The Adversary_(A Percy Jackson fanfiction)

|Nineth claw|

"So we reach into the raging chaos, and we pluck some small glittering thing, and we cling to it. We tell ourselves it has meaning, the world is good, we are not evil, and we will all go home in the end."

- Anne Rice

Percy used Anaklumous as a walking stick. 

The sword, shining as a beacon of light in this dark abbys, leads him through the cramp bedroom he used to call home. His room was in place as he left it. The rickety wood flooring, the smudge stain of mud on one of his windows, hardened, the smell of ocean breeze coming in and out from the room.

"It's as if nothing's changed" Percy whispered as he tip toed his way across the mess of things he put on the floor.

His sword was a great help in finding places where his foot should land as he step. He manuvered his way through the basket of laundry he positioned nearing the middle of the room, the books Annabeth gave him to read later across from it, and the few furnitures blocking his way to the door.

As he reached the door, Percy grasped the handle, pushed it down, and were suprised that it wasn't locked in the first place. Usually, in terms of his experience of kidnapping, doors or ways to escape will be sealed. Making his attempts of escaping much harder for him. However, the door easily slid outwards on oiled inges to his force and part open. Leaving him a path to went to.

"Good grief," Percy stepped foot outside and agilely predict the number of steps he needed to go down the stairs. The sudden enlarged noise of creaking and his breath puts his attention on a thin line. Sometimes, he felt he heard voices that wasn't his, making him lift his sword upwards in an opposing stance, having a chance of dislocating his hips everytime he thought the voices emerged from behind him.

"Okay, to my right must be the living room." He hoisted his sword up high, brightening the room he entry.

Percy set his eyes on the carton box of milk one of his half brothers left on the low round coffee table in front of the fireplace. The cartoon figure of a duck, smiling widely with one of it's foot up in the air, and a speech bubble beside it writing the caption: 'Strawberry flavoured, yummy for your tummy quack' was plastered on the front.

His other younger half brother, Chris, advised Levi to throw it away after game night on Friday last week. The problem became a dispute and they agreed to not move the carton box until Levi wil Seeing as it's still here, after he and Chris cleaned up after the game, Levi must've disregard the comment.

Percy focused his attention somewhere else. He craned his head up to the ceiling, lifting his sword, to see the spiderwebs he and his brothers swore to never clean.

'Funny', he thought, 'Of all the children of Poseidon, none of them liked Athena's kids.'

The fact were streghtened when, one time after the war, he'd invited Annabeth over for a sleepover. Its meant to be a full day of relaxing and cuddling on his bed when, unexpectadly, someone sneaks in a spider through the doorway and freak the Hades out of both of them.

Percy bet it was Levi. That nosy troublemaker knows nothing of boundaries.

"This is very creepy," he dragged his vision downwards, depicturing the space around him. It's quite disturbing how simillar the place was compared to his own cabin.  

The position of the sofa around the round coffee table, the pictures on top of the fireplace's handle, the burned out stack of firewood, even the small indentation on the rug just as he left it.