The Weird World of Roy (Percy Jackson Fanfic)

The Weasley's Car

ROY

Camp my butt. After about five minutes or so, the hands seemed to have a mind of their own. They pulled the end of Nico's body deeper and deeper into the forest, where the field got further and things got magical. All around me, the trees turned into mossy swamp like ones with hanging vines that swiveled every which way, and in every direction.

The ground was shrouded in vibrant flowers and an equal amount of moss layed on hallows underneath the trees. I was even more amazed at the beauty as I saw the branches of great big willow and oak trees sprout limbs and moved before my eyes.

I smiled as I saw a huge tree with large spindly branches that reminded me of the one in Harry Potter that had almost devoured the Weaslys' car. I stopped in my tracks and looked up at the now starry sky as the hands tugged on Nico, trying to get me to follow them. I could have sworn it was day just a few minutes ago. I glanced around and a feel of panic consumed my heart as I saw every single direction looked exactly the same.

I shook my head regretfully. How could I have let this happen? How could I possibly have trusted a pair of hands made out of liquid?

I finally gave up to the hands and let them pull me along to my unfortunate, slow, and painful death. The air got colder and brought goosebumps upon my skin as we traveled deeper and deeper through the forest. Suddenly we came to a stop, and the hands let go of Nico and came back over to me, nudging my hand and seemingly evaporating into thin air.

My body felt nourished, like my skin was literally vacuuming up the fresh water from the large puddle. After that super-naturalness, my ears tingled and I heard a small crunch in the forest. Panic tensed my insides as I stared into the darkness. I didn't say a word and I wasn't intending to. I absolutely hate it when people in scary movies know their killer was on the phone and their like,

'Hello? Why are you calling me?'

As if killer is gonna respond like 'Oh I'm in the kitchen making a sandwich. You want one?'

But even then, I stood my ground and silently turned around, straining my eyes into the deep blackness until I heard another crunch. I slowly pulled out my sambra and twisted into a 360 again, but all I saw was nothingness.

I almost felt like dropping the sword onto the ground and kicking it far away. It was considerably useless, seeing as I had no idea how to use it and had no training at all. A huge whoosh of air came from behind my head and my eye sight became unbelievably fuzzy. Another throbbing pain struck my head as I realized I was getting knocked out by something or someone. My legs turned to jelly and I saw black dots in my eyesight, matching the color of the shadows. I tumbled onto Nico's stretched out body an slowly drifted into sleep.

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The cage was idiotically made of wooden sticks. If I wasn't so weak right now, I would've been ecscaped. Apparently after I'd gotten knocked out, someone decided to make me a doll instead of a human being, hence why I'm wearing a horribly girly lace white dress and mahogany brown ballet slippers.

The dress had a white materialized fabric under a white lacy fabric that had embroideries in either flower petals and vines. The dress was cut almost to my knee and had a round collar like that dipped in the middle. The sleeves came up to my wrists and there were buttons and ruffles across my chest.

No. Just..... no.

Nico's body stirred beside me, slowly awaking and to be honest, I was exremely relived. I crawled over to him and slapped his face repeatedly. Not hard, but hard enough to get him fully up. After several failled attempts and him shooing me away, telling me to go away, I became agrivatted. I didn't think about him being attractive at all- i just thought about getting him up and running.