Story:: Dragons and Horses
Chapter:: In the Beginning
Summary:: After being accused of a crime he did not commit, Percy is banished to Alaska. On the run from a crazed man who has a strange aptitude for following him, our favorite hero is forced to watch as he is betrayed and forgotten by his old friends. When he finds another group of demigods who are going through similar situations, Percy and the gang are taken in by an unexpected deity, who helps them overcome their past and move on. What will happen when the group is forced to return and help those than abandoned them?
So Far:: Nothing Yet!
Notes From the Author:: Please R&R, guys! And try not to get too ticked off at me. There's some stuff in here… uh, just don't kill me. It doesn't seem bad a first. But.
And I'll try to update as often as possible; I just want this to be awesome, so it won't be updates as often as my other story… that's active…
Third Person POV
It was a dark, stormy day- the gods must have been angry; or maybe saddened. Of course, few would know of them. Very few indeed. The damp streets of New York City were practically empty. The only movement was the occasional car, or an unlucky person struggling through the torrents of rain. Little action; little excitement.
High atop the Empire State Building, on a bed of rumbling grey clouds, was Olympus. The grand city which was normally filled with music and mirth was exceptionally quiet, to anyone who could hear. Like the calm before the storm- an excellent expression, especially considering the gods within. It had been like this all day. Were a curious demigod to peep into the castle of the gods on that winter solstice, they would see the Olympians themselves whispering quietly with each other, rarely raising their voices. The calm before the storm, it was said. Certainly the truth.
The preoccupied silence suddenly turned into angry shouts as fighting rose amongst them. It was only a couple distinct voices at first, but they soon multiplied, until all twelve of the gods were arguing. Usually such a thing was common; but usually it was over senseless topics, such as who was the most powerful, or whether one goddess or another was more beautiful. For once, however, there was a point, a reason to the madness. A hero being tried; penalty? Death. The hero in question? Percy Jackson.
Percy himself was not there, of course- why would Zeus bother telling him he could be dead in the very near future?
The vote had been tied, hence the arguing. Those that were for the execution- Ares, Zeus, Athena, Hera, Dionysius, and Hades- seemed to be about to end the discussion, despite the statements of the others for Percy- Aphrodite, Poseidon, Hermes, Hestia, Apollo, and Artemis. The appearance was correct.
All quieted as Zeus zapped the center of the throne room with his Master bolt.
"Listen to me, friends, and hear well. Perseus Jackson shall be spared of death, but not of punishment. For his crimes, he shall be banished- left to survive on his own."
Percy POV
My day was going fine until I disappeared, thank you very much.
Oh. Sorry. Guess that was a bit confusing, wasn't it?
I mean, I was having a wonderful afternoon with Annabeth until some god decided to transport me to Olympus. Yeah. It sucked, to put it mildly.
Especially once I learned I got to spend a while in Alaska. I mean, how fun is that? Actually, it didn't seem so bad at first. It's just Alaska, right?
Crap. ADHD. Getting ahead of myself, sorry. I suppose that I should explain what actually happened in the throne room of the gods, shouldn't I?
Once there, I fell on my face. (Not a necessary detail, but I thought it was important.) Shaking the dizziness from my head, I stood up and glanced crossly at Zeus. He was staring at me with slight anger, and I could feel similar gazes piercing into me from all around. I was about to retort to- well, nothing-when the pompous king spoke.
"Perseus." Gods, didn't that dude realize I hated being called that? "I have called you here to discuss an important matter," No, really? I thought we were having tea. "After having tried you for your crimes…" What? Firstly, why wasn't I there? Secondly, what crimes? "We have decided against killing you." Gee, I feel so loved. "But…" Seriously? "We have decided to send you north." A quest? Phht, easy. "To Alaska," Ok… "To live out your life." Oh. I opened my mouth to reply, but the jerk interrupted me. "You will not have a chance to say goodbye to anyone, as I am sure that was your question," Actually, it wasn't. "Any last words?" Thank the… actually, don't thank the gods.
Clearing my throat, I nodded. "Actually, sir, I was wondering… exactly what crime did I commit?" He stared at me rather blandly and yawned.
"You betrayed Olympus and your camp."
"Um… sorry, sir, but how?"
"Are you so narrow minded that you do not remember?" He sighed. "Jackson, you murdered one of your own. A camper at Camp Halfblood. To be precise…" His pause made me want to slap him. "Jason Grace, my son." Oh. No wonder the dude was pissed.
"Sir, I think there must be a mistake. I didn't kill anyone." That was apparently the wrong thing to say, as my hair started to smoke under Zeus's stare.
"Goodbye. I would say be safe, but unfortunately, I don't really care." With a bright flash, I was gone.
One Year Later
I sighed inwardly as I watched the misty screen form. Some brilliant immortal came up with the idea of making me watch a scene from Camp every day. I got to see the betrayals, the laughter, and the overall good days people were having, while I was stuck in this hell hole getting tortured every day.
To answer your question- no, that part had nothing to do with any kind of unjustified punishment for something I didn't do. Ehem.
On this day, I had the pleasure of watching my old girlfriend- Annabeth- make out with my half-brother. I crinkled my nose in disgust as he-
This is a T rated story, right? Ok, then, not going there.
In the beginning, they had been upset. They gradually moved on, though- it wasn't this that bothered me so much as the fact that they completely forgot me. All the belongings that I had left at camp had been thrown out, all pictures that they happened to take of me left on a shelf to collect dust. It worsened when HE arrived. No, not Tyson. Gods, I haven't seen him at all. Nope- Ian Greenwood. A year younger than me, he has light brown hair, blue eyes- not anywhere near to the sea green color of mine- but he is around the same height as me. Pretty much took my place.
Part of me was more than a little angry. I mean, after all I had done for them… That part of me said that the only reason the gods got rid of me was because I was too powerful. Another part of me agreed- maybe the only reason I was forgotten was because the gods made them forget. The other part of me, the one that knew the truth, agreed with both. They DID have a little bit of help moving on, and surely the only reason Ian was sent there was to completely eradicate any doubts left in the campers minds. Of course the gods got rid of me- I was becoming extremely powerful, and not just because of my powers- which, by the way, I have more of than Ian- but because of my position. I had accomplished so much, from retrieving Zeus's bolt to destroying Gaea. I could become a threat. Couldn't take that chance, could they?
Filled with bitterness, I turned away from the scene- it was dissolving anyways. There was nothing I could do but watch. And, unfortunately, I couldn't spend much of my time doing that, as I was currently on the run from… well, I don't know exactly what, but I have my suspicions. Pretty much every time he gets me I get beaten- which, if I still had Achilles Curse, it wouldn't have been bad, but as it was, it hurt. A lot. The chase started about a month ago, when I had escaped from him originally. I don't think the guy was human, because he kept on catching me. I kept on escaping. Most of the wounds had begun to heal, but I still had the scars.
It wasn't a pleasant ordeal, but it wasn't as if I could leave. I already tried- first thing I did. It was like there was a border around the state of Alaska, holding me in. Stupid gods, stupid life.
I sighed and grabbed my trusty sword, Riptide, and began to follow the rising sun away from my old camp.
Hey guys! I hope you like it so far… it's basically the introduction. Prologue, really. Explaining what is happening. It's poorly written, I apologize for that… The next chapter will be better! Promise!
Anyways, please R&R! I'll update when I can.