The Lost Archer (Percy Jackson Fanfiction) *ON HOLD*

Camp Half-Blood

(Percy POV)
After the intense pain in my head, I knew that more memories were coming. The first thing I saw was me when I was five years old and Apollo at ten. He was teaching me how to clean my cuts and heal them in case he wasn't around. Arty was nowhere in sight, so I thought she might be hunting.
"Apollo, why are you and Artemis so different?" I asked my brother
"Well Perce, I don't really know. We're supposed to be identical, I mean we're twins but I don't really know" he replied
"But why?" Was I stupid? He just said it
" I mean we're not that different if you think about it. We are literally like the same person physically, except for the hair and her freckles. Other than that, and that she's a girl, there's no difference. I want to do it with a lot of woman, and because we are inmortal I can. But she, I don't know, I think she'll stay a virgin forever." Apollo was thinking very deeply about it, which made me feel bad about my other memories. He was really just misunderstood, he was a great brother from what I could see.

There were many different memories this time, and all of them seemed fun. Last time, the time I saw Arty, it was purely information and little about our childhood. This time, I remembered how mom, Leto, took care of me, how I played pranks with Apollo and when I went hunting with Arty. Those were really good times from what I could see, but sadly, everything good must end. When I came back to reality, I saw all the hunters looking at me as if they wanted to kill me. Well, they did want to kill me. The demigods look really weird at me. Arty was conflicted between helping me stand up or yell at Apollo like always and forget anything happened. I was conflicted between making my move or wait for Apollo to make one. Twenty seconds passed when I finally gave up in Apollo making a move so I decided to make one instead.

"Apo-" I was cut of by my brother hugging me really tightly. He was sobbing, and I was too. He was hot, like me, in both senses. His skin was hot, so wore clothing similar to mine, except he wore jeans and a T-shirt. Still, it was not winter clothes. He was also very handsome, but even at my young (physical) age, you could see I was hotter.

"Arty, look who's back!" Apollo said, very quietly but you could sense he was full of emotion. For the first time in my long life, Arty didn't correct him. She instead rushed to us and gave us a group hug. While in the hug, I didn't care for anything except my family. Because of my father, Zeus, I forgot all about them, spent gods knows how many years wherever I was and two years in the forrest without my memories. Now I had many of them back, and I could finally be in a family. The emotions were so much, that I started sobbing once again. Arty are into her fifteen year old self and gave me a compassionate hug. With her scent and her love, my emotion came back to me and I could control myself. We broke apart to see the others looking at us weirdly, or hate in part of my sister's hunters. "Apollo can you claim him when you get to camp?" Arty asked Apollo in his ear, but loud enough for me to hear. "Of course!" replied Apollo

Before anybody could ask a question, Arty announced loudly "Hunters! I'll be taking my leave now. Remember not to do anything while in camp" With that Arty ran off to the woods, but not without one last look at me.

"Ladies, demigods, satyr, get in the car" As soon as he said that his car transformed into a school bus. The hunters sat all at the back of the bus while the demigods and satyr sat in the front. I sat in the middle of the bus, next to a window. Thinking I was alone, I began drawing in my new made notebook about my childhood. I felt a presence in my side, and when I saw who it was, it was no other than Bianca diAngelo. I must've kept staring at her for a long time cause she suddenly swiped her hand in front of me. That took me of my world and just made me blush. She laughed, and not to be creepy or anything, but it was the most beautiful sound in the world. With each laugh she had, I felt happier than I ever felt in these past two years. Of course, not counting my reunion with my family, but it's still up there.

"Oh, hey. Bianca right?" I asked her. I was focused on making the conversation seem as normal as possible. "Yeah, I never got your name" she replied "Perseus, but you can call me however you want" I said "Then I'm going to call you Percy" she said. When she said this, my heart did summersaults. My crush was going to have a nickname for me! "Okay! I'll call you Bianca. So, do you know how to draw?" I asked her. She nodded with he head "Yeah, but I'm not good at all" she replied. I narrowed my eyes, I knew she was lying "Just try, I'm no artist but something tells me you can. Let me make it interesting, I draw you then you draw me and whoever has the best drawing has the other person as a slave for a day. Deal?" she seemed to think about it "Don't worry, nothing bad is going to happened when your my slave" I told her laughing. She chuckled and said "Yes, alright. You go first" So I went and started drawing her. After seventeen minutes, I had drew her, and even though it was not the best drawing ever, it was no half bad. "Wow, you're really good at this" Bianca said. "I'll bet you better" I told her

Half an hour passed and she had finished my drawing. It was perfect to the last detail, my eyebrows, my hair, my eyes, even my ears. With this drawing, I could easily tell why everybody looked at me when I went to the town/city, I was extremely handsome. Even for a twelve year old. "So I guess you won. Congrats, you have me as a slave for the rest of the day" I said solemnly. I was not sad, but I think my acting skills have really improved. "Don't worry, nothing bad is going to happen to you" Bianca said with an evil smirk. Believe me, when I saw the smirk, I panicked. It was going to be worst than I thought.

"So, how were you able to shoot the bow at the manticore? Why did you hug Apollo? Where are your parents?" She suddenly asked after 2 minutes of silence.

"Well, I made my bow and arrows, and taught myself how to use them. I haven't met my dad and my mother I think is dead." I answered hoping she wouldn't notice I didn't answer her second question. Unfortunately, she did.

"But why did you hug A-" she was cut off by Apollo announcing "Well here we are, Camp Half-Blood"

"I'll tell you later" I told Bianca. I looked at Apollo and he told me telepathically "Don't worry, brothers got each others backs"

Sooooo after like two weeks I finally updated. Not my best chapter sorry, but It'll get better. I promise. Anyways please read it. Share it if you must, but I want to get to the 100 readers, can we do that? Thanks for everything guys.