Chaos' Emissionary (Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

The Boy

** Proiectura's POV **

All I could remember was my rapid decent towards a harbour. To be specific, New York Harbour. I don't know how I know this. I just do.

I yelped as I landed into the Ocean, slamming into it at full force as passers-by looked in horror at a young —Male, I think— child who had just fell from the sky.

As my body recovered from the shock, dark tendrils from the depths grasped at my waist as I began to be, yet again, dragged down at full speed.

My resistance was futile as all of my attempts to break free were unsuccessful. One, two hundred feet down — I think. All of a sudden, hundreds of obscured, triangular lights five foot long in diameter radiated my worst feelings. Hate, dispute, fear, dread — all of these shot through my mind, my meaningless existence ended so quickly.

It was then I heard a voice of a teenaged-adolescent who smelt oddly of fragrant seaweed.

"Raise your arm!" The voice demanded.
I was in no position to doubt this person, so I complied.

"Very well." The words slipped off of my tongue. A language I had never learnt but knew fluently flooded to my mind as I spoke. Thousands of deaths flashed before me, most fought on foreign soils with no meaning.

As I grasped the hand above me, I did not slip nor lose grasp as one would in water, but was rather filled with warmth and, for the first time, ascended with ease as this strange man dragged me out of the ocean.

"Hey!? Are you alright?" He asked of me.

"Of COURSE he isn't! He just fell from the sky and landed in the Harbour!" A demanding voice of a female replied.

"No I-I am fine." I replied, emotionless of voice.

I checked myself over, and I appeared to have no injury.

"I owe you my gratitude. Thank you." I suggested.

"It was nothing." They replied unanimously. Both stared at each other and blushed, the male pulling a strange face whilst the female began to chuckle.

"Hey, it's not every day someone falls down from the sky, how was I meant to know?" The boy added uselessly.

"I'm honestly concerned about you. My names Annabeth, by the way. This seaweed-brain here is — "

"Percy. I'm Percy." He decided.

I gazed into his eyes. They reflected the ocean: restless and destructive, yet calming and relaxing at the same time. I decided he must be a deity of the ocean. Perhaps a minor god? A demigod? I knew not how I knew these phrases, yet everything flooded into my mind slowly. His scrawny hair suggested lack of self-care, implying he strives to help others, like he did to me.

The girl had brown hair, neatly groomed, with a grey strike on the side, something both of them shared. She looked as if she knew everything you didn't and would be willing to stop you to save her loved ones and craft a better future. No wonder a pair like this would end up together.

"I-I believe I am Proiectura."

Percy contorted as if this name was of comic to him. I looked back in confusion as Anmabeth nudge him.

"Just give me a second to talk to my boyfriend." She smiled.

As they turned around, I heard them both whisper the word, "Latin". A few second later, they both turned around.

"Follow us to your new home, if you choose it."
She said, slightly perplexed.

"Camp Half-Blood."