Author's note:
Hi guys this is my first fanfic so please no rude and overly-negative comments. And please ABSOLUTELY NO VULGARITIES unless you want to be deemed an idiot. Or reported to authorities. So sorry, I am totally against those retarded words. Anyway, here's the thing: Percy Jackson and friends want to celebrate the defeat of Kronos the summer after the Titan War. Percy got through one year of school without getting into serious trouble, got hooked up with Annabeth, got along with his new stepfather Paul Blofis, and was heading back to his favourite camp for the summer. What could go wrong? A lot of course, He's Percy Jackson. And he finds out that the Titan Lord had left him a little something to remember him by. A curse.
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson. All rights go to Rick Riordan. That guy rocks.
Chapter 1: I Pass Out First Thing in the Summer
Hey guys, remember me? Perseus Jackson, at your service! If you guys read the last book, you'd know that that summer was one of the craziest summers I'd ever had. The Titan War, the Great Prophecy, me defeating Kronos, Luke being the hero, and other stuff I do not think needs to be put into detail. Anyway, I was waiting for my last school day to end. It was only a few more minutes, but hey, being ADHD doesn't exactly make you the most patient person on the planet. I can't believe I actually made it through one full year without getting kicked out! Great! And once that bell rang I would be free! I'd be off home to get ready then my mom would drive me back to the best place on Earth, Camp Half-Blood. I couldn't wait to see everyone, I can't help missing all of them, Grover, Tyson, Chiron, Blackjack, Nico…heck, I even miss Clarisse right now! But most of all, I couldn't wait to see Annabeth. We'd finally gotten together. That's just perfect!
The bell rang and I bolted out of the door before more than three people in my class stood up. I was too excited. I rushed down the stairs too fast and tripped, landing flat on my face. It didn't hurt, thanks to my Curse of Achilles, but frankly, I never need to know what the floor tasted like. For the record, it tasted gross. Gotta remember to be more careful unless I wanted that experience again.
I found Paul waiting for me outside school. How he got out earlier than I did, I don't know. But that barely mattered. He was there smiling and ready to take me home. Let me tell you, I've got way more respect for him now after seeing the way he down a few monsters last year with that sword he borrowed. Mom was pretty cool with that shotgun too. Wonder what she did with it anyway…
Anyway, we got home pretty quickly. Paul knew the fastest route back. One of the good things about your teacher also being your stepfather.
Mom was just taking something that smelled like celebration cake out of the oven. Today was worth celebrating. As I said earlier, I finally made it through a full year of school! That deserves some of my Mom's awesome blue cake right?
"Hi boys!" she greeted us. Paul and I returned the greeting and Paul did a little extra by planting a small kiss on her cheek. Didn't like seeing that, but Mom's happy, so I bear with it.
"Lunch plus celebration cake would be done in a minute. You two boys go wash up before I bring out the gun." I really hoped she was joking, but I decided not to find out. I washed up with a quick shower and got dressed into my camp clothes. Orange Camp Half-Blood T-shirt and jeans. Paul looked really fresh after he was done too. He was wearing a normal shirt and Bermudas, which I totally favoured over his work clothes. I may have gotten used to it by now, but I really don't need to be reminded that my stepdad was also my English teacher 24/7.
We talked about a lot of stuff during lunch, and the cake was awesome. I'll never get tired of my Mom's cooking. By the way, she published her novel and it was an instant hit! She was so happy when she found out she tackled both me and Paul at once, and I nearly got crushed under two full-grown adults. And just so you know, my Achilles spot was killing me then with it pressed to the floor like that. It's surprising I survived that. Of course Mom was apologizing for days after that, although I didn't blame her. She finally got her dream after all. I was really happy for her and I bet Paul felt the same. Poseidon dropped in a few times, which didn't really make Paul too happy, but it still felt great to finally feel like Dad really cared. That year was the best of my life. However, little did I know that the summer was going to be one of my worst ever.
After we were done stuffing ourselves, Mom told me to get ready for camp. She may as well not have said anything, because I was already ready. My bag was packed with everything I needed and Riptide was in my pocket. I really couldn't wait. But as I walked out the doorway to our apartment, I felt a weird sensation which made me feel uneasy. I felt like I was doing something I shouldn't, that if I did whatever it was, I'd have to suffer serious concequences. But what was it I'm not supposed to do, I don't know. So I tried my best to ignore the feeling as I got into the car. I said nothing to my parents, not wanting to worry them before I even got near camp, and tried to act as casual as possible.
As we got closer to camp, however, that feeling got stronger and stronger, to the point where it began to feel physically painful. My chest began to burn and my vision got a little blurry. A clutched the front of my shirt tightly, hoping in vain for the pain to go away. It didn't, but I still tried my best not to let on. When Mom looked over at me, I simply told her I was hot and rolled down the window a bit, flapping my shirt. She raised an eyebrow but told me not to overwhelm myself. I nodded to her before she turned back to face the windscreen. I winced as the pain in my chest got worse. Gods, what was happening?
When we reached the camp borders, I got myself and my stuff out. The pain was still there, but I figured that once I got into camp and ate some ambrosia I'd be fine. Mom told me I looked pale, but I just brushed it aside, saying that my claustrophobia caused that, due to being in the car too long. By then, my vision was so blur I couldn't tell if she was convinced or not, so I just smiled. She gave me a kiss goodbye then got back in the car, shouting at me to be careful and she was probably waving too, so I waved and shouted that I'd try to not kill myself. When the car disappeared from sight, I walked towards the camp. I crossed the borders of the camp, glancing at the Golden Fleece left hanging on Thalia's pine tree. I smiled at the memory of that quest. Sure it was dangerous, and Grover nearly got married off to or eaten by that Cyclops Polyphemus, but it was fun in some ways, I guess. Then I felt the pain again. It was far more intense now, far worse than it was before I entered the camp. I needed some ambrosia. So I staggered to the Big House. But before I got there Annabeth tackled me.
"PERCY~!" she yelled, "Long time no see Seaweed Brain!"
"H-Hi there…Wise Girl…" I managed to say. Suddenly the pain exploded in my chest. I lost my footing and had to grab onto Annabeth. She got worried at once, noticing that I obviously was not okay. She started yelling something, but I couldn't hear what she said exactly even though she was right next to me. I was losing consciousness, and the last thing I thought before I blacked out completely was 'Great, not here five minutes and I'm already worrying my girlfriend.'