A/N 'ello 'ello 'ello! First story! So excited! I really hope you like it! P-lease review! It would warm my heart to the bone! Does you're heart have bones? I don't think so... I am a Percy Jackson fan, cause they are the best books ever! I hope you like it! Read, young grasshopper, read!
Disclaimer Notice: I do not own Percy or Annabeth.
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Percy's P.O.V
Great work, Jackson, I thought, annoyed with myself. Really? Hope to see you soon? I mentally kicked myself as I walked away from the girl I'd had crush on since sixth grade, Annabeth Chase. Even the name was dreamy. Ahhhhh…. "Agh!" I was so distracted I nearly walked into a pole, but stepped aside at the last second. Battle reflexes. Why would she even notice me as I am now? And if she knew who I really was…. she wouldn't even take the time to say 'hi' every morning (which made my heart burst).
Stop day dreaming, I chided myself;this isn't a sappy love story.
My mind could let go, but my heart was as determined as I was to get straight D's in every dyslexia and ADHD.
Wow, studying Shakespeare in History has really rubbed off on me. Soon I'll be reciting Romeo and Juliet!
Just get back to the fort.I thought glumly.
The truth was, all of this was a lie. My attempt to live a normal, carefree life. But soon they would come. It was unavoidable. The monsters always came without fail. Soon I would do what I always do in the end.
I would run, hoping to leave everything behind him. It only ever worked for a month, at most. His school bag was heavy with English books, Drama homework, and a emergency supply of ambrosia and a flask of nectar. He was tempted to take a swig, but given too much it will burn you to ashes, so he decided to pass.
Food of the gods.Typical. The nicest stuff in the world would kill you if you had too much. I guess that's why you don't see many fat gods. Huh.
In the pocket of his school pants was a pen. A pen named Riptide. Once you took the cap of, it turned into a Celtic bronze sword. Previous owners include Hercules himself.
Yeah I'm cool. I have a sword.
I finally trudged around a corner and arrived at a massive, old, decaying house. Home sweet home. All those shallow, rich kids have big mansions, servants, the whole enchilada. I just took what I was given. I went to school in NYC. I didn't have any friends and bullies seemed to target me. Some turned out to be monsters in disguise. I never lasted long in one single school. I was sure I was the only one like me. Though sometimes I entertained the thought that there could, maybe be more because there were other gods, but then I told myself to grow up and be realistic. My mom didn't want me as near as I could tell, and my father was Poseidon, god of the seas. My two uncles are Zeus and Hades. My mom is mortal, so I am half mortal half god. A demigod.
I dumped my bag next to the door and went into the kitchen, having what I always have, morning and night, day after day, week after week. You get the picture.
As you can probably guess, they were... baked beans. Ta da!
They got old after the first time I had them which was... what, five years ago? Wow, it seemed like yesterday. If only I could settle down somewhere were the monsters couldn't find me. If only... No. I couldn't afford to think like that. It is how it is and there is nothing I can do about it.
Knock... knock... CRACK!
The last sound made me jump. It was a monster. It had to be. Who else would come to this sorry excuse of a house at four in the afternoon? Besides, I didn't like that loud crack at the end it.
I pulled my pen out of my pocket and uncapped it, which grew into a full-sized glowing sword. I put my back against the wall next to the empty door frame. The monster was still at the front door.
I considered unexpectedly jumping out and attempting to slice the creature to bits, but it was a bit too risky for my taste. And my body.
I considered what I should do, dismissing the wilder ideas that immediately came to mind and deciding on safest option; I would throw something to roughly somewhere near the stove, which was opposite from where I stood, then when whatever it was walked through, focused on the noise, I would cut it into smithereens.
Simple. Easy to remember.
I picked up the nearest thing I could get my hands on (a mouldy apple), and chucked it at the stove with all my might, which created a loud "BANG".
I gave a small grunt a of satisfaction as the monster came towards the commotion, though I thought it was a little lighter than it should have been, but what do I know? I've only been attacked twice a month for the last five years. Hey, you never know! I could be wrong!
Anyway,the monster crept towards the sound and I readied my sword.
Five, for, three, two… my sword arced towards the monster; until I realised it wasn't a monster at all!
It was Annabeth! It was too late to halt its deadly swipe, so Riptide made a deep cut along her upper arm.
She gave a small yelp of fright and pain, but I was too confused to register it.
Normally, the blade went through regular mortals, because Celtic bronze is deadly to monsters and me (a demigod), but simply passed through mortals like they weren't there. That's when I finally realised that Annabeth was bleeding, and it was my fault.
Oops.
I hesitantly offered her some ambrosia, not sure if it would kill her or not. See, I think if you're not a child of the gods, it would turn your blood to fire and you would crumble to ashes, (that happens alot). But I think Annabeth is different. My magic sword should've just passed right through her, but it didn't.
I wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing.
Annabeth glared daggers at me, while clutching her wounded arm.
"Try it. It'll help." I said sheepishly. And after she said nothing and continued to try to stare me down, I added "I promise."
She grudgingly took it from my palm. She nibbled the edge the edge of it and her face lit up in a radiant smile.
God she's beautiful.
I thought happily, wishing this moment would last forever. It felt like she was smiling at me (like that would happen).
See, ambrosia is comfort food. Despite looking like an ordinary fudge brownie, it tasted like whatever made you feel good.
Nectar, on the other hand, just tasted like iced-cold apple juice.
Bo-ring.
Annabeth gobbled the rest of it down in less than a second. Then she turned on me with a steely glint in her eye, like she wouldn't take no for an answer. And if I lied, she would beat me to a pulp.
She is so hot.
I was about to ask 'what' but she beat me to it.
"Who are you? You aren't normal are you?" Her voice caught on 'normal' and I wondered why, but then she continued and I was too busy trying to keep up, I soon forgot about it.
"Normal people don't live in old run-down houses. Normal people don't try and kill girls who walk in to say hi and ask if you wanted to go and have... also people don't normally own, what, a gold, maybe bronze sword? Explain yourself!"
she then took a deep breath and folded her arms, a determined expression on her beautiful face.
I wasn't sure what I should do. I mean what am I supposed to do? Lie or tell the truth? I decided the latter, because if she hadn't runaway screaming yet, well, it was worth a try.
"You might want to sit down." I cautioned, but when she remained standing, I took a deep breath and started at the very beginning, from my mom throwing me out, to my first orphanage, up until the present.
Then I breathed in deeply and waited for her response. I have never gotten this far before. Normally they ran when I took a deep breath at the beginning.
She muttered something about Athena and daughter but I didn't quite get that.
Then she said aloud, "I'm one of them... But could he be... surely not..." She trailed off uncertainly.
I was blank for a second, while tried to figure out what Annabeth was saying.
Then it hit me like slap in the face, I stumbled for a second then regained my voice. "You're a... a... demigod!" I managed to get out, gobsmacked. I babbled on, quite stressed out.
"Oh I wish I could've known! All these years I thought I was alone! Now we can run together! You will need a weapon, but I'm sure there will be one somewhere –"
"- Hold the fort!" she said, cutting me off,
"I'm not going anywhere with you! You just tried to bloody kill me!"
"It was an accident-" I tried, but she wouldn't be swayed.
"NO! I cannot believe I thought I loved you!"
Then she stormed out the front door, probably going back to her nice big house. I thought about going after her, but it was no use, because my feet were cemented to the hard wooden floorboards, my mind reeling, so if I took a step, I'd probably do a nose dive and land face first on the floor.
I was so distracted I didn't notice a shadow creeping over the doorway in front of me, until I realized it was definitely darker than before.
But it was too late, I was fumbling around in my pockets for Riptide, when something hard bashed me on the side of my head really hard.
I stumbled towards the doorway, thinking of Annabeth, when it came around again bashing me in the same spot as laced through my head travelling down my spine.
I cried out hoping someone would hear me and come to help.
No one came.
I went limp, limbs not obeying my fragile heads command, while the floorboards rushed up to meet me.
Annabeth...
Oh yes, the giant Polybotes thought, There is no stopping me now! I will not run away from a chocolate muffin this time!
A/N I really hope y'all love it! Again, please review, it means so much! Also, any ideas for the next chapter? Though if i don't have any readers, THERE MIGHT NOT BE ONE! Da, da daaaaa! My thanks to my awesome sister asho, or ItsAStupudAssDecisionThing,(did I spell that right?) who showed me everthing, signed me in, and unlocked Fanfictions SECRETS! Astalavesta reviewers!(Hopefully)!
