Percy Jackson HeadCanons

Scars*

The battle with Gaea was like nothing Percy had ever faced. He saw monsters that he'd only ever dreamed of. He encountered immortal beings that he'd only heard about in legends (And that's saying something considering that Percy's own father was a legend to most people).

But he fought with all he had. He gave everything to the fight and lost himself within it. He paid no attention to injuries. He simply made mental note to check them later and continued fighting. This instinct was buried deep within him; Fight now, heal later. You pause, you die.

The only thing that made him stop fighting was the knife that made contact with his chest. He never saw the blade coming, as several rogue demigods had teamed up on him. Percy was good, but he didn't have eyes in the back of his head.

Percy was mid spin, sword in hand. He had planned on using the spin's momentum to knock his opponent off of their feet. But, as he tried to swivel, the demigod that had snuck up behind him brought his knife down in one fluid motion. Percy's spin caught the Rogue off guard, though, and caused their strike to be sloppy. The knife still hurt nonetheless, and Percy was momentarily dazed.

His two opponents, thinking they'd defeated him, shoved him away from them. His legs hit hard concrete and he flipped backwards. What the rogues didn't know was that they'd pushed him into a saltwater fountain.

New strength surged through Percy's veins and he disabled the men quickly. His chest still hurt, but he ignored the pain. There was still a battle to be won.

Many hours later, after Gaea was defeated and things had settled down, Percy took the time to assess his injuries. The dip in the fountain had healed most of his minor cuts and scrapes, but the gash in his chest still hurt like Hades.

"You're really lucky, Percy," Will Solace said as he stitched the wound closed. Percy nibbled the edge of a piece of ambrosia.

"Yea, I know."

Will shook his head. "I don't think you understand. You were spinning when you got the cut, right? The beginning of the wound is deeper than the rest, and is perfectly positioned over the heart. If you hadn't spun, the Rogue's slice would have been true. You'd be dead."

The scar next to Percy's heart never went away. He didn't know why, as he usually heals completely after having contact with water. But for some reason, this one stuck.

Annabeth loved it. She said it made him look rugged and tough. Percy hated it, though. He could only think of it as a reminder of how weak he'd been. How close he'd been to dying. How he'd almost let his friends down.