Dark-Hair, Sea Eyes

2

"Come on, Ty, we have to go," Percy said, waking his brother up. "Okay Brother," Tyson said, getting out of the creaky old hotel room. They left the hotel room before the sun was up, and the employee behind the desk was half asleep. He had signed in and had signed out as 'Nathan Nickerson', having copied the signature from his file. Thankfully he didn't spell out his name, so the neatness of it didn't matter.

Nathan Nickerson reportedly checking in and checking out of a hotel after rushedly taking money and his mistress found dead. This hotel should probably get some cameras.

Percy stepped outside and Abyss, his dragon, flew up and rested on his shoulder. She let out a frail but sufficient 'squawk', letting Percy know that she did her job. "I'm sorry Abby. He was probably gross, wasn't he?" Percy asked his dragon, who nodded and stuck her tongue out in disgust. "Abby's back!" A sleepy Tyson said happily.

The dragon picked herself off of Percy's shoulder and flew over Tyson's head, making him laugh at her scales as they shimmered.

Percy swiped the air, and employers and jobs popped up on a screen.

Percy scrolled through the jobs, looking for something that interested him. He took Nickerson's job for some quick and easy pay. As the rewards got higher and the jobs more difficult, Percy finally found something he found even remotely interesting.

Employer: Chaos
Reward: A young demigoddess, blonde, gray eyes, 5"7'. One chest load of diamonds, rubies, and gold.
Job: Weaken enemy forces/ kill target
Target: Octavian Augusta

A demigod like him. Maybe she was more aware of what exactly being a 'demigod' entailed. And the jewels and gold weren't too bad either.

Percy accepted the job, and a red dot signaled Percy's location. So this client was rich. He was giving Percy his own chauffeur to where he wanted to meet.

The planet was well over 125 miles away, so Percy didn't expect to be picked up for at least another few hour-- A gleaming gold chariot lit up the night sky, and circled above him. "Pretty!" Tyson said, pointing at it.

The chariot landed soundlessly as it came to a stop. "Chaos transportation." The man driving said, sounding automatic. He was blond, strikingly so, and he faced forward. Percy nodded to Tyson, who got in first before Percy climbed in himself. When everyone got in, the man looked back, revealing blue eyes and long lashes. Percy thought he looked like royalty, one that would wear golden robes and have thousands of servants. Instead, he was a chariot driver, who wore a black uniform.

Surprise flashed across his features as he surveyed the people in his back seat. Recognition passed across his face too, but it was smoothed out by cool indifference.

"We will be arriving at Marcao Palace shortly." He said without moving his mouth, turning around. "He's shiny," Tyson said, rubbing the sleep out of his eye.

The trip to the 'Marcao Palace' was indeed short, and it left little time for conversation which Percy didn't mind. Percy stared blankly into space as the chariot traveled from one planet to the next in mere seconds.

The planet Percy had just left had a clear difference compared to the one Percy was on now. For one, Earth 221 was very similar to other Earths. Percy himself originated on an Earth, though he wasn't sure which one just that it was destroyed and abandoned. He could do jobs very easily, as he looked exactly like a regular citizen. But on this planet, he stuck out like a sore thumb.

The people's appearances weren't all that different, in fact, they looked like they were people of Percy's race, actually, if Percy subtracted the large horns on their heads there's be no difference. But the people were all scarred, their heads down, chains around their ankles. Their scars were designed and carefully etched across their body in different patterns and shapes.