Author's Note: I do not own Percy Jackson, and I am not Rick Riordan. Just borrowing the characters for a story I am writing :3 This story takes place in the first book, The Lightning Thief, while Percy was still doing his quest. Sorry for whisking him away, but hey, it's a fanfiction xD
Criticism is welcome, because I want to improve my story.
Summary: Percy hates being a demigod, and while he is trying to walk away from Annabeth and Grover, a daughter of Ares appeared, asking for his help. An army of monsters are trying to destroy Mount Olympus, and some titans are stirring. Wait, did the daughter of Ares just said she was from the past?
Chapter One
My name…is Percy Jackson. You might have heard of me, since I had destroyed an important monument while escaping from the wretched Enchidna and her son, Chimera. They were horrible enough, and truthfully, since then, after the plunge from the Arch, I hate being a demigod. Yep, you heard me right. While Annabeth and Grover were searching for me, I slipped away, hurrying down the alley which turned to another street. I pulled up my hoodie, afraid that people might recognize me. I inhaled sharply, and my lungs stung. Apparently, my wounds are still there. I grunted and thought of a word that I was sure my mother wouldn't like.
"Hey you're Percy right…?" a soft whisper echoed around me. I literally jumped and slapped my neck, where the goosebumps appeared. A girl slipped out of the shadows, and for a moment, I was blinded by the light reflected on her bronze armor.
"Sorry," she hastily said, noticing that I winced. I took a good look at her. She looked like she was 12. Her dirty blonde hair had red streaks in it. Her eyes were chocolate brown and there was a slight sparkle in them, which made people think that she was mischievous. However, she frowned at me. I guessed I look like a wreck since I had hurried away immediately after I fell from the Arch. Then, I realized she was no better. There was a huge nasty gash on her right arm, which wielded a celestial bronze sword. Her left arm supported a large shield, with a picture of a…I don't know what on it. "We cannot talk here," she said, frowning once more. She beckoned to me to join her in the shadows of the alley. Without thinking, I followed her.
"Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon. I am Zia, daughter of Ares. I need your help, and it is going to be tricky," Zia said, her eyes fixed on mine. I stared back stupidly, with my jaw dropping. I closed my mouth quickly, feeling heat rising up to my face. I cannot believe I actually embarrassed myself in front of a girl whom I barely knew.
"Help with what?" I asked, trying not to sound, or look stupid. She grumbled and started to explain.
"Look, I don't have much time punk. But alright, I will try to keep it short. We are trying to fend off this huge army of monsters trying to destroy Mount Olympus, but we are getting overpowered. Some titans are awakening and aiding the monsters, leading them to victory. Our forces are getting numbered, practically almost extinct. A prophecy from the Oracle mentioned your name. I tried getting here as fast as I can, with no idea which era of the future you are in. But the time device found you, so yeah. The end, happy?" She snapped, anxiety coloring her tone.
I once again stared at her, and she looked expectantly at my face, no doubt whisking me away once I said "yes". "Wait…You came from the past?" I said, shaking my head, filled with disbelief.