A/N: So this is kinda like a transition/ filler chapter. The real juicy part will be coming soon. Maybe over 1 to 2 chapters. Probably 2. I just wanted to give you guys a little reward for being awesome and telling me my writing is good. Seriously. My worst subject was English. And I love to read... sigh. Anyways, ENJOY!
Also remember, I own the plotline and all this crap, but I so don't own the main characters created by RR. So yeah...
Disclaimer: Don't own Percy Jackson. Unfortunately I own Jerome. Can I switch?
Zeta POV (Percy)
About a month later. I was tired. Physically mainly from Sam. She kept pushing our time in the gym to 2 hours a day and practice in the arena for 6 hours. I was ready to kill her for that. For some strange reason she thought we were going to get attacked when we went back to Earth. I told her there was nothing that would attack us. Well, except for the monsters that our demi-god scent brought. Yeah, that really never goes away.
Anyways. Sam and I were sparring in the arena. I was just about to claim my second defeat in a row when the door burst open and a messenger came in.
Losing my focus, Sam was able to get under my sword, punch me in the gut and sweep my legs out from under me, landing me on the floor gasping for air. My first thought? OWWWWWW!
"Mr. Zeta!" cried the little boy in shock, "Are you alright?"
I nodded and stood up, still gasping for air, while giving Sam my, 'You are so toast later' look.
She rolled her eyes and looked at the little boy. "Watcha need kid? Punk... I mean Percy and I were in the middle of some very important business. Mainly me kicking his a-"
"Sam! Language!" I exclaimed.
"Sorry." she replied not looking sorry at all. "I'll be over here polishing my sword if you need me."
With that, she walked out of the arena to the storage room that was just off the arena. The storage room houses all our practice dummies that are about three times stronger than the ones at Camp Half- Blood. They are reinforced with steel, can wield a sword almost exactly like a human and some can even breathe fire. We also keep our practice weapons in there like spears, bows, swords, and knifes.
A quick side-note on these weapons. They are typically made out of Chite. This substance found all over Chaos' home planet, uh Chaos (he's really original). It's a kind of silvery, red mineral, so most of the weapons turn out pink. Real intimidating when charging into battle. But in reality the weapons are extremely strong and unbreakable. Some weapons are made out of Celestial Bronze and Imperial Gold. Somehow Chaos was able to combine both substances without blowing up a 50 foot radius around him. Leo tried. The result was a dozen destroyed cabins, some very angry nymphs, and a red-faced Mr. D.
Back to the messenger. I turned around and looked questioningly at him.
He cleared his throat and began. "Mr. Zeta, Lord Chaos required your presence in his war command room in 5 minutes after receiving this message. Failure to do so in the allotted time will result in the suspension of dragon privileges." With this he turned and ran off.
A voice in my head said, "Tick Tock. Tick Tock. Dragons. Revoked."
Oh crap, the dragons. I thought and dashed down the hallways to meet Chaos.
Yay! Another filler chapter done! So I realized that Wattpad is completely different and I'm still poking around on this site. What the heck is a vote?
