#9 -A Percy Jackson fanfic-

Chapter 3

 Just as he wants to strike again, the light of the flames illuminate my face and he falters. His eyes widen and his mouth drops open. “P... Percy?”

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That all I hear before the Greek fire explodes and I lose consciousness.

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“Annabeth, it’s a lost case, he obviously doesn’t remember.”

I feel myself drifting towards consciousness. Where am I? Is the first question to enter my mind.

“Why do you give up so fast? He didn’t say anything to you, did he? Maybe he was about to say: ‘Hi Nico! How are you doing?’”

I open my eyes, only to shut them immediately. The fierce light almost burned my eyes and I get spontaneously a headache.

“He didn’t say anything to me, but I saw it in his eyes, he didn’t recognise me.”

Who are those people? I slowly try to open my eyes a few times. After the sixth time, I’m finally able to hold my eyes open without too much blinking.

“Maybe it was too dark to recognise you! Don’t pretend that you know everything, because you don’t.” It’s clear that the girl is getting angry at the boy.

I look around the room I’m in. I don’t see any people, so the two talking are probably outside. I lie in a simple, white bed. In the room are fifteen more of those. Next to me is a nightstand, with some nectar on it. I take the nectar and take a small sip of it. My headache immediately reduces to only a small throb.

“Okay, fine. Go inside and see if he’s awake, but if I was right, don’t come back to say you’re sorry.” I hear someone walk away, probably the boy.

The door opens and I look at the girl who comes in. She has blonde hair that curls like a princess’ and stormy grey eyes. It’s a pretty sight.

Her eyes widen and she freezes for a moment, then she runs to me and effulges me in a hug. I freeze.

“Oh, Percy, you made me worry so much.”

Percy... haven’t I heard that before? After a few seconds of thinking, the events of last night flow back to me. The mission, the armoury, the Greek fire that didn’t work and that boy who called me ‘Percy’ before I lost consciousness.

I push the girl away from me. She stumbles back and almost falls over. I grab for my sword, but it isn’t there anymore. I look around me, but can’t see it. I look back at the girl and glare at her.

“Where’s my sword?”

She’s on the verge of tears. “Percy... don’t you remember me?”

“Stop calling me ‘Percy’ and give me my sword!”  I almost shout to her. I grab the thing closest to me, a vase with flowers in it, and hold it up. Treating to throw it at her.

She starts crying. “But.. y... you are Percy!” she shouts at me.

Just as I’m about to throw the vase, the door opens and an arrow throws the vase out of my hands. It falls to the ground and shatters. I look up and see the boy of last night with a centaur, who has another arrow his bow, which is pointed at me.

“Step away from Annabeth.” the centaur says. I step away from the girl, hands in the air.

The boy surges forward and puts my hands in Celestial bronze handcuffs behind my back. Then he walks to the girl, Annabeth, who is sitting on one of the beds. She’s still sobbing. He awkwardly puts a hand on her back and rubs it in circles.