The Legend and the Steal
DISCLAIMER: PJO and HOO ARE NOT MINE AND EVERTHING BELONGS TO RICK RIORDAN.
A/N: This is sort of an underdog tale of hockey between the characters of PJO and HOO. Depending on the feedback I have received, will determine if it's worth continuing the story.
Chapter 1
All the high school senior hockey players around the world were waiting for this moment. It was better than graduating high school. The moment to enter the Olympians Hockey League Draft. Hockey players around the world wait for this specific moment to be able to join the pro league. Hockey experts have already created there big boards of the best hockey players around the globe. Who they believe is the best player available and which players could surprise and eventually become legends or Hall of Famers in the hockey league.
"Hi my name is Greg Jones and I'm your host for the annual Olympians Hockey League Draft. All the teams are present today to select young players that they believe will contribute to the team. Every team's goal is to win the Golden Fleece Cup. Now we move on to the next part of our program before the draft commences." The Olympians Hockey League Draft host was a little bit too excited about this year's batch of youngsters joining the league. For a good reason. This year has been marked as once in a lifetime in which numerous players have the potential to be franchise players and be potential legends in the game.
Listening and watching on his laptop was Percy Jackson, a hockey hopeful from Goode High school. All he's ever wanted was to play in the Olympians Hockey League since the day he was born. His father a hockey legend, had begun teaching him how to play since the age of two. However a tragedy happened within the Jackson's home and his father was brutally murdered by an unknown assailant. Now more than ever, Percy Jackson's goal is to be in the Olympians Hockey League to make his father proud who is no longer on this earth right now. While also hoping to shut up the skeptics that have been a constant bother to him.
"And I'm back here with lead analyst, James Mayfield who is willing to present to us and the audience his top 50 board on the best Hockey Players around the globe." Percy was watching and analyzing the list intently and his name was nowhere to be seen. However, he did recognize two names. He's played against them before and both of these players made it to nationals. Jason Grace and Nico Di Angelo.
"Who do you think is going to be the number one overall pick, James?" Greg looked at James the lead analyst with undivided attention.
"Jason Grace. He is the bonafide number one best player on my board. Although he doesn't play the most important positon, he's definitely going to be an all-time great at his position. I like everything about him. He hails from Edgraton Day and Boarding School, which is known as a factory for amazing male athletes. What is there nothing to like about Grace? I like his size on the wings in the Olympian level, he's a whopping 6'3 and weighs a grand 210 pounds. All pure muscle no doubt." After the two analysts stopped drooling over the supposed number one prospect, Percy begins to doubt himself that he's even capable of getting selected when so many good players had entered this year.
The stream he was watching the draft on decided to go into commercial. Gods he detested when it did that. Well that's what happens when you try to watch it for free. Percy wasn't well off as his counterparts. Percy's father had a boat load of wealth, but he hadn't created a will for either his him or his mom so when his father died, the bank kept the money. There was no way to remotely convince the bank to give them the money. So Percy Jackson had to endure the hardship of poverty, facing the dangers of gangs, drugs, robbers, and burglars. He accepted that lifestyle and never complained. He has the bruises and small scars to prove it.
When the stream finally decided to get back to the draft, Percy's ears perked up. "Well Greg there are some steals in this draft. Percy Jackson is the one I'm looking out for. He is a generational talent, he has the potential to be great, perhaps the greatest of all time. But he has some red flags. He has all the physical tools in the world. He's a winger like Jason Grace. He's a decent 6'2 weighing a decent 200 pounds. But like the scouts and I have pointed out, he isn't the sharpest knife on the weapons rack. He needs to improve his hockey IQ. He's also prone to fighting which could lead to headaches for his coaches and his teammates. So whichever team selects him, beware."
Of course Percy would deny what all the analyst said about him, everything except that he could be great, potentially the best of the best. But Percy Jackson did have a mean streak. He was intimidating as they came. He of course caused headaches to his teammates and his coaches. But it wasn't because he didn't listen to his coaches or his teammates. Rather, everyone was up against him because he was so good. He was always targeted by everyone on the outside and the opposite team. Percy wasn't going to let anyone push him around, it was just his nature.
After a few minutes the draft began. Like the analysts had predicted from the beginning, Jason Grace went number one overall. The team hadn't announced it yet, but of course there were leaks. Percy waited for it to be official.
Coach Hedge, the best coach in all of the Olympians Hockey League stood up at the podium as he proudly said, "On behalf of the San Francisco Bolts we are pleased to select Jason Grace." Percy of course felt happy for the eighteen year old that was walking up to the podium. Not only was Grace good at hockey but he had everything going for him. His parents were extremely wealthy, he had the looks that could knockout an army of females. Something about his perfect complexion, blonde hair, lighting blue eyes, and his height seemed to do that to everyone. Percy was barely eligible to enter the draft, he was going to turn eighteen one month before the deadline.
Slowly but surely people were getting selected left and right. Nico Di Angelo went number three overall to the New York Valiant. The New York Valiant was Percy's hometown team, but it was a terrible one at that. They had won a grand total of Zero Golden Fleece Cups, not only that but they haven't made it past the second round of the playoffs.
The draft continued. Percy heard some of his friends get selected, all the while his phone was dead silent. It was getting to the final round and still no phone call. At this point, he decided to shut his laptop in anguish and fear, maybe he wasn't good enough after all. When he had finally gotten the courage to shut his laptop the draft was almost at an end. The very last pick still had to be announced, but he knew there was no chance it could be him. He didn't even know who had the last pick.
A minute past and his flip phone finally rang. He didn't have a smart phone simply enough because he nor his mother couldn't afford one. He was laughed at for being the only one to have a flip phone in high school. But he didn't care, it worked so he was pleased.
He finally had the courage to open the flip phone and answer. Percy realized that the number that was calling was indeed a New York number.
Percy Answered, "Hello?" He could hear music and some chatter in the background of this unknown caller.
"Yes, am I speaking to Percy Jackson?" The voice that had responded had a melodious and deep tone.
"Yes sir, may I ask who's speaking?" The man that was on the other end made a shhh sound to the people in the background.
"Yes it's Coach Brunner from the New York Valiant. We're pleased to inform you that you have been selected with our very last pick." I froze, I couldn't believe it. I was actually selected.
"Thank you so much sir." Percy noticed that his mother was looking attentively from the kitchen countertop. Percy motioned for his mom that he'll explain later.
Coach Brunner was telling him all the details of what he had to. Number one was to get an agent to negotiate contract details and such. Also to pack up because the team had already sent a driver to come pick him and to get ready for training camp. Percy said yes to everything Coach Brunner was saying until he finally hung up.
Percy's mother looked at his son worriedly because he was still in state of shock. "Mom, I just got drafted." His mother took a second to register what Percy had just said. The next thing he sees is his mother barreling to his son and giving him a bear hug.
He let go of his mother and went to open up his laptop. Coach Brunner was handing in the card to make it official. He maximized the laptop's volume as high as possible. "With the last pick of the draft, or shall we say Mr. Irrelevant the New York Valiant have selected Percy Jackson…"
A/N I don't know why I decided to make this haha. I just now got into hockey so I don't know. But either way it's a cool idea I have. If you like it please review so I know I'm not writing to myself xD