A/N: Hola! It's been ages! Well a week, kinda. It's completely my fault. I've had stuff to do, slight lazyness, Ice Cream to eat, some writers block, and a bad case of icantspellitis. Don't kill me but the ice cream was really good. :) Also, I had to figure out how to write this entire chapter. I suck at writing. It's just a fact.
Disclaimer: Don't own PJO. Sad right?
Reposted from my Fanfiction account I own all of this. (Plotline wise). Contact me through fanfiction if you need to. The link is on my profile.
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Zeta POV (Percy)
It's been 300 years since I've left Earth. Studying under the creator of the universe has been hard. He's taught me a lot, don't get me wrong, but every day I feel like I'm being used as a punching bag. Drills everyday and magic training every other day.
You maybe wondering what magic has to do with anything, but if you're going to be exploding things for the creator of the universe, it comes in handy. Snapping your fingers takes much less time and effort than say, slashing and hacking at him until he/ she dies.
Mainly Sam uses me as a training buddy. Combat before and after breakfast, lunch, and dinner. More it I'm only being trained by Chaos in one area rather than two that day. Sam was my first friend though. I can remember our first meeting and let's just say that it so wasn't love at first sight. (A/N: Nope Sam and Percy are just friends. The phrase 'love at first sight' just seems like something Percy would say.)
Flashback
I walked into the Cafe and got a burger and fries. McDonald's must be popular up here in space too. I looked around, and for the first time I realized how alone I was. I really missed Grover and old Pinecone Face wasn't bad company either. I even missed Annabeth. I know that you're supposed to hate your ex, but somehow I couldn't bring myself to hate her. I also knew that there was no way Annabeth would cheat on me with that ahem lovely person named Jerome; notice the sarcasm.
I just plopped my tray down at a random table, sat down, and started to reflect on my short, miserable life of 17 years.
Gabe yelling at my mom telling her there was no way in *%$# that blue food existed. Mrs. Dodds showing up in the museum and almost turning me into Percykebobs. Annabeth and I battling our way through the Sea of Monsters. Annabeth being kidnapped. Having Annabeth take the knife for me that was aimed at the small of my back. As I was thinking, a voice in the back of my head was telling me that Annabeth was NOT acting like herself in the arena. It was almost like she was... under the influence. WAIT! Not alcohol, more like a potion or something.
I snapped out of my pensive state and realized that the noise in the room dimmed and whispers were braking out. I managed to catch snippets of some of their conversations.
"A newbie at Sams' table."
"I bet she's going to give him heck."
"Ha. After this let's go get ice cream. I'm in the mood for double chocolate chip."
"Maybe she'll go easier on him?'
The guy that said that immediately got slapped on the back of the back of the head and was scolded, "You idiot. Sam's never one to go easy on anyone. I remember the pounding she gave you. You woke up the next morning black and blue. Come to think of it, that's the best you've ever looked."
