My spinoff of Percy Jackson series. It takes place after the Lost Hero (the first book in the second series). I don't own anything. I took some liberties with mythology and stuff.
Chapter I-The Messenger
When Percy remembered it later, he would say that it all started when the messenger appeared at the top of Half-Blood Hill.
The messenger was of average height, about five foot eight, fit, looked about fifteen years old, and seemed to be Latino with tan skin and dark curly hair. He was wearing a loose white t shirt and brown cargo shorts, as well as a long black cape. He held a wooden walking stick in his right hand, a scroll in his left, and was surveying the hill confidently. Percy figured he had to have been a half blood because of the sword on his belt, but he had never seen him before.
The messenger spotted Percy and waved him over. Hesitantly, Percy looked around. It was dark, and everyone else was in their cabins. Percy was only outside because he needed some time alone, especially as he had just gotten his memory back. There was so much he needed to mull over. Absentmindedly, he grasped his lethal pen Riptide. If this guy was trouble, Percy decided, he wouldn't suspect Percy of being able to defend himself.
"I demand to see Chiron immediately," The messenger ordered. Percy was taken by surprise at the powerful and somewhat harsh tone.
"Who're you?" Percy asked.
"My name is Enrique, but that is not important. What is important, however, is that I see Chiron right now." Percy shrugged.
"I'm Percy. And fine, I'll take you. But walk in front of me, where I can see you." He added as an afterthought. Enrique grinned a wily smile, as if he approved of Percy's suspicion.
"Very well, although it will be difficult for you to lead me there if you are following me." Percy groaned inwardly at the logic.
"Side by side," He compromised.
In the few minutes it took to get to the Big House, neither of them said a word. The messenger didn't even look at Percy once, focused on only the path. Percy on the other hand, stole several glances at Enrique, trying to figure out his parentage.
"Chiron?" Percy called hesitantly at the door. "Chiron? He added loudly, deciding not to care about disturbing anyone's sleep, an offense that would probably have gotten him blasted to pieces if Mr. D was still in charge. Through the door, Percy heard the clip-clop of horse hooves, and Chiron opened the door. The centaur was wearing a long bathrobe and an eye mask.
"How can I help you, Percy?" He asked, not sounding the least bit annoyed. Then he saw Enrique. His eyes narrowed, lingering on the walking stick.
"My name is Enrique. I bear a message for the director of Camp Half-Blood." Enrique said confidently, emphasizing his words by pounding the walking stick on the ground. When he moved the stick, Chiron actually flinched.
"Well," Chiron said. "You better come inside. Percy, go get Annabeth, and return here. Don't worry about me." He opened the door wide so the messenger could come inside, and closed it before Percy could say a word.
Two minutes later, Percy returned with Annabeth, who had become instantly alert when he had told her about the strange messenger. They entered the threshold of the Big House to find an argument taking place between the two.
"We will get our due, centaur!" Enrique yelled, smashing his fist. They were talking over the conference table where meetings were held. The walking stick was propped up in a corner. The scroll of parchment lay between them, and on closer inspection Percy could see it was made out of something he had never seen before.
"What's the scroll made out of?" He asked Annabeth softly.
"Papyrus," She replied.
It was then that the two noticed Percy and Annabeth's presence.
"Hello children," Chiron said, controlling his voice. "As you know by now, we have a visitor. I am afraid, however, that we do not see eye to eye at the moment. May I introduce-"
"Enrique Leon, son of Anubis, Egyptian god of funerals."