Imagine This
Hello, I'm going to make you imagine things. These things are about Percy Jackson. First thing is first I want you to let your imagination run free. This is just something to stimulate your neurons as my teacher says. This is not a story.
Let's begin.
Imagine a desert with a road cutting through it. It's hot and sweltering. You can even see heat waves. Now on that road walks the handsome Percy Jackson. He has jet-black hair that is messy. It's parted in the middle and his hair is a bit wavy. He is tall with broad shoulders. His forearms and corded with muscles. His features looks like a god so remember he is freaking hot. His sea green eyes are concealed in black (as night) aviator sunglasses. He is wearing a white v-neck shirt. It's crumpled and messy. A little dirt there, a bit of monster blood over here. He wears black jeans that make him look like a rock star. On his feet are dark brown military boots ready to kick monsters butts. He is holding his faithful celestial bronze sword riptide and will stab anyone who dares to get in his way. He has a poker face on as he walks the lonely path. He looks like a boss.
He has been on the run for days. Phobos and Deimos have finally tried to come and get him back. He heard a car coming but he didn't look back. He kept walking; he even smiled to himself anticipating a fight. Two bulky and familiar men stepped out and surveyed their opponent. They chuckled harmoniously. They thought they would win. I repeat, the thought.
Percy opened his hands in a welcoming gesture.
"Well you found me. Wasn't too hard right? Oh my," he says sarcastically, "Someone still has the scar I gave them. I didn't know gods couldn't heal scar. Maybe you guys aren't godly enough."
They growled at him. Now it was Percy's turn to chuckle. He was prepared and unafraid. Nothing scared him now. He may as well have been a fish on dry land without any water around him, but he knew that it didn't matter.
Phobos and Deimos arched their eyebrows angrily.
"We will defeat you" Phobos said.
Percy just laughed.
Deimos tried to summon a tornado to scare Percy. But he didn't budge. He stood there arms crossed.
Percy knew it wasn't real. His hair was even moving, more or less saying there was no wind. Deimos tried to keep it going but he was getting discouraged. Phobos stormed off into Percy's direction and held his shoulders. Percy again saw the image that he witnessed years ago his camp in flames. He sneered thinking how stupid Phobos was. Percy would never pet that happen. Never. He shoved Phobos off and he fell on the fmdry pavement. Deimos pulled himself out of his stupor and charged a blood red mace forming in his hands. Percy just sidestepped that and swung his sword next to Deimos' face. He heard Phobos charging and swung his sword to Phobos' neck without even glancing.
"Don't even try it. There is no point good always wins. I don't even know why your gods."
Deimos stood up while Percy dropped his sword. In unison they charged and Percy was sandwiched between them. He smiled knowingly. He took at stepped back and they collided. Before they fell he grabbed the back of their shirt collars and slammed their heads together. Percy remembered he said they didn't know how to fight. Apparently they still didn't learn how. These two were dumber than the Minotaur. He looked at them and they were passed out cold. He smiled then walked into the black Mercedes. He then drove away not looking back.