'celestial gold' I moaned Grover ran to my side 'per-cyyy!!!!' He bleated, then I noticed the cave was getting darker, then I realised that my vision was dimming either I was dying or fainting, I hoped it was option B. I heard Grover screaming and bleating a bunch of other things but by then it was too late.

I was in the throne room of the underworld, I shuddered the room was so...so dark and black the only things that showed any light in the throne room was the purple fire coming from the torches in the tall, obsidian pillars 'echidnian Fire' I thought to myself 'how did Hades get blood from the mother-of-all-monsters?' I tried to picture Hades in a 'sexy nurse' Halloween costume taking blood from echidna in a hospital room, but unfortunately, the image wouldn't form in my head.

A cold laughter erupted from the walls of the Throne room 'Percy Jackson, What an honour to sabotage your dreams' the voice was scaly and cold 'pleasure to meet you mr whatzhisface' I snapped back 'would you like my autograph too?' I heard growling 'its Enchiridon! And If anything you should be asking ME for my autograph!' I opened my mouth to say something witty, but I was cut short 'I see you've met my daughter' snarled Enchiridon 'that chick who I met back in the Labrinth? SHE'S you daughter?' There was a pause 'of course she's my daughter you fool! Can't you see the family resemblance?!' I snickered 'I can't see you so I guess we'll never know' there came a roar of outrage 'CAN'T YOU SEE IT?! ISABELLE HAS MY EYES!!!! WHO ELSE HAVE YOU SEEN WITH GOLD EYES?!?!?!?!' I waited until Enchiridon had sounded liked he'd calmed down 'how come I've never headed of you? Your not in Greek mythology' now it was the voice's turn to snicker 'Enchiridon is one of my many formal names...it's also my most ancient' then he heaved a big sigh 'not even my own children know my first name' Realisation swept over me like a typhoon of darkness, I felt winded my throat went dry 'you mean, your daughter, Isabelle...is a daughter of-'