A Thief and a Prince (Inspired by Aladdin)

Trapped!

Whoops, it's been a while...

Sorry I'm so late!

Oh well... let's just get on with the chapter...

Percy's POV

I slowed down, pretending to be tired, so that he could catch up.

"Stop, Thief!"

Finally.

He grabbed me roughly around the waist, holding me tightly.

"You're trapped," He told me.

"I am ten times stronger than you. I could snap your neck in an instant. If you come quietly, I might go easy on you,"

I laughed, a loud and carefree sound, and he seemed taken aback.

"That's where you're wrong,"

"I'm not trapped,"

"You are."

I smiled to myself.

He was in my territory now.

He looked bewildered. For such a huge guy, he was a huge softy inside, or so I'd heard.

I could keep him as my Chinese-Canadian Huge-teddy man.

Getting off track here.

I slipped through his tight hold, swimming away.

He gasped.

I looked back at him to see why he was so shocked, and spotted...my tail.

Great.

I thought I had learnt how to control it, but apparently when I needed it, instinct took over.

Actually, maybe it wasn't a bad thing...

He had stopped swimming, in shock, I suppose, but luckily for him we were in shallow waters now, so he was just standing there.

I swam towards him, flicking him with my tail, which must've sprung him into action, because he immediately gave chase, swimming as fast as he could after me.

I was just toying with him, really, and I think he knew that, but he was too determined to give up.

I led him further into my lagoon, before I suddenly stopped.

Here. Right here.

"Come and get me!" I called out

Foolishly, he continued to swim, spurred on by my taunting.

"Over here!"

That did it for him.

He grunted in frustration and leapt in a desperate attempt to catch me.

Right into my trap.

A net of seaweed fell over his head, and while he struggle to escape it I sprung out of the water and onto land, getting rid of my tail and willing myself dry.

Thankfully my clothes were back, including everything that was in the pockets. It had taken me a while to master that, and I still had no idea where the clothes went when I transformed.

I dug my hand into my pocket, bringing out the small, airtight bottle of sleeping drugs I had stole for my nightmares. Instantaneous sleep, they said.

Let's see how well it works.

Using my hydro-telekinesis, I got a blob of water, chucked in the sleeping powder, and shot it right at his face, hoping some of it would go into his mouth.