The Son of Neptune
Percy
I felt like I had just signed my death certificate as I flew through mid air for half a second, quickly putting the tray under me. My head jolted back as I hit the steep rocky cliff. The tray, as it slid against the grass, weeds, and rock, wasn't the easiest thing to keep hold of, but it didn't crumple or dent. I could here screams of annoyance above me, but I was to concentrated on keeping my life that I didn't look back.
Suddenly I had a quick flashback to a scene that had taken place a few years previously. I saw a girl with short jet black hair and a tired yet raged look on her face struggling against a tall blond guy with a white scar on his face on a cliff. His name flashed in my head; Luke. Then I saw him being pushed over the cliff and dropping to his death on the rocks. Yet I knew at that moment, he did not die. Then the thought popped in my head that we had something in common, we were both dipped in the River Styx. I would survive.
Now the bottom of the cliff quickly approached me. I braced myself for impact which was pretty hard to do considering the fact that I had nothing to brace with. This was gonna hurt. Then moments after I had prayed to whatever god may hear me, I could feel myself slowing slightly. It wasn't enough to keep my impact to the ground from hurting, but it was enough, that when I did hit it, I would be conscious. SMACK! The bottom of the tray hit the ground first at an angle, which sent me flying at a fast rate. The side of my body hit the ground first and would have broken my arm and few ribs, but thankfully I was covered by some pretty good magical health insurace. Thank the gods for the River Styx. I was dazed as I limply lifted my chest off the ground and breathed in harshly. Ugh, I didn't feel so great. I slowly got on to my knees then collapsed onto the ground, this might take a few minutes to get over.
Then when I just started to feel some of the discomfort in my chest disappear and was able to breath better, I heard foot steps rush toward me.