Percy Jackson and the Sword of Time
Prologue
Percy
I ran from them, hearing; first the reports of rifles, then the high pitch whine of the bullet's deadly songs.
'Fools,' I thought, "mortal weapons can't hurt me." Barley had the thought left my head, when a slug slammed into my sword arm.
"GODS!" I snarled through clenched teeth. I had forgotten that the mortal weapons can hurt me, and now it had cost me my sword arm.
I just hoped that I wouldn't lose it, as I was kind of attached to it. Even in pain I could make jokes. Of course I was attached to my arm.
Finally, I saw light up ahead; my ticket outta here, the West-bound freight train to Missouri. If I didn't make it I would be stuck here.
I ran harder; the train was speeding up, and praying to every god I knew, I jumped . . .
The good news? I made it.
The bad new? I used my injured arm to haul myself up.
I nearly fell unconscious that second, but I knew that if I did, I would be killed for sure. I may have been an awesome son of Poseidon, but I am most certainly not train-proof. So I pulled myself up the rest of the way, but right as I was about to get in and close the door, I felt my sword/pen, Anaklusmos, or Riptide slip out of my pocket.
The current that takes one by surprise. And before you know it, you have been swept out to sea. As Zoe once said.
Making a wild grab, I managed to grab it by the tip. For some reason, I knew that if I hadn't grabbed it, I would have lost it forever.
For some reason the enchantment that allowed Riptide to return to my pocket were useless at the moment. So with my last burst of strength, and consciousness, I pulled, and jumped, forward into the compartment.
At the same moment, the train slowed, and the door shut, then latched again.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. This is just a story by Fishmaniac2 that I am betaing (is that a word) for him. And before that, the PJO series is owned by Rick Riordan.
So… Bye!
