Hi! Hope you enjoy this fanfiction. (Bold-AN, Italic-thoughts, Italic bold- [if there is] flashbacks)
Disclaimer for the whole story: I will never own the PJO series. It's too good for my writings.
Chapter One
Percy's POV (at the palace)
I'm Peter Johnson, Crown Prince of Greece and son of Queen Sally Jackson and my unknown father. Step-son of King Paul Blofis of Greece. I am also the older Brother of Tyson Jackson, Prince and General of the Army to protect our country.
I have shoulder-length jet black hair and sea-green eyes. I love to swim, do horseback riding, and practice sword-fighting. Among these things, one is a lie. My true name is Perseus Jackson, Percy for short. I have a valid reason why my known name is different from my real one and it involves my horrible past.
Anyway, let's start the story…
"Your Majesty, we need to start planning. Your crowning would be in 6 months and a month after would be your wedding" Phil, my royal secretary, kept on reminding me to start planning. I was sitting lazily on my throne that time, ignoring Phil completely. "Prince Peter" Phil warned. I shifted in my chair.
Without looking I said, "That's not my job". "Prince Peter-" Percy "-the king thought you will likely plan it instead of him. Even though you're stubborn, he trusted you fully" he said.
"If Paul truly trusted me… Then why can't I choose my own fiancé? Why can't I go to school?" I said, my anger boiling inside of me. I am not mad at Phil. Not even my step-dad but this royal business.
I never wanted to be king. In fact, I never wanted to be royal. You may call me crazy because of that. Who wouldn't want a life of luxury? I admit, I like my life but I want to be free. Free of my responsibilities. Free of my royal duties. Free to have some privacy. Free from my not-so-perfect-bitch-kind-of-girl-who-I-am-arranged-to-be-married-with-since-I-was-eleven fiancé. Free to study at school. Free to meet common people. Free to have some real friends. Free to fall in love.
It felt like I'm in prison for this past 5 years. I want to run away from it all.
And I will… tonight, forming a plan.
The plan is simple. Tyson will lay in my bed, all covered from head to toe with my blanket, to act like I'm sleeping. Mom will peak through the door. She close the door silently when she thought that I'm already asleep. After 3 minutes, Tyson climb out of bed, fix the covers, and walk out of the door casually like nothing happened.
While this is going, I will walk through the servants' tunnel wearing my travelers cloak to look like a peasant and avoid bumping to any guards. Once I am out of reach, I will stay in one abandoned house for the night and plan on how to escape the country and move to New York.
"I can't do this, brother. You will be on grave danger when you set foot outside the castle walls. With you always on the front cover of international magazines, people will notice you and you might get hurt, Peter" Tyson said, though I have a strong feeling it is not the people he is worried about.
If you recall, Tyson is my brother. Actually, he is my half-brother. My mom, the queen, said that Tyson is not hers but my father's. Due to my mom's kind and ever loving heart, even though he is not hers, mom still love and care for Tyson like her own.
He has long shaggy jet black hair with sea-green eyes too. But do you want to know a secret? The strange thing is I cannot see his face clearly. It seems like a fog-like air is shading his face. And when I concentrate, I saw a single eye instead of two. I hope I'm hallucinating.
"But Tyson…" I protest. "I want freedom from this rotten place. I want to be normal for once. No responsibilities, No boring meetings, No guards always following me, No arranged marriages, No stressful planning, and no pretending to be someone I'm not. I want a life of independence. Scratch that. I need a life of independence. I need to make my own decisions. I need to gain some experiences" I said.
"Seems like you rehearsed that speech, Peter" Tyson commented. "I don't know, brother". "Tyson… Please, brother. What will you do if you are in my position?" I asked. "Probably the same… But still…" Tyson said. "Tyson…" I begged. He sighed and said "If what you said is for the best, then I shall fulfill your wishes, brother".
I clasp a hand on his shoulder. "Thank you, brother" I thanked him whole heartedly. "We will begin after dinner" I announced. He nodded and said, "Let's pray to the gods that everything will go as planned". "It will" I said, determined.
But I spoke too soon.
Annabeth's POV (at Camp Half-Blood)
My name is Annabeth Chase. I am the daughter of Athena, Greek Goddess of wisdom and battle strategy, and Frederick Chase. I'm the step-daughter of Helen Chase and I have two younger siblings, Bobby and Matthew Chase (twins), in my father's side.
I am unwanted by my family and run away when I was seven and lived in Camp Half-Blood every summer. I lived in an apartment with Thalia, my best friend, during school years. No one knows about my history with my family's past. Not even Thalia, one of my most trusted people.
I have curly blonde hair and story grey eyes. I have trust issues and I have never fallen in love with someone.
Until I kept on dreaming of those sea-green eyes…
Who do you think owns those sea-green eyes? Will Percy's plan work? Why do you think Percy change his true name and what is Annabeth's dream? Find out in the next chapter of "Run, Meet, Love"
Hi again! Sorry for the wrong grammar and spellings. Please review… I already wrote the next chapter but I will wait for at least 5 reviews before I publish it. And please be honest on writing a review. Please suggest some OC and describe the looks and personality of him/her. That's all. :)
Love,
Mj 3
