The next two days went by slowly for Percy.
The rest of that day, he hung out with Tyson. The next day, all he had was school and meetings. Honestly history class was the worst. It was already hard enough for Percy to do school with his dyslexia and ADHD, but it was even harder considering the fact that he had to remember all those dates.
He managed though, with his pounds of homework, and sword practice, battling, and meetings, plus his new work with the upcoming arranged marriage. He was due to meet the Princess Calypso in around four days, and even though he was not looking forward to getting married to a stranger, he couldn't deny that he was curious to meet her.
It was slow, and days blended in with each other, but it was okay, thanks to Tyson and Hazel. He spent time with them as much as he could, and even did things with his mom. Luke was still searching for his missing neighbor, and he wasn't back yet. He wanted to get to know his dad, but Percy knew that Poseidon was barely free to spend time with any of them.
It hurt to know that one day, Percy would be like that.
In those days, he had fallen into a sort of stupor. Nothing went on. Things were pretty boring. But the next day, finally something had happened.
Percy woke up to someone shaking him. "Percy," It was Hazel. Her voice was frantic. "I think you ought to see this."
Through the hallways, Hazel explained what had happened so early in the morning. The sun was barely even at the horizon. Only a few golden rays shone bright. "The guards found someone at the doors today. He was laying on the floor, and they brought him into the infirmary. The nurses think he was unconscious from lack of food. He's so tiny. And skinny." Percy realized he was guiding him to the infirmary. They finally reached the door. The guard in front, noticing who it was, quickly bowed and opened the door.
Percy rushed in. "Take me to the new boy, ple-" He stifled the please, remembering what had happened when he was eating lunch that day. The last thing he needed was another nurse running away from him.
"Yes, Your Highness," the nurse said, leading him to the bed next to the window. Percy finally saw who it was.
The boy was wearing peasant clothes. He had short blonde hair that was raggedly cut, like it was done with a knife, and he was definitely skinny. Percy realized why the nurses thought it was from lack of food.
"Has he woken up yet?" Percy said. The nurse shook her head. "No. We've decided to force feed him some food. He should be waking up in an hour or so."
Percy nodded, still staring at the boy. It was weird to see someone laying on the bed like that, unconscious. But he thought there was something different about him. He didn't really know, he just thought that something felt weird about him.
Hazel finally convinced Percy to leave. He ate breakfast and attempted to do his homework, but all he could think about was the boy. Where did he come from? What's his story?
Finally, he gave up and went to the infirmary. Hazel was busy, so he quickly went there on his own. "Has he woken up yet?" He hastily asked the nurse. She nodded. "He did, Your Highness."
Percy walked in.
