Author's note
Hi guys! So First Fanfic. This is set in the late medivel period. Don't worry, there is Percabeth, maybe some Frazel, Jasper, probably Reynico. I would appreciate any help in making this my writing better. So this is just the introduction, and I'mma just going to say, I sound greedy, but I want 5 reviews to continue. Let me know about anything in this fanfic that is problematic, and send me your ideas for the plot. YOU CAN HELP MAKE THE PLOT BY PMing THE AUTHOR. DO IT NOW. Thankyou for reading
Disclaimer: I don't own PJO, I only own the plot. Now don't sue me Hyperion books.
Introduction
Large Looms and thick smoke, the beginning of the industrial revolution! The air is filled with the cluttering of machinery as the pumps continuously function.
However, this is only in England, we are about to go to somewhere else, somewhere: more secluded, this is a tale of a boy called Percy, Perseus "Percy" Jackson: in the Caribbean's, in one secluded island way below it.
Cluck, Cluck, Cluck; you have no idea how annoying chickens are, with their constant clucking. Perseus Jackson wakes up to that every single morning, it's not exactly a pleasant experience.
Perseus Jackson lives on a farm in the tiny island of Porto de San Olympia. The island has the head count of 30, just barely a small village. He lives with his mom, Sally Jackson; His father is in the navy. He has sea-green eyes and black hair, and his skin was a light tan from working in the fields all day. He just turned 16 yesterday.
It was all the same routine every day, he wakes up, feeds the chickens, eats breakfast, plow the fields, say hi to the inspector, eat lunch, water the field, weed the garden, and then go to bed. But on his 16th birthday, he wished for adventure, and the fates did exactly that.
Crack! Boom! It was two AM, Perseus woke up, startled! "The Spanish are coming!" The alarm was raised! He saw the menacing flags even from here. The Spanish took the gold, nothing more and they murdered millions of people for the precious metal!
Porta de San Olympia was a constant wave of unrest. First the French and British, Then the Americans and the British, Then the Spanish and the Americans, and now the British and the Spanish! It hid vast amount of gold but the political tension made it impossible to mine it.
Most everyone gave up trying to mine its riches, but not the big three, British, Spanish, and American.
It was not uncommon for cannon fire, nor was it for Spanish fleets. But this time was different. There was no other major power competing. The only reason that the colony survives was because of the tension between major powers. But however, this time: The Spanish wants to, can, and will slaughter all the inhabitants.
And that was exactly what they did. Percy managed to hide in a box, but it turns out; Percy wasn't the only one in the box. "Ow!" Exclaimed Grover! Percy somehow managed to step on best friend's foot. His best friend since when they were 7.
"What are you doing here"? Asked Grover.
Percy immediately snapped back "What are you doing here?"
"Touché." Grover replied after some thought.
Whatever Percy was going say to next was immediately interrupted by sounds of screaming, and horrible sights which no child see when they peeked out of the box. It's too horrible to describe. And then they immediately sat back down into the box.
They spent the night just listening to the sounds. It was horrible, but it was all they could do. He heard his mother scream, he wanted to help. But he knew that would only get him killed. The boy cringed and covered ears to block the noise.
Author's note
Kindof horrible ending, but hey, I'm trying. Review and ideas! Send them in!