The Weird World of Roy (Percy Jackson Fanfic)

The boy in blue

ROY

The first thing I noticed about him, was his book bag. It was soiled with thick greasy mud and was bound to tear into shreds of material any second now. Honestly, looked as if it'd gone through hell and back- or I suppose, Tartarus. I'm not completely sure where my religion plays in all of this.

The second thing I noticed were his eyes, a bright blue as clear as the summer sky. But I didn't dare move around to any other place.

Is swallowed as his face moved closer to mine. His voice hitched in his throat stiffly as if he hadn't uttered a word in days. "Who are you?"

I shrugged my shoulders as far as they were allowed with his arm a smidge under my neck. All of this would barely be considered comfortable.

"Let me rephrase that." He croaked again his eyes finally looking at mine. "Why are you following me."

I smiled nervously, trying to get out if this one sleekly. "Well shucks. As much as I'm flattered you noticed me in Best Buy, I wouldn't say going into the store besides it would be considered stalking."

He loosened his grip on me a bit. "Do you know how unreasonable you sound right now? I mean seriously."

"Persuasive." He shook his head slowly "So your one of them then. You know, I should kill you right now and here."

My heart sped as panic reached my limbs. 'kill'? Unless kill is a new term for hanging out or playing video games then I was way out of luck.

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*Three days Earlier*

I clanged my blade with Percy's as we moved back and forth in a swaying motion. I recounted the thoughts steps Jason had shown me some weeks before, when I'd thrown my sworn onto the ground.

Right Foot Towards, Crouch And Back, Left Foot Backwards, Turn, Slide, and Pause.

I kept replaying these moves over and over again, hardly even stopping to breathe neverthless sleep. In all honesty, I was more than a bit scared to even close my eyes which had been a problem since I've come to the camp. But regardless, I didn't ever want to see that horrible place until I finnally went or im pretty sure my sanity would evaporate into nothing.

That's how its been the last couple if weeks. If I was going down there, I had to be ready. No if's, and's, or but's. I've seen Tartarus once and if I was going to actually go down there, I needed to be prepared.

I curved my arm and swung as Percy ducked his head. I wasn't sure if I was progressing with my fighting but I knew for sure that I could at least swing on him without getting a dent on my armor. And yes. They did have smaller sizes that day.

After constant rebuttal I decided to actually eat lunch with Percy and rest for the rest of the day. I had yet to meet my other half-brother, Tyson, seeing as he had to go underwater to the 'Cyclopes forts'? I don't know, but I believe that's what Percy said.

As I was pondering about this underwater fort or whatever it was called, I started to think. What's my father look like? When will I meet him? Ive been squandering Percy and his girlfriend with this for days, but I always got the same reply. "I don't know, Squirt. Sooner or later."

And then they'd get me sidetracked because I'd constantly rant about my new nickname. Just because I was a little bit younger than them and smaller, doesn't mean they could get off to calling me Squirt.

As we headed to the mess hall, I calmly stripped off the armor I'd been accustomed to wearing and set it by the table, in dior need of a break. "So, when did you say I could meet this 'Poseidon' again?"