The Blood of Olympus

Chapter Thirty One: Percy

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Percy (unedited)

Jumping into a burning building wasn’t exactly on Percy’s best-activities list.

Flames licked up onto one side of the building, climbing into the sky, curling and writhing, desperate to consume everything in its path.

Percy approached the building as well as he could while keeping an eye on Piper and, of course, the two dragons fighting high in the air, one of them coincidently Percy’s best friend.

Percy sent one last hesitant glance to where Piper stood defiantly, shouting orders at the police and pointing frantically at panicking tourists.

He turned back to the burning building. Piper would be fine by herself. She was tough-much, much tougher than Percy probably thought.

He ripped off his shirt and wrapped it round his mouth and nose. It wouldn’t help much, but Percy couldn’t think of anything else that could help him.

He dived in the building, instinctively flinching away from the heat slapping him in the face.

He kicked away some wreckage and made his way into a small room. Frantically, he pushed aside furniture, looking for anyone-especially any kids-who might be hidden somewhere.

Percy mentally slapped himself. He wasn’t going to save anyone by slowly moving into one room from the next. He would be wasting time, energy and people’s lives.

But what else could Percy do? It wasn’t as if he had a fire-hydrant and a load of—

Oh, gods. Percy knew that his head was filled with kelp, but sheesh. How could he been so stupid? He didn’t need a fire-hydrant-he was a son of Poseidon, for the god’s sake!

Percy closed his eyes and focused. There was a small fountain in the middle of the plaza, only a few metres away from the building.

He willed for the fountain to explode, and sure enough, Percy heard the shocked screams of mortals as the water curled upwards and splashed over the building.

Percy sighed in relief and made his way out the room and he stepped outside, coughing from the plume of smoke swirling towards the sky, where Frank and the ex-Prince of Pylos were fighting.

Percy glanced to where Piper was before, and was surprised to see her surrounded by the police.

His stomach churned and the hairs on the back of his neck rose for no reason. Percy clenched his fists, feeling a tsunami of memory’s and forgotten emotions crash into him relentlessly.

There was sharp pain on his lip, and he lifted a finger to it, wincing as he withdrew it to see blood. He must have bit his lip too hard.

“Percy!” Piper screamed. Her eyes were filled with panic.

Percy studied the police surrounding the daughter of Aphrodite. He couldn’t see their faces but a small voice in the back of his head convinced him that they were not at all human.