The Blood of Olympus Fan fiction

Chapter 3 Percy

Chapter 3

Percy

Annabeth had left his room at the end of Leo and Jason's watch, so he was all alone. He wished she had stayed with him, that would've made the nighmares stop. But she was gone leaving Percy with his wandering mind. He couldnt stand the idea of going back to sleep so he began pacing around his room. Then Percy had herd Hazel scream for help and he had blotted up the stairs  out onto the deck, even though his body was groaning in pain.

He had to make sure that his friends were safe.

 He thought,  even though I just got out of Tartarus I’m sure I can handle a few birds.

Apparently that was the wrong attitude.

As soon as he had used his powers to summon the water dome that had save Hazel and Frank, he felt seixing pain consume his body. The Pain had worked its way from his chest and had spread its way out through his entire body. Soon it had just become too much.The last thing that he remembered before succumbing to the darkness was thinking whats going to happen to the others when the birds come back. What have I done I've failed them. 

Then the dreams started.

He had tried his hardest to go to sleep after his time spent in the pit, but with the memories still fresh  the dreams were bad too. Guilt weighed him down, even in his dreams. How could he have let others sacrafice their lives for him? He felt almost relived by the dreams, he was getting punnished for what he haddnt done, save his frinds.

In his dreams he was plagued with helplessness as he battled Tartarus over and over again. The only diffenence was this time he was alone. Annabeth wasn’t there. No body was there. Well that wasn’t all true the monsters were there and angrier than ever. The mosters seemed to be revitalized with new anger since the doors of death had been closed.

One thing he thought was strange though was, every time he would close his eyes his dreams would always be the same:

He would appear in an newly made arena in the heart of Tartarus .Tartarus himself would stride out  in a human like form, welcomed through the brutal roars of monsters and defeated Titans alike.

 

“Again lets do it one on one” Tartarus would say. The crowd would agree and yell menacing threats to Percy. Throwing rocks and weapons at him. The taunts were brutal when the dreams first started, with Tartarus reminding Percy that Damasen and his friend Bob that were defeated by his hand. 

 

Pojectiles rained from above as monsters chucked anything at him. At the begining he had tried to dodge the objects and bat them away with riptide by that proved to be exhausting. Since he couldn’t dodge all of them he would go into the fight with Tartarus wounded and tired. It was strange. He had thought that once he escaped the pit, that he would get his strength back and things would return back to as normal as things could get. As usual he was wrong.

 

After being abused by the audience for a while Tartarus would strde up to him waiting for Percy to instigate the fight. Due to sacred fighting rules it had to be Percy to challenge the God of The Pit.The two of them would battle until Percy would go down not being able to return the blows inflicted by Tartarus. By this time Percy would be battered beyond repair. Trying to wake himself up, but Gaea would remind him thats not how the game is played child, and he would still be cowering infront of Tartarus. Then after a few victorious shakes of his sword Tartarus would give the final strike and Percy would wake up, clamy and shaking in his bed.

 

However once he was awake though he would get another present from the God of The Pit. Where ever the last blow was Percy would get a deep cut. Percy had learned the hard way not to wear his traditional white cotton t-shirt to bed. Because the blood coming out of the cut would soil the shirt. Coincidentally the cuts would always appear to be hidden under his shirt Ambrosia and Nectar would reduce it to a thin purple line but it would never fully disappear. Reminding him daily of the torture he would face when he goes back to sleep.

. . .

The blackness began swirling and changing into a dream. Soon he found himself face to face with Tartarus again, for what felt like the millionth time.

But this time he found that he wasn’t just going to be Tartarus that he would be battling, a cloaked figure emerged between the two. This hadnt happened yet so it surprised Percy quite a bit. He inched forward  curiously, stoppiing when Tartarus began to speak.

Tartarus announced that instead of battling himself, Percy would battle this masked figure instead. Percy thought I actually have a chance this time.  As if Tartarus could read Percy's mind, slow smile emerged onto the Gods face. Percy wondered who this person was, and why there was a rule change.

As the figure stepped closer its, or rather her hood fell off. Out fell blonde curly hair. It took Percy all of two seconds to figure out what was happening. 

“A-Annabeth?” He asked “why, what are you doing here?” He was still alittle confussed at why she was just staring at him. Her mouth opened and percy thought she would reply. Instead out came a very un-Annabeth-like battle cry.

Wait . . .  battle cry, his mind thought. Slugishly putting together the pieces.

Percy tried to say "No Annabeth, dont" , but all that came out was nothing. He Percy Jackson, savior of Olympus was speechless.

Annabeth didn’t reply to this, she just raised her ivory sword and charged. As soon as her sword came incontact with his body Percy bolted upright in bed. 

Surprise a Cliffy! My first chapter dedication goes out to read_write_sing1808 for their great comments so far. Also another shout out to zueskid15 for their comment! Be the first two people to comment and I will give you a dedication. Yes, I Know I haven’t updated in a while there’s a reason for that; I’ve had the flu. But I’m feeling much better so as thanks from me there might be another update this weekend!