Percy Jackson and the Order of the Phoenix (SEQUEL)

Chapter 5: Demigods, Meet the Dursleys

OOF!

Nico, for the split-second falling back in mid-air, flailed his arms uncontrollably. But then his left hand, his right still firmly gripping onto his sword, latched onto the rocky ledge. It was a smooth, sedimentary rock which must've shifted during lengthy years of erosion. It had a slight yellow-tinge to it.

The rock was almost too smooth.

His firm grip wasn't enough to save him. As the seagull squawked, his fingers latched onto the ledge. But because of the abrupt stop from falling at a rapid speed, it wasn't a surprise when his body was jerked to a stop, causing his wrist to make a sickening 'crack,' too weak to hold the entirety of his body weight.

And that momentary realization of pain was enough to cause him to let go.

The bottom of the cliff was covered in the same jagged rocks poking out of the water. The remains of the stalagmite-like shaped rocks almost seemed like teeth, the ocean being the murky, vicious mouth clamping it's jaws as the waves continued to crash together.

But the ledge, even though his left hand was now in excruciating pain, seemed to be enough to prevent the fall from being lethal. And besides, he didn't land in the water anyways.

Nico was thankful for that. His aviator jacket and water did not mix.

Instead, the cliff had actually become less steep, now only 8 feet above the water. Nico, being quite close to the cliff's wall after grabbing onto the ledge, began to tumble on the now-slanted surface.

He stumble-rolled down, the rocks becoming more jagged the more he went. Until the rocky surface was cut off by a deep alcove beneath him. Nico promptly landed on his back.

His heart practically beating out of his chest, adrenaline pumping through his veins, Nico continued to lay flat on his back, attempting to process everything that happened in the last 5 seconds.

'I just fell down a frickin' cliff.'

'Okay... First off, Mrs. O'Leary is gone... and unless I have a Stygian Ice Whistle, I don't think she's coming back'

'Will would probably be freaking out right now...'

'My wrist is either sprained or broken,' he paused, attempting to clench his left hand into a fist. The pain was enough to answer the question, 'Yep, definitely broken... But at least ambrosia can fix it...'

'Thank the gods nobody saw this...'

'Oh... yeah, there's one last thing:

'I've NEVER seen this cave before...'

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Petunia was horrified.

"Diddy, what's the matter? What's the matter, Diddykins?" Petunia had left the window and her hobby of peaking through the curtains, and rushed over to meet them in the hallway.

"Hang on - you haven't been mugged, right son?" Vernon hadn't left his chair, but did give the effort in averting his eyes from the television.

After dropping Dudley on one of the chairs in the living room, her neck craned up towards Harry, and snarled, "What happened!? What did you do!?"

"I-I didn't do anything!  I swear, it wasn't me!"

Hazel sheepishly remained in the hallway. The wooden planks creaked slightly beneath her feet, as she bashfully held her hands behind her back and waited, looking anywhere but ahead. Her toes were barely touching the carpet, the line between the entryway and living quarters of the house.