Saving Percy {Percy Jackson Fanfiction}

Chapter 6- Ivy

A/N: new character guys! I've had writers block and hopefully this will clear it all up

Ivy's POV

The voice of a teenage guy echoes through my head.

I've just recently found out I'm a demigod and my mother kicked me out from all the monsters. I'm currently sleeping in an old, classic, tin trash can.

Demigod dreams are never pleasant, and now I'm experiencing yet another.

"Your not worthless Ivy, I'm Apollo, the god of prophecies and you play a huge place in one"

How can I have a place in a prophecy?

"I'll show you"

The scene shifts from pitch black to a dark cave. A boy appears, he looks about 17. His strait black hair is tousled over his bright green eyes. He has scratches and bruises covering his exposed skin and there's slashes in his clothing.

"This is percy Jackson, he's saved the world more times than you can count on your hand, he was taken, his girlfriend has been with him on all his quests, now she's alone and she can only save him with your help"

How can I save this, percy?

He must have sensed my confusion because he continues.

"Percy is your brother, son of the sea god. He needs you and you'll accompany him on a quest" he pauses "he needs you, him and Annabeth could complete it themselves, but one of them wouldn't live through it, they need you"

He can read my thoughts. I know it.

"Now it's time for you to wake up ivy"

"But...wait!" I shout in my head.

"There's a map in your backpack, follow it" Apollo commands.

My eyes open, the trash can I'm in is being shaked like I'm in a blender, going from side to side. I push the lid up making it pop and after a second, clanking to the ground. I see the arms of a garbage truck lifting my can higher and tilting it, right into the truck.

"Stop!" I screech but it's too late, I'm free falling into the garbage.

Well my life keeps getting better and better!

The trash bags that where under me in the trash can land on top of me. Pushing me deeper into the garbage. The bags are filled with can and bottles, and it weighs more than you would think. The arms move to pick up another, this time it's a dumpster.

I struggle and kick the heavy bag off of me and move, but there's not escaping all the trash from the dumpster.

Bags rain down on me, I can't move anything except my eyelids and mouth. I get tired of trying to get out, it's hopeless. Someone will find me and get me out right?

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I've always wondered what happens to trash after you throw it away, but I don't think this is the right time to learn.

I don't know what happened, all I know is that I was being pushed somewhere in the middle of a wave of trash.

There's a guy chucking all the bags onto one of the three conveyer belts. I wait patiently for him to help me, I don't want to seem like a brat.He finally gets to me, he smiles at me and we make eye contact, suddenly his two eyes become on giant eye.

Cyclopes!

"Found one" his deep, stupid sounding voice echoes around. His eye is pleased like a kid who got ice cream from his grandma for being good.

I get my small dagger out and slice him, turning him to dust.

I get up with my dagger in front of me, ready to slash anyone. Adrenaline courses through me, I no longer feel helpless, I feel the need to be strong and help Annabeth save Percy. I'm doing this, I'm saving Percy.

A/N: this caracter is helping me get over my writers block ^_^ you get the last paragraph? Yeah so I should start updating this regularly really soon.

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