(A Percy Jackson Story)
Being betrayed has its flaws. Being betrayed has its upsides. Being betrayed brings unwanted emotions. Being betrayed makes things so much clearer.
But I was never betrayed.
It's odd, really. I was never truly betrayed, and I...
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I don't know how good this'll be. Warning; I might fail epicly. I DO NOT OWN PJO OR HOO. TRIALS OF APOLLO ALSO DOESN'T HAPPEN. WHICH ALSO MEANS THAT ASHLYN IS LIKE ONE. YAY
Percy's POV
Sometimes, I really want to visit the fates and punch them in their faces. I mean, I used to. Then again, that was before my sister threatened to snap her fingers and make my fate change, so I died slowly and painfully. Surprised and completely confused? You have officially entered what my friends call, 'Percy Land.' Nice friends, right?
Okay, getting off track. This all started when I was twelve, and a bat-thing attacked me. Most people thought I was crazy, and I nearly thought that too. Eventually, after a few near death experiences, we got to Camp Half-Blood, a safe place for demigods. Yes, I meant demigods. Greek and Roman--and probably a lot of other gods in different forms--gods exist. Don't act surprised.
Again, I was twelve at that time. A few quests later, we had a war. Oh joy. We won, with a lot of wounded and casualties. I ended up getting a girlfriend, and actually got some wicked, and horrible at the same time, iron skin.
I had four months of peace and happiness, turned to a blissful sleep for around seven months, got amnesia, and decided to have a little visit to Camp Jupiter. I went on yet another quest, with my very nice new friends, Hazel Levesque and Frank Zhang, to the 'Land Beyond the Gods.' In other words, Alaska.
After that catastrophe, we went back, I got my memory back, the rest of the seven in a new prophecy came, blew camp up, we traveled even more, fell into Tartarus, nearly died a couple hundred times, Leo actually died, and we went back to school. Wow. I never realised how stupid and crazy that sounds until you end up writing it down, or saying it aloud. Weird.
I went to school and got bored out of my mind, but played with my little sister Ashlen. She was a sweetheart. She had inherited Paul's salt and pepper hair and Mom's shining blue eyes. She pouted like me, looking like a baby seal.
Okay, off track. So after school ended, which was a week after Annabeth got out, I went back to camp. Now, this son of Ares I will talk about won't come to camp in a life and death situation. Seriously, he just stumbled upon it while running away. He wasn't even chased, which surprised me. And he's sixteen.
When I got to camp, passing over the hill, I met some of my friends. Katie Gardiner was walking across the fields with Pollux and making the plants grow like crazy. Travis and Connor Stoll were walking about together, whistling innocently. That was a bad sign, but I knew not to question it. Clarisse was pulling the new kids to the restroom--I figured I'd have to break that up in a bit--with Chris trying to get her to stop, and failing badly. Grover was walking around with some satyr followers. When he saw me, he looking pleading at me, as if saying please help me. I'm dying of these fangirls.
I just smirked and turned away. I found Annabeth eventually, sitting criss-crossed on her bed, and slapping her Yankee's cap on her leg. I could tell she felt something was wrong, and I couldn't help but agree more.
