Percy was lost. There was no other way to put it. He was lost and never came back to camp. It had been years since he went missing. He has been presumed dead. Camp isn't as fun anymore. Annabeth doesn't read. Leo doesn't set things on fire. Will isn't as sunshiney. Nico is even darker. Thalia doesn't talk. Luke doesn't practice. Dionysus doesn't yell at people anymore. Chiron doesn't play pe nickel. Grover doesn't eat tin cans. Clarisse doesn't fight. Nothing ever happens. Percy is gone and so is the life in camp.
One day, the lake started going nuts. Spinning, swirling, choppy waters, spewing water everywhere, just like Percy did. Poseidon came out of the lake, furious.
"That numbskull!!!" Is all he said before taking off, straight into the sky. Everyone at camp was silent for a while. They all jumped at the sound of laughter. His laughter.
"Oh my Zeus, you should have seen how fast he swam! Oh gods it was the best thing I have seen in a long time! And oh was it-" he suddenly shut up. "I- I'm home?" They heard him whisper. "I'm home. I can't believe it! I'm actually home! He did it! He kept his promise!" When they all turned they saw Percy, some new scars, but Percy all the same, in mostly one piece, crying and smiling on the beach. "He brought me home!!!" He fell to his knees. "Owch!" He hissed and shifted his weight so it wasn't on his legs anymore. He looked up and opened his eye. "Annabeth," he called, opening his arm for a hug, "I'm home!"
Annabeth stared at him a while longer before sobbing and burying her face into his chest. "Seaweed brain! What happened to your arm?" She asked, touching the slightly bumpy flesh where his arm once was. "And your eye?"
"Percy? Are you alright?"
"Yeah I'm fi- look out!!!" He yelled throwing himself on top of her, taking an arrow to the shoulder instead of letting it embed itself in Annabeths chest. He got up with the look of a devil in his eyes. He could feel poison from the arrow beginning to make its way through his body, but stood strong and firm, not letting the effects of the poison show. He uncapped Riptide and drew a trident from the lake. He took a deep breath and threw the trident straight up in the air, smacking the bottom of it with Riptide, causing it to fly forward and impaling a monster in the leg, disintegrating it. Once he knew there were no other monsters lurking, he lurched over to the lake and fell in it. He yanked the arrow out if his shoulder and let the water start to heal his wound. "Shit." He muttered and dragged himself out of the water, not letting it finish closing the wound. His head was pounding, vision was blurring, and it felt like there was cotton stuffed between his ears.
"Percy?"
"Percy?!"
"Percy!?
"Percy!"
"PERCEUS!!"
"PERCY!!!"
With every passing voice, his hearing slipped further and further away. The water healed the wound, but wasn't removing the effects of the poison. Dam it. Was the last thing he thought before everything went dark.
DUN DUN DUUUUN! This will be a two shot.