A Demigod and the Multiverse

Hey, I'm Josh

Okay look I'm not Percy, Leo, Jason, or Frank. Those guys don't even know I exist, actually as a matter of fact none of them do. I mean that's the way it has to be... I think, or at least that's what the gods told me anyway. Who am I to argue with them, I mean they raised me for crying out loud. You're probably going "Wait so you were raised by the gods, oof that sounds rough." Well yeah I was and yeah it was kinda rough... sometimes. It's not so bad, at the very least I got to go on cool and epic adventures across the multiverse- That's right I said "multiverse" as in multiple universes. I won't go into too much detail as that would be a book and a half all by itself, and you're here to find out my connection to Percy Jackson and the rest of the 7 that put Gaia down for a little "dirt" nap. Eh, eh, and to think I'd be funny to eh. Granted I'm more likely to swear and curse than Percy, but I can be pretty darn funny when I want to be. I'm always just "Joshing" around. So anyway I guess I was supposed to be a secret from everybody, 'cause every time anybody (except the Olympian council) came up to the council's temple I was always told to hide, but that doesn't explain how I met Percy and the gang now does it.

-Flash Back-

I was sitting at the bar in a country style steak house, Garth Brooks' More Than a Memory was playing on the radio. I had just finished my meal and payed the bill, I had gotten up to leave when some idiot bumped into me, and kept on walking. I turn to the moron and said "You do know it's impolite to bump into somebody and not say 'excuse me' or 'sorry ('bout that),' right?" I was trying to be nice, but that jackass had to go and say "What do you mean, you bumped into me."

Okay let me get this straight, if I'm wrong and I get called out on it or whatever, it's fine I'm cool with it, I'll admit when I'm wrong, but when you know the other person is right and you call them out as wrong anyway.... ugh that really gets my goat real quick.

So now I'm mad and this dumbass is trying to play me for a fool, or weakling, or something, which is just adding fuel to the fire (and here's a little hint... that is not a good idea). Next thing I know I've got the guy in a submission hold and he's screaming like a wimp, and I've yet to put any real pressure on the hold.

I guess his girlfriend had came in and was tried to pull me off. So I released the hold I had on him and got up, all the while she's screaming that I'm some kind of lunatic for attacking her date out of nowhere. Grrr how can people be so oblivious to what's going on around them, it so infuriating. At that point in time my mood went from happy to raging mad in the span of about three to five seconds, I walked out the door and onto a bustling New York sidewalk. Great even more people to deal with. I thought to myself.

And that's when I heard a sound I hated even more than stupid idiots, "MMMMOOOOOAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!" The half moo half roar of (you guessed it) the Minotaur. "Uuugghhh, can this day get any worse? I mean really." In a situation like this there's only one thing for me to do, and that's to pull my hood down over my face so that it hangs over my eyes, suppress my presence, sneak behind the dam thing, and stab it in one of (if not both of) it's lungs  with either one or both of my hidden blades, that are attached to the gauntlets on both of my forearms.

As I'm about to make the fatal blow a (I was guessing at the time) celestial bronze sword came out of the spot the monster's heart should've been, and the Minotaur exploded into golden dust right in my face. Nice, now there's another reason for me to be angry, some idiotic, dumbass just stole my kill.

I quickly got the minotaur dust out of my eyes to see some doofus, with raven-black hair, and I wanna say sea-green eyes looking at me with a look of confusion. "Uhhh... what did you just see?" He asked like he had brains in his head. "Gee, I don't know. I think I saw the fucking Minotaur, that I was about to kill, you idiot. How dare you steal another person's kill like that, huh? What were you raised by barbarians where it's first come first kill? Well, I got news for you buddy, I WAS here first so that should've been my kill, but noooo, you just had to swoop in and take it for yourself. Honestly, where are your manners? I've had it up to here" I gesture to the very top of my head "with rude and inconsiderate people today. If you wanna fight 'big shot', then I've got one right here with your name on it." I was yelling by the time I had reached the end of that, drawing (what I perceived as) way too much attention to myself and the now hopelessly lost person standing in front of me.