Percy Jackson: Alternate Story Line
Wave-Breaker
Prologue
The Olympian Council, at the end of the last Olympian
Percy's POV
I just stood there for a second, not quite believing what Zeus had just told me.
A god. I could be a god.
I'm not sure what came over me. Something rose up, and screamed: "DO IT!" I held back for a second, and thought about my friends. Then the voice went from loud, and hungry, to logical. "Think about it. It's unlikely that they'll make you a major god, and you've seen how much gods go down to Earth. Why should you be any different?" My willpower crumbled. "I accept."
I got mixed vibes about that from the other people in the room. Most of the gods simply seemed happy to give me the gift. Ares had a glint in his eyes that told me to learn how to fight fast. Athena had a type of satisfaction to her expression, as though she had been hoping for this. Poseidon seemed proud, and held himself a little bit higher (which would have seemed impossible if I hadn't seen it). Behind me, I heard Grover give out a bleat of shock, and happiness. There was a slight sob from somewhere, but there was no one where it had come from. I thought it must have been my imagination.
Everyone else cheered, and swarmed forward to congratulate me. "The ceremony shall be performed in one week! Percy shall remain with us until then!" Zeus said, and it was at that moment that I realized it. Annabeth had disappeared.
Chapter 1
3 years later
Annabeth's POV
There are two things I hate in this world. One of those is being woken up at half-past 3:00 AM, especially when it's because someone's crying. I looked around the room.
Nobody else seemed to be waking up, and for reasons I couldn't understand; I felt the extreme need to help whoever the hell was crying outside the Athena cabin at half-past 3.
"This had better be important." I grumbled, as I walked over to the door. I didn't see anyone, but the noise was coming from right in front of me. Then I looked down.
There was a little, cliché basket at my feet, with a note attached to the handle, and a "caution: fragile" sticker on the side. I had a horrible feeling about this.
I picked my way through the 500 blankets (the poor thing must have been boiling, even if it was the day before Christmas). I finally got to the bottom, and for a second as I took off the last blanket; I was on a beach, with the cold, salty sea breeze rushing over my face, and seagulls calling in the sky.
I gasped as I came back to reality. The image had been so real. The sand beneath my feet, the sound of the rolling waves, the sunset sky… Then I remembered that there was a small child in front of me, who I had just relieved of blankets in the middle of winter.
I brought the kid inside the cabin, and wrapped him up in about a tenth of the blankets than it had had originally. I looked at the baby more closely now. He was maybe six months or so, with black hair. I couldn't see his eyes, because he was still crying. He had a face that suggested a sort of cold, indifferent frown. He was still pretty cute though.
I did my best to get him to stop crying, but in the end, I settled for listening to my ipod with the volume turned up. Eventually he drifted off to sleep, and I could to.
Percy's POV
"You gave him to WHO!" I yelled, staring at Aphrodite with utter disbelief. "Oh, give me a break, I'm the goddess of love. It's a knee jerk reaction."
"Ugh. Athena is going to kill me." I said with a sort of hollow feeling in my stomach. "I'll never be able to justify this to her. Even if I tell her it was your idea."
Annabeth's POV
Canoeing is my least favorite class, so I guess it figures that it happened during canoeing. I was out on the lake, pushing my paddle through the water, when a giant orca whale surfaced right next to me, and started swimming in formation with everyone else.
Now when I say huge, I don't mean regular male-orca-with-a-six-foot-dorsal-fin big. I mean bigger-than-a-Blue-Whale big. I was just starting to wonder how something that size could even swim right in the canoe lake, when I got this feeling that I should get off my canoe, grab the thing's dorsal fin, and hang on as tight as humanly possible. So of course I complied, and was immediately pulled underwater. Don't ask me how I could breath, or how the pressure didn't seem to affect me as we dived deeper, and deeper. I was confused to.
The thing I really wanted to know was why I had wanted to do this at all. It was like I had suddenly forgotten that anything bad would come of abandoning my cabin to go underwater on the back of a giant killer-whale with no warning.
Yeah, I wasn't trying my best not to scream. That would be weird.