I own nothing but the cat.
This is something that I wrote because my Internet connection was too slow, and I had nothing to do. It's very short.
A Most Anti-climatic Battle of Percy Jackson
Then a cat fell from the roof.
This was rather bad timing, thought Percy, but then he couldn't think of a better one. Especially since there was a large man-bull after him.
Hiding behind a trash bin had, on hindsight, been a brilliant idea. The Minotaur hadn't thought that he would have hidden there. He also couldn't smell him. But a cat had fallen from the ceiling, and its frustrated yowls had attracted the beast towards the trash bin.
Percy hoped he wasn't hungry. He gripped his pen tightly. Maybe he would have to rescue the cat.
The cat yowled and hissed at the Minotaur. It then jumped up and clawed the Minotaur's eyes out, and the Minotaur exploded in a shower of gold. Percy relaxed and climbed out of the trash. He sighed. So much for heroics. He then wondered what were the chances of hailing a taxi with a driver with a blocked nose to Camp Half-Blood.
Maybe walking would be a better option.
Um, yeah. I was bored?
(I luv my kitteh!)
Yes, that shows everyone how bored I am. I'm resorting to a mutation of English. It's very sad.