Unsuspecting Mage::Percy Jackson

by confusion-123

In Giant war Annabeth dies living Percy with hopelessness, Another deity from different world calls upon his help through Dream as Percy is looking for distraction from his Grief, He Embarks upon another adventure whisked unexpectedly to a world where he can work with magic, all the while searching for the meaning behind why he was brought here and what he must do.

1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer:: I don't own anything, all credit goes to Rick riordan and Brian S pratt

Unsuspecting mage: Percy Jackson

Percy slowly walked through the night, the cold wind teasing his hair as it blew through ship. He took a deep breath as he raised his hand to knock on the Annabeth's cabin's door, the breath visible as he released it. He knocked and took a step back, looking around at the various stars while he waited for a child of Athena to answer.

The door opened and Percy smiled when he saw that it was Annabeth, who he drew into a hug. She hugged him back, but whispered in his ear, "What could possibly be so important that you come to my cabin and wake me up at two in the morning?"

"The most important thing in the world," he said seriously, grabbing her hand and leading her back to the Stables where they had .

Once inside, Percy shut the door and faced her where she was sitting on his bed. He swallowed hard. "Alright Annabeth," he said. "This is when it all goes down. It's going to be a hard battle. People will die. I might die."

"You're not dying on me, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth said. "Remember? Never separated again.

And after we get home…"

Percy interjected. " You know it's true. Hell, you might even die. It's part of being a demigod. So before we go into battle tomorrow, I have to tell you." He took a deep breath and released it slowly, releasing all of his tension. Then he smiled at her and Bent on a knee Just a simple gray ring with a sapphire with a gray owl-shaped pearl carved into the jewel. I could see the shock on her face as I drew the box out of my pocket. I popped it open said, "Annabeth Chase, oh beautiful daughter of Athena, I am completely and utterly in love with you."

she opened her mouth shocked, "p-p-Percy?."

Seeing the hesitation in her eyes killed him right there so he started to stammer, She probably thinks I'm a creep. Avoiding her shocked gazed which turned into full of love in a few seconds and crashed her lips onto him, they were so lost into the kiss they didn't stop until they badly needed air,

"Yes! Absolutely YES!" She shrieked excitedly

Percy gave her a broad smile and walked up to her, offering her his hand. She took it and smiled up at him as he gently stroked her knuckles with his thumb.

Percy grinned and kissed her harder, coaxing her lips open so he could explore her mouth with his tongue. But he stopped when he felt water on his cheeks, his eyes opening to see that she was crying, her shoulders quietly heaving with each concealed sob. Percy lingered as he pulled away, her eyes opening as she took shaky breaths.

"What's wrong?" Percy whispered, gently wiping the tears off her face, which was only a few inches away from his own.

She took a deep, shuddering breath and said, "I don't want to lose you tomorrow." Percy grinned, stroking her soft cheek with the back of his hand. "Then I'll have to make sure I don't die, won't I?"

"You can't promise that, though," she whispered sadly. "You're right," Percy said with conviction. "I can't promise what's going to happen tomorrow. I can't even promise what's going to happen twenty seconds from now. So why worry about it?" he said, brushing his nose against hers softly, making her eyes flutter closed. "Whatever the fates have planned for me is what's going to happen," he said. "So be happy now, while we know we still can."

Percy smiled lovingly down at her and pushed a stray curl out of her face, deciding she was right. "I love you so much," he replied, leaning down to kiss her, his hands making their way to the hem of her shirt.

And suddenly he woke up to find he was dreaming about the last night spent with annabeth before he lost her to Gaea, It still haunts him even if 3 months had passed on. They had won the war with fewer casualties, Gaea was put back into her deep slumber & giants were defeated with the help of gods

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Percy's POV (Flashback)

Dad and me had just defeated Polybotes, I felt way too weak, blood was leaking out of my mouth, and I couldn't move even if my life depended on it. I barely raised my head and I saw Porphyrion limping towards me spear raised. I thought Zeus and Jason were up with Porphyrion , I tried to move but I was at my limit I heard Annabeth scream my name. I managed to rise, but I almost immediately staggered back and I almost used Riptide as a crutch. I was looking straight at Porphyrion, or more specifically, his spear tip. He laughed, and said some worthless things, and I could only watch in horror as he summoned a massive ball of lightning that would have made Zeus jealous. When he was about to throw it, I closed my eyes, and braced myself for impact. And I did get hit. Just not on my front, but my side. That something slammed into me with so much force that I was ripped free of the hand. As I went flying, I opened my eyes to see what hit me, and saw a mass of Curly blond hair, and Swirling grey eyes. It was Annabeth Chase my love, Saving my life Again Just like from last Olympian taking knife for me.

Third person POV

The sound of the piercing spear was enough to freeze Percy. He turned around and ran with his full speed yelling "Annabeth" who was falling slowly and getting electrocuted to the ground, blood pouring out of her wound. for few minutes everything stopped in the battleground, He held her in his arms. He was in shock and filled with worry."Annabeth, Annabeth" He called her name, he looked up and found the goddess of the moon who had a sad expression on her face "Please do something" he begged her but he knew that there was nothing she could do. Thalia was completely in shock and could not move. The heroes from the War, witnessed what had happened and were all in shock.

"Percy" Annabeth's voice was very low as she tried to get her seaweed brain's attention. She knew that she did not have much time. The spear had pierced her heart and it was poisoned. No magic could save her, not even the Apollo had the magic to heal her. She once again called Percy but he was too busy trying to have the others help that Annabeth at last resolved to call him by his nickname she had given him. Amidst all the pain she was feeling she pulled the strength and with all her energy called "seaweed brain" this got Percy's attention. "Don't worry wise girl we will have you cured in no time just stay strong and stay with me." Percy's eyes were now filled with tears, he knew that there was no hope Annabeth was dying. "Promise me Percy" Annabeth was still in pain she could feel the loss of blood, she could feel the poison spread through her body and her vision was getting blur. "Anything wise, girl anything" that was all Percy could manage, he had to keep strong he told himself. Annabeth now was using the last of her energy. "Promise me not to waste over me." "Annabeth!" that was all Percy could say. "Annabeth, I love you, I love my wise girl. Please don't say such a thing." Annabeth tried to smile but the physical pain was nothing when compared to the pain she was feeling. When Thalia had told her that Percy was visited by the goddess of love herself Annabeth knew that their love story was to be a tragedy. "You promised seaweed brain, I want you to keep that promise." She coughed blood; Percy tried relieve her of her pain but could not find a way to do so. He just said with still in tears "I love you wise girl." This time Annabeth smiled "I love you seaweed brain." With that she went limp; the live in her was no more. Everyone who was shocked was now struck with grief. Percy cried out "Annabeth, Annabeth" he shook her hoping she would just get up and say boo and call him a seaweed brain for thinking she would give him up so easily. Grief was now getting a deeper hold of Percy. He had been badly wounded when fighting the Minotaur, he had felt pain when he had lifted the sky, had felt pain when lava was poured on him and he had felt like getting dissolved and losing his identity in the Styx, but each time there was his wise girl to bring him back. She was always there to guide him physically or as an illusion but she was always there. Today as he was feeling the pain of grief there was no wise girl to comfort him there he was completely defeated. The pain was unbearable, he wanted to die he did not want to live in the world where there was no wise girl to laugh at his stupidity, to feel proud of his bravery and to care for him when he was ill. The one who loved him and he loved back was no more. Slowly Percy's vision started blurred, He stood, his anger growing hotter in his gut. The glint in the Percy's eye was 100 times More Angrier than at Akhyls(Death mist)faced in Tartarus, He was literally emanating pure terror aura even small fear crept into Poryphiron eyes slightly, tried to suppress the urge to flee, His rage took over Percy and everything was blur for Him, battle was so horribly Incomprehensible for a mere sight, The Torture was so horrible even Hades felt sympathy for Poryphiron, Later on Poryphiron was the first ever giant to fade from this realm to Void, Everything was blur to Percy, This Enraged Gaea to Awake from her slumber and her first victim was Leo as he was the closest to Gaea, Hephaestus seeing his on fall was literally on fire Gaea in her slurry voice promised the pain to Percy & slow death but Percy was already Exhausted from his rage and fell unconscious he was Caught by Artemis and was safely Transported to Hestia to Olympus, But Poseidon's rage quenched the whole Greece, Storm binger Tagged with Vulcan in his Roman form(To storm or fire the world must fall.)fought Gaea, whole sea thrashed Greece and that was the downfall of Gaea back to her slumber, Zeus and others fought all other Giant's & Gaeta's minions and then later they flashed heroes from the battle, threat was Eliminated for now, Poseidon took his son for Apollo's immediate attention.

Third person's POV

Poseidon sat on his throne in his underwater palace. All the water inside had been made to go out and the room was filled with air to the benefit of others who had come there. It had been two weeks after the fight in Greece. Annabeth Chase was dead. Percy Jackson who had blacked out was in coma. No matter what the gods and healers did, Percy won't wake up. Those who were concerned about Percy had gathered at Poseidon's palace to discuss the matter. Apollo, Hermes, Hestia, Hephaestus, Artemis, Iris and to everyone's surprise Hades and Dionysus were present.

Apollo spoke "well everyone knows why we are here. No matter what we have done we had fail epically in restoring Percy back to health. He still internally is mourning over the girl's death. He sees it as his own fault that she is dead…"

A month later...

Athena

After the final battle with Gaea and her leftover Giants Gaea was once again defeated this time we hope she sleeps for a long time, Still Percy's condition was no better he was still mourning internally in coma, we hadn't burned the shroud of Annabeth hoping for Percy's better condition, So that he could get her to say his final good bye to her, even though I disapproved her relationship with that Sea spawn she loved him the least I can do is at least accept him as her beloved, but there was no improvement yet and we had to give Annabeth Heroes funeral which she more than deserved, After we burned my daughters shroud, I teleported to Olympus. I walked through the doors that led to the throne room. As soon as I did the gods stopped talking and they averted their eyes to me. Everyone had a look of sadness and sympathy, even Poseidon my eternal foe. I walked over to my throne and sat down while everyone's eyes stalked my every movement. There was silence then finally "Athena, Apollo told us the news.

I was angry with myself the way I had been acting towards my daughter lately, I was blinded by my pride so much I had disowned her and taken her gifts away and burdened her with my revenge towards Romans and to find my pantheon which was guarded by my Arch-enemy Archnae, we were visiting Percy in Apollo's temple

I was saddened by watching him, she was so happy with Percy before he was kidnapped suddenly he opened his eyes panicking to see me watching him, first thing he asked me was where's Annabeth? I couldn't answer the question but my eyes gave it all away, suddenly there was beeping sound from heart monitor beside, just had to avert my eyes to see grief so much in his eyes few seconds later we see he's clutching his Chest trying to slow down his heart I believe but he couldn't. He looked at his father, I saw his lips moving but we couldn't hear anything. All we heard was Beeping from heart monitor really loud and fast. Then I felt water on my face and realized tears was coming down on their own. Then suddenly his breathing stopped. Everything around me started to turn black. I felt like I was falling. And when my eyes were almost fully closed I heard a tiny voice yell "he is having a heart attack." I lost my consciousness

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Present

Third person POV

Percy wanted nothing but die in his own Grief, but annabeth's last wish was to for him move on not waste his life Grieving her, least he could was fulfil her last wish, he was determined now although wherever he went there were so many memories of him and Annabeth, Hades had assured him that she had received Elysium , He needed distraction wherever he went there were her memories with him, It felt like he no sooner fell asleep

Again. He had lost count how many times his dreams had brought him here. But unlike the first time he was neither hurt, nor could he ever find an exit. He had tried. He had walked endlessly through the darkness, never reaching an end. It was depressing. And then there was that voice. This voice that told him things. Instructing him to drop by at:

1616 Commercial Ave

Room 2334

Haveston, CA

But it was odd. The voice was comforting just like Hestia, But to this day Percy had no idea who this mysterious Immortal was. And now his dreams had brought him to this place again. "The time is near, Perseus." The voice replied cryptically. Percy looked confused. "What do you mean?" "You have learned a lot and become stronger through your training. But you have yet to face the true challenges that lie ahead of you. Your destiny is awaiting you." "Then let's go." Percy said confidently. He had heard about this supposed destiny so often he was sick and tired of it. He wanted to find out what his destiny really is, but the voice never told him more than riddles.

… was that gold? Yes and it seemed to be…glowing. That was strange but that wasn't even the most terrifying bit, No and the fact that there seemed to be millions or even billions of threads of rope in the cave was also not even the least bit strangest. It was the man mountain that stood in front of me that looked like he could quite possibly lift Olympus with just one hand, it was unnerving to see all those muscles on him but for some reason it didn't make the man look ugly, quite the opposite really, the person in front him had blonde hair that reached his shoulders and with startling storm cloud iris's that seemed to swirl in circles and where the white in his eyes should have been it was a glowing yellow colour that seemed to have electricity running through it he was wearing armour but it just wasn't… Greek. He woke as usual fully drenched with sweat, he had decided to check out what the dream was about, Next day Percy informs Chiron about the dream, Even Chiron hasn't any clue about his dream. So me and Nico drive with Argus towards our destination

Once they board with Argus and take the last leg to Commercial Ave. Had Percy been alone, he would have stayed on With Argus. But since Nico is there, he pulls the cord when a tall building bearing the numbers 1616 comes into view.

The Argus pulls ride to the curb at the next stop half a block away. Butterflies were congregating in Percy' middle as he steps to the sidewalk and turns toward 1616 Commercial.

Nico slaps him on the shoulder. "Come on. It won't be that bad." Percy gives him a half-hearted grin and nods. The butterflies in his stomach were turning into vampiric bats.

Passing through the front door, they cross the lobby en route to the elevators and Nico presses the UP button. While they wait, Nico notices Percy looking at the building's list of businesses. When he moves to join his friend, Percy glances at him, "There's no listing for 2334."

Nico shrugs and says, "Maybe they just moved in and haven't had time to get the sign adjusted." "You're probably right. Or maybe they don't want to advertise who they are.

Shrugging, Percy just smiles.
Ding!

The elevator door opens and they enter along with several others. Percy presses the button for the 23rd floor. It takes a few minutes before they arrive as the elevator makes several stops to allow people on and off. By the time they reach the 23rd floor, they are the only ones remaining. Another Ding! and the door opens. Stepping out, they turn down the hallway to their right and come to the door marked 2334.

Percy pauses at the door. He turns to Nico. "Should I knock or what?"
"Naw, just go on in."

Marshalling his courage, Percy opens the door and enters. Nico follows right behind. The room is empty except for several chairs and two end tables, each boasting a neat pile of magazines and a couple books. Across the room a door stands closed; it bears a sign saying Private in bold letters.

"I guess we should sit down and wait." Nico glances at the door. "How are they going to know that we are here?"
"There's probably an alarm on the door. Someone will most likely be out in a minute."

Looking through the material on a nearby table, Percy fails to find anything of interest, so he crosses the room to the table next to the door marked Private. Lying atop the other reading material sits a small brown book with a peculiar design inscribed in gold leaf upon the cover. Intrigued, he picks up the book but quickly reflexively lets it go when the contact results in a shock of static electricity.

The book hits the edge of the table and tumbles to the floor where it lands on its edge, a piece of paper slips out. The paper is folded in half. When he picks it up and opens it, discovers a brief message. "Welcome and thank you for coming. Glad you found the book.

If you could read the first page and then walk through the door, we can begin the Quest. If you brought anything with you, please feel free to bring it along."

Percy picks up the book and looks at it with increased interest. He turns to Nico and shows him the book and letter. "Look at this." When Nico joins him, he hands him the letter. While Nico reads,
Percy says, "That's a dumb way to start a Quest. What if I had never found the piece of paper? I could've been sitting out here for a long time!"

Nico looks up from the letter and shrugs. "You're right. Gods and there mysterious & eccentric ways . Maybe in his mind this is some kind of test."
Nodding agreement, Percy sits in one of the chairs and opens the book to the first page.

Underlying Principles of Magic

The practice of magic is quite simple and basic. Magic is the

process by which an individual taps into the reservoir of strength, or

power within himself, and manifests it into changes of the world

around him. Each individual contains the ability to manipulate this

power. Some have the ability to do very little while others can

literally bring down mountains.

Looking up from the book, Percy turns to his friend. "Unless I am mistaken, this book is going to explain the workings of a magic system. Not Hectate's type, but more along the lines of Merlin or Gandalf. It's talking about using the power within you to manipulate the world around you."

"Weird. This guy must be a nut," Nico jokes.

"Yeah, but character or not, a Quest's a quest." Turning back to the book, Percy finishes the first page quickly. Closing the book, he climbs to his feet and the vampiric bats return in full measure. He glances to the door marked Private and almost fails to go through with this as he's never been one to initiate contact with anybody.

Sighing, he turns to his friend. "Wish me luck."

"Luck!" replies Nico, giving his friend an encouraging thumbs up.

Slinging his backpack over his shoulder he gathers his courage, tucks the book under his arm and heads for the door. Pausing momentarily, he takes a few deep, soothing breaths to calm his nerves, then opens the door and steps through.

The crunch of dried leaves beneath his foot, coupled with the scene before him brings him to a stunned, and sudden stop.

A meadow nestled within a forest of trees stretches out before him. Birdsong fills the air and the wafting of a gentle breeze only adds to the impossible scene. Off to his right warbles a babbling brook that cuts its way through the heart of this pastoral scene.

He remains rooted in dumbfounded shock as his brain tries to make sense of what he's seeing. Turning around to ask Nico if he's hallucinating or what, he receives another shock upon discovering that instead of the doorway he had just passed through, a stand of trees rise majestically to the sky not ten feet away.

Did I just cross over into the Twilight Zone?

he rubs his eyes once again, then unable to believe what his own eyes are telling him, then again Greek myth's shouldn't be real either and then looks around the clearing again as he works to make

sense of it. Trees swaying in the gentle breeze; birds soaring against the backdrop of blue sky above; and the soft trickling melody of the stream as it makes its way across the meadow to disappear within the trees on the far side give this place a surreal feel.

Movement out of the corner of his eye draws his attention to the far side of the stream near a fallen log at the edge of the forest. What he sees nearly convinces him that he's lost his mind. For sitting atop the log is a strange little creature; about four and a half feet in height with skin a dark-greenish colour. Wearing a blue vest and a crazy felt hat, it looks out of place in such a surreal scene as this. Intelligence

peers out from behind eyes of yellow and they're looking right at Percy.

I'm having a hallucination. This can't be real!

Unsure what to do, he walks through the grass of the meadow toward the creature. He pauses at the stream in wary apprehension when he sees the creature hop off the log and get to its feet. When no hostile action is forthcoming, he leaps across the water and walks the few remaining feet until he's standing before the creature. Staring into those yellow eyes nearly unnerves Percy completely. Somehow,

he summons the courage to say, "Hello."

To his utter astonishment the creature replies with a coherent

"Hello."

Percy' eyes widen in surprise this shouldn't had surprised him as he has seen many weirder things in his life it's just after such a long time. "You can talk?"

Putting hands on hips, the creature's expression transforms into one that could only be considered sour. "Of course I can talk. Any intelligent creature can talk. But not many have anything worthwhile to say."

Before Percy can get out his next question, the creature says,

"Where am I? Was that to be your next question? You're not where you started out, boy. My master has set me here to get you started and that is all I intend to do. I am not here to hold your hand or wet-nurse you, do you understand?" The creature gives him an intent look as it waits for a response.

Nodding his head, Percy gives a weak, "I think so."

"Good. Now listen up and listen well, for I am here to tell you some things and I will only tell you once."

"First of all, magic works here. Read the book you have in your hand. It will help you get a handle on it. Your survival may well depend on it. Scratch that. Your survival will depend on it."

"Secondly, Gimme your sword, Percy uncaps the pen gives him the sword. He chants incantations in weird language he has never heard of, There was a bright flash of light This is for your Defence, even against mortals I observed that riptide was covered with strange metal now transparent metal, This will keep you alive, see you through the end that is.

"Lastly, get your sorry butt to the village of Trendle."

With that, the creature leaps backward into the air, and with afaint popping noise, disappears.
Percy ol' boy, he thinks to himself. You're screwed!

Chapter 2

His mind whirls in an attempt to come to grips with the enormity of the situation. There has to be a rational explanation!The forest surrounding the meadow appears like any forest that might exist back on Camp; pine trees, birds singing in the distance, insects buzzing here and there; normality. Nothing strange, except for the little detail that there is no way he could have arrived at such a place by stepping through a door.

The Dream said "travelling". Well, I have travelled.

Thinking of the little creature he had just encountered, Percy can see the logic in that as well. Such a background might enable a person to more willingly accept these odd occurrences. Provided of course, that all this is real.
Okay, let's take this one step at a time. What actually happened to you? You were on the 23rd floor of an office building, stepped through a door and then you find yourself in the middle of this meadow talking with an odd looking little creature. Have you lost your mind?

After taking a quick mental check, he decides insanity is not the culprit. But could an insane person tell? No odd thoughts or urges run through his mind. No hallucinations, unless this meadow and that creature could be considered as such.

Reaching down, he runs his fingers across the grass. Feels normal. He again takes in his surroundings. Everything looks and feels quite real. So, if this is real, then what happened? A breeze ruffles his hair which only adds to the sense that all this is real.

Closing his eyes he takes a deep breath, holds it for a second, then slowly exhales. Opening them again, he finds the meadow unchanged. He didn't really expect that to change things, but it's what everyone does who gets into these sorts of situations.

I'm not in the Twilight Zone. I don't see Rod Sterling over to the side talking to the viewers. At this point, he would hardly be surprised if he did. Then if this place is not a hallucination, it has to be real!

Holding up the book acquired in the waiting room, he takes a much more interested look at it than he did before. An odd design is embossed on the cover, and the book holds not very many pages.

Think, Percy, think! Let's for the moment consider the possibility that all this is in fact real. What now? You were brought here for some reason; that goes without saying. Why else would that little creature have been "set" here to deliver the message? Could this be for your benefit? Probably; it never is with the Gods.

Since I was brought here and told to bring it with me, then it stands to reason that I should be able to gain some benefit by the information contained within. Why else would they have bothered? And who exactly are "they?" Realizing some questions are going to have to wait, he opens the book and rereads the first couple paragraphs. Two sentences grab his attention:

Rhyme and meter are the most effective forms of spell construction.

Maintain a visualization of the effect you wish to produce.

Sounds easy enough. What the heck, let's give it a try. Best to keep it simple. He spies a small stick lying on the ground.

Concentrating, he creates a visualization of the stick rising off the ground. Now for the words…

Little stick that I have found,

Float three feet off the ground.

Mimicking the action of a dozen different wizards from literature and film, he raises his hand toward the stick and speaks the incantation. With the utterance of the first word, an odd sensation grows deep within his body. Sort of like water rising behind a dam.

The growing pressure is not an entirely unpleasant feeling. The utterance of each word causes the pressure to build. As soon as the last word is spoken, the dam breaks and the power surges forth. He can almost see the magic flowing from him to the stick, though it's probably just his imagination.

The stick slowly rises from the ground. It reaches nearly a foot in the air before he becomes so excited at the effect he has wrought that his concentration breaks and the stick falls back to the ground with a clatter.

I DID IT!

Percy ol' boy, you are one amazing wizard! Cavorting around with jubilation, he races over and examines the stick which just a moment before had been floating in the air. He hesitantly reaches out and touches it. Seeming normal, he picks it up and examines the wood more closely but doesn't see anything out of the ordinary.

Feeling a little cocky, he formulates another set of words, visualizes the effect he desires, then tosses the stick into the air yelling,

Stick who once on the ground did lie,

Stay your course there in the sky!

His verse wouldn't win any poetry contests; but then, at the moment he's more into functionality than artistry. This time he is determined to maintain the visualization. With the utterance of the last word, the power once again surges forth. The stick's flight

Through the air comes to a sudden halt six feet above the ground. As it floats motionless in the air, Percy controls his excitement so as to maintain the visualization and not disrupt the spell.

He comes to the stick and grins while walking around where it hovers in mid-air. Moving his hand over and under the stick, such as what a magician might do to prove to his audience the absence of supporting wires, he encounters nothing. He then reaches out and places his index finger upon its wooden surface. The stick moves the barest of a fraction, but otherwise maintains its position. Placing his hand under the stick, he ceases concentrating upon his desire for the stick to remain motionless in the air and it drops into his hand.

"Yes!"

Quite pleased, he smiles at his success. I could get to like this. Reaching into his backpack he removes one of the candy bars he had brought along and munches on it while contemplating his next course of action. Savour it while you can. No telling how long it will be before you can get another. Then the reality of his situation sinks in. What am I going to do for food? Shelter? Toilet Paper? The thought of using leaves doesn't bother him half as much as it had before that one camping trip with his friends in camp oh! So long ago. He smiles wistfully at the memory.

Realizing that leaning against the log isn't going to improve his situation; he finishes the candy bar then takes a really good look around the clearing to determine by which direction he should leave the meadow. Other than the stream, there was naught but trees and more trees. Each direction looked as densely forested as another.

By the position of the sun, it is a little after midday. This kind of surprises him as it had only been mid-morning when he departed the Argus ride on Commercial Avenue. Maybe time works differently here?

One of the things that little creature had said was "to get your sorry butt to the village of Trendle", wherever that may be. The forest looks unforgiving, lacking even the most rudimentary type of path. He'll have to forge his way through a tangle of underbrush when he leaves.

Trendle. It would've been more helpful if he would have at least told me which way to go! Sighing, he pulls a quarter out of his pocket, Heads- North or South, Tails- East or West. Flipping the coin in the air he lets chance be his guide. He grabs the quarter on its descent, flips it on the back of his hand and looks, Tails. East or west

Then. Taking the coin one more time he tosses it up into the air. Heads- East Tails-West. This time he allows the quarter to fall to the ground and come to rest. Tails. West it is.

Determining where West lies by the position of the sun, he shoulders his backpack. A touch of excitement mingles with his fear and apprehension. Sure, he had no clue where he was or even if he would ever find his way home. But beneath such a beautiful blue sky on a warm summer day, things didn't seem quite so bad. He had

Worked magic hadn't he?

En route across the meadow to the forest's edge, he spies a sturdy branch lying upon the ground. After removing the smaller twigs and branches, he soon holds a stout walking stick. Turning back to the forest, he pauses upon reaching the edge. His excitement dims as he stands there about to enter an unknown world. What lies

beyond these trees? What secrets may be hidden within? Beneficial

ones? Or those Monster? Taking a deep breath, he pushes a tangle of undergrowth out of the way and enters the forest. Using the walking stick to aid in clearing a path, he forges through the underbrush lining the edge of the clearing only to find more beyond. Percy had always liked being in the woods, even ones as overgrown as this. Time spent in the outdoors had always brought him a peace that could never be found in a city or around other people.

An hour into the forest, a growl from his stomach reminds him that his last meal had been some time ago. Within his backpack still remained a single candy bar. But not wanting to consume the last of his food, he sighs and leaves it where it is, much to the loud protest of his stomach.

Time passes as he continues making his way through the forest. The sun gradually makes its descent toward the horizon. The shadows begin growing long. In the deepening gloom, his imagination turns the surroundings into a veritable host of frightful beasts. Every sound makes him jump, every shadow contains a

monster. After the sixth murderous beast bent on his destruction turns out to be an old stump overgrown by a bush, he figures it to be time to find a place to hole up for the night.

But there was no place. All about him was nothing but trees and more trees. Sleeping upon the ground held little interest as he didn't want to be awakened by a hungry carnivore. He turns his attention to the upper boughs and locates a sturdy one forming a crook with the truck that has accessible lower branches. Climbing never having been one of his strengths, it takes several attempts before making it off the ground. He reaches the limb chosen to be where he will spend his first night upon this world and settles down in the crook. Leaning his back against the tree trunk, he tries and fails miserably to get comfortable.

The forest descends into a place of haunting shadows and mysterious noises as the night gradually deepens into darkness. Hungry, scared and exhausted, he clings to the tree. His body hurts from hundreds of scratches received from pushing through obstinate bushes all afternoon. The throbbing from his feet and ankles lends another level to his misery. Shifting around as best he can, he simply can't find any position that is comfortable. It's not long before his bottom begins to hurt then grow numb, forcing him to continue moving about in a fruitless attempt to alleviate his discomfort.

In the tree scared and alone, the light gradually fading away around him, for the first time he truly knows what it means to be alone. The intricate canopy of leaves prevents even the smallest glimmer of starlight from coming through. He sits there in the dark, head resting against the bole of the tree and listens to the sounds of

the forest. Off in the distance he can hear the passage of some large creature as it makes its way through the underbrush. Not long after that, from off in another direction comes the sound of two animals fighting. Hoping nothing finds him in his perch, he hugs the tree all the harder.

The morning sun wakes a very tired, cold and sore Percy. The events of the night before showed him that to remain in the forest will mean his death. I gotta get out of here. No more pussyfooting around, I have to cover ground before night comes!

Making sure the forest floor holds no menacing predators, he makes his way from the tree. He then takes care of his morning business, realizing that plant leaves are not a good substitute, and turns his mind to food, or rather his lack thereof.

Nearby stands a bush bearing little pink berries. In his starved state, they look delicious. Walking over to the bush he pulls off one of the berries. Holding it between his fingers, the thought occurs to him that the berry may very well be poisonous.

He contemplates his chances of survival if it is in fact poisonous; they aren't good, but the growling of his stomach cannot be denied. Figuring one won't kill him, he puts it in his mouth and bites into the firm flesh of the berry just hard enough to squirt forth a small measure of its tart juice. Not very ripe but not entirely unpleasant either. Chewing it slowly, he waits to see if there will be any unpleasant reactions. When none materialize, he swallows it.

Picking several more of the riper ones, he wraps them in a leaf before putting them in his backpack. If he doesn't get sick in an hour or two then he will eat the rest.

After jumping for a third time at the loud cry of a nearby bird, Percy comes to the conclusion that he is going to need more than a Riptide should the wolves return. Judging by his slow rate of progress through the forest, it's unlikely that he will break free before night comes again, and he may not remain unmolested.

Thinking about his walking stick, and how it is in many ways like a spear, he gets an idea. Pausing for a moment, he opens the book on magic and makes sure he understands what he must do.

First, he forms a visualization of his desired outcome, then puts together the words. He leans his walking stick against the side of a tree, takes three steps back and says:

As straight and true as a spear can be,

Filled with the strength of an old oak tree.

Make it sharp, to penetrate steel,

And perfectly balanced for user to feel.

With the last word comes the surge of power from deep within him. He watches as the walking stick slowly changes, becoming the mirror image of his visualization. Its surface smoothes, the end on the ground rounds off while the other comes to a very fine point.

When the spell runs its course, where the walking stick once stood, now stands a dark brown spear. Percy waits a moment to ensure nothing else may happen, such as the spear exploding or something equally unpleasant. When nothing does, he steps forward and tests the sharpened tip with his finger. He jerks his hand back and a drop of blood wells out. Sharp, I hardly even gave it any pressure. Feeling somewhat better for having a weapon, he takes the spear and once again sets off toward the west.

What about armour, magical shields, spells of protection? As handy as having those would be, Percy simply didn't wish to push his luck as far as magic goes. I'm new at this. Keep it "Simple Stupid."Besides, he hadn't the faintest idea how to create something like that. He didn't know enough about how to make a suit of armour, so how could he create one with magic?

No, he figures to come at this magic business slowly, gradually growing in proficiency over time. He only hopes this world will allow him such a luxury.

Late in the morning, he comes upon a small clearing. He pauses at the edge upon spying several rabbits. His stomach has been grumbling for the past hour, those berries hadn't done much to satiate his hunger. As he gazes upon the rabbits, a memory of when his Thalia had once caught and cooked a rabbit during one of their camping trips makes it even worse.

Knowing that his skill rating with a spear was probably somewhere near zero, he comes up with a spell to help his aim. Holding his spear and preparing to throw, he quietly says:

Spear of mine please strike true,

Strike the rabbit and go right through.

As the last syllable is spoken, he takes aim at the nearest rabbit, draws back his arm and throws. When the spear leaves his hand, he again feels the surge of power. The spear flies unerringly through the air to impale the rabbit. True to the words of the spell, the tip of the spear passes completely through the rabbit and embeds itself deep within the ground. The attack causes rabbits to scatter in all directions. In no time, the clearing was deserted save for the lone, dead rabbit.

Yeah, Baby!

Excited, Percy runs to the rabbit, watching as it kicks in its death throes. It took some doing to pull his spear from the ground. Next time, he may have to alter his wording so as to only have the spear only kill the rabbit, not pass all the way through. But what's the difference, he had done it!

Once the spear came free, he turns his attention to the rabbit. Gazing at it, he suddenly realizes he hasn't a clue what to do now.

The only thing he has that could be considered sharp is the spear which will be little use in skinning a rabbit. Looking around the clearing, he spies a hand-sized stone. Striking it against a larger one, the smaller stone splits in two. One half has a semi-sharp edge; it should work.

Very carefully he uses the rock to slice off the head and feet. Feeling slightly nauseated, Percy takes the rock and slowly peels off the skin. The rock is definitely not the best tool for the job but he eventually has a rabbit ready for the spit.

His blood soaked hands remind him of Annabeth, and a shudder runs through him, his gorge rising. Steady boy, don't let the past rattle you.

Placing the carcass on a layer of leaves, Percy uses dirt to rid his hands of much of the blood before gathering kindling. After clearing a site for the fire, he stacks the wood together then places bits of dried moss beneath.

Moss I placed under the wood

Ignite so I can cook my food

Hokey though his wording may be, they prove effective. The moss begins to smoke, then bursts into flame. He kneels and gently blows on the flickering flame, coaxing it higher until the kindling catches. Satisfied that the fire will continue on its own, he gathers several sticks to create a makeshift spit.

Once it's set and the fat from the rabbit begins dripping into the fire, he relaxes against a tree trunk. Every once in a while, the far off cry of a wolf echoes through the trees. His fear of being discovered spikes each time. He definitely does not wish to spend another night in the trees, but what choice does he have?

The wolves are remarkably like the ones you would expect to find in a forest back home. In fact, all the animals he has seen so far have been very Earth-like. If it wasn't for the little creature, he could very well be back home on a campout.

Crash!

Startled out of his Sleep, Percy finds the spit that had once held his lunch burning in the fire, and his dinner running away in the mouth of what looks like a small dog. Stupid, daydreaming fool!

Lurching to his feet, he races after. Running under bushes and around trees, the dog quickly out-paces him and is gone, along with his lunch.

"Damn!"

Returning to his fire, Percy takes his spear and looks around the clearing for more rabbits or an acceptable substitute. Nothing! His yell and the chasing of the dog must have scared everything away.

No use sitting around here! Using his foot, he puts out the fire by covering it with dirt. Grabbing his backpack, he stalks off with self-deprecating recriminations running through his mind, and a fierce growl in his belly.

No more than half an hour goes by before he has found, killed and begun roasting another small animal. Not sure exactly what it is, or was, it kind of looks like a squirrel but the size of a small cat. This time he keeps his wits about him and remains alert for any scavengers who might happen by.

The aroma of roasting meat makes his stomach cramp. Impatient for the meat to be done, he removes it from the fire when it has cooked "enough." Taking the meat to a nearby tree, he sits with his back against the trunk and proceeds to eat.

As he bites into the roasted meat, the juices run down his chin.

Never has anything tasted so good. Of course, I've never been this hungry before in my life. Wonder what Mom would do with this if she was here? Thinking of his Mom's cooking brings back the feeling of homesickness.

It seemed like he had just started when the last of the meat had been stripped from the bone. He feels much better now that he has something more substantial than berries in his stomach. A nearby stream provides the opportunity to clean his hands and face, as well as a much needed drink. He also washes the blood off his "skinning" stone and places it in his backpack. More than likely, he will have need of it again.

Refreshed, he grabs his backpack and spear and sets out once more in search of Trendle.

The nearby stream flows in the general direction so he decides to follow it. There is less of a chance of being turned around if he uses it as a guide. Also, it might eventually lead to civilization. Streams lead to rivers, rivers to lakes and ponds. And where there is water, there are usually people he felt safe near water as this was his father's domain. Berry bushes along the streambed hold numerous berries. After eating a dozen or so he gathers a number of the ripest ones and wraps them in a leaf before placing them in his backpack.

The rest of the afternoon proceeds in similar manner as the morning; forging through inhospitable undergrowth bent on barring his way at all cost, relieved only by all too infrequent clearings. He did encounter one meadow that was rather extensive boasting two fair sized pools. Both were crystal clear, and in the afternoon sun, could clearly see their bounty of dark-green fish with twin red stripes near the tail.

An hour before nightfall, the land began a more downward slope that ends at an abrupt drop. The stream flows over the drop to cascade down the uneven surface in the guise of a small waterfall only to form a small pond thirty feet below. An area to the right of the water would make an ideal campsite. With the wall of the drop at its back, and flanked by the pond on one side and a large fallen tree on the other, it will provide a modicum of shelter through the night.

He first tosses his spear to the clearing below, then works his way down the side of the drop. Once at the bottom, he rests his pack against the backdrop then starts gathering wood for the fire. After a sufficient quantity has been gathered, he takes his spear and sets out in search of game. It doesn't take long before another rabbit has met its end. Back at camp, he uses his skinning stone and preps it for the fire.

Using the same spell as before, he soon has the fire burning merrily and places the rabbit upon the spit. Sitting there with the waterfall sprinkling into the pond twenty feet away, he listens to the fat pop and crackle as drips fall into the fire. He feels good. Another day has passed without mishap. He's getting the hang of this world, magic hasn't been too difficult, at least not the simple spells he has attempted.

Turning the rabbit occasionally for an even cook, he relaxes and enjoys the peaceful interlude. The aroma coming off the meat is wonderful. He gets up and walks over to the pond. It is a clear, sparkling blue. Kneeling at the edge, he takes a good long drink. The water is so pure and crisp that he doubts that there could be anything like it back home.

With the sun descending below the treetops, night is fast approaching. Returning to the spit, he checks the rabbit, sees that it is not quite ready, then grabs his backpack and removes the berries he had gathered earlier. Unwrapping them, he pops three in his mouth then sets the others aside to have with the rabbit.

By the time the rabbit is fully cooked and the outer skin is a dark brown, shadows have fully enveloped the campsite. Taking the rabbit off the spit, he settles down against the backdrop and eats with gusto only starvation can provide.

Once his hunger has been satiated, Percy discards the carcass quite a ways from the camp to prevent it from drawing predators. On the way back, he gathers more wood, having no wish to freeze through another night. Already with the sun down, a chill has crept into the air. Keeping a fire going all night will bring him comfort and hopefully safety from curious animals.

Stoking the fire, he settles down to sleep. Lying on his back and wishing for a blanket, he stares at the night sky and watches as the night deepens and the stars come out. Events of the past two days play through his mind. It would be hard to credit the truth of it all if he hadn't been living through it.

The book on magic gave very little actual instruction in how to work it; mainly just theory and suggestions.

He grins upon thinking about the little ditties he threw together for his spells. How simple and unimaginative they were. Not at all like the flowing, poetry variety of spells one finds in books. But they had worked, hadn't they? And isn't that all that really matters? The book hadn't said anything about increasing the effectiveness of a spell by upgrading the wording used. A wooden spoon is just as effective when eating soup as a silver one. Not sure exactly where he had heard that little piece of homespun advice, but it certainly fits the situation.

Sleeping near the fire provides him with a sense of security lacking the night before. The soft sounds of the waterfall commingled with the fire's crackle and pop eventually lull him to sleep.

A/n::: Guys this is my first fanfic so please don't be harsh, your review's are highly appreciated, Flames will be Ignored if anybody wants correct me feel free to point mistakes and I would be try correct as much as possible.

Sorry about the formatting guys I just hadn't noticed, I know it was so noticeable, Sue me I was too engrossed in making right story with my idea's...

Special thanks to Deathgaurdian24 for his constant support in correcting me out...I have made corrections here and there
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