Percy Jackson: Ancient Greek Demigod

Chapter 9

AN: Hey guys, thanks so much for the reviews. Many people want Perzoe, so I think this might end up being Perzoe. I still kind of want to include Annabeth in the story, but I'm not sure how I can, maybe as a champion. Also, if I do Perzoe, I still want Zoe to join the hunters. Please let me know your guys' thoughts. Thanks so much, and enjoy!

Recap:

"Relax, I would never touch you on purpose. I'll bring in another bed for myself later."

Zoë was relieved, and nodded wearily before laying down on the bed. As Perseus started to get up and leave the tent, she said, "Thanks Perseus...for everything."

Perseus responded with a smile before exiting the tent.

While Zoë was drifting off to sleep, she couldn't seem to get a certain son of Thetis out of her mind, no matter how hard she tried.

Present:

Zoē shot up, feeling someone sit at the end of her bed. Because she had been sleeping anywhere she could, she had started to sleep lightly and keep one eye open. Sleeping on the bed had been heaven, and she didn't really want to get up. However, as she slowly woke up, she saw Perseus stand up and face her.

He was wearing light Greek style armor. He had a shield and a spear strapped to his back, and his sword sheathed by his hip. He also had an assortment of daggers and knifes strapped and sheathed across his armor and body. He was also wearing a helm with a green plume that matched his eyes.

In his hand was a plate filled to the brim with food. Zoë was confused, and Perseus chuckled at her expression.

"I figured that since you have been on a ship for a little while, you haven't really had much choice in food."

Zoë nodded with an embarrassed look on her face, but took the plate gratefully. Before she could start eating, however, Perseus lightly touched her arm. Zoë's onyx eyes met his sea green ones before Perseus looked away and floated some water out of a nearby cup and onto her arms and face, healing her bruises and cuts across her body.

She was about to thank him when Perseus lightly took her hand, turned it over, and unsheathed one of his daggers and placed it in her hands.

"There are two men outside the tent for the duration of my time in battle. They will not let anyone in without my permission."

Perseus turned to walk out of his tent before he was taken off guard by two slender arms wrapping around his waist. He stopped abruptly as he turned around, seeing Zoë's reddening face as she removed her arms from around his waist.

"I'm...I'm sorry," Zoë stuttered.

Perseus looked at her softly. "Relax Zoë. I'm not offended by a beautiful woman hugging me, even if she is just expressing her thanks. I'll be back by nightfall, and we'll talk then."

Zoë, cheeks getting redder by the second, nodded as Perseus left the tent and got ready for battle alongside his brother and fellow Myrmidons.

LINE BREAK

Perseus and Achilles stood at the front lines, in front of their buzzing soldiers ready for the upcoming battle. An impressive army of Trojans had met their march and were waiting for them across the battlefield. Behind them, archers stood atop the mighty walls of Troy, ready to release arrow after arrow at the invading Greeks.

When the armies were within a few hundred meters, a Trojan envoy, led by Prince Hector, set out to meet a Greek one, which included the two Myrmidon princes along with other leaders of Greece.