My Life as a Half-Blood
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians (Though it'd be awesome if I did).
Chapter One: I Own a Flaming Ax(e)
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Hey. My name's Zack Jones. I'm at my seventh year in school and I play my ax, guitar for you geeks, in my spare time. I live at a boarding school the orphanage sent me to after they deemed me "too troublesome", though I'm not complaining, that place was worse than the sewers. My dorm buddy and best friend is Nathan Pine.
"Zack you're going to be late again!" Nathan yelled in my ear. I bolted awake.
"What? It's time already?" I said as I checked the alarm clock. He was right, it was 8:03 AM. Class starts at 7:50 AM. That was the good thing about Nathan, he would always stay until I woke up, usually he was doing his homework last-minute. You see, I have this habit of waking up to the sun, and in the winter, it's not exactly the best habit which has gotten me in trouble more than once. I noticed I was still sleeping in my uniform.
"Oh well, saves time." I muttered to myself as I grabbed my books and we seperated.
"See you in Ancient History Nathan!" I yelled as I rushed to Math class and bursted in.
"Well, how nice of you to join us, twenty minutes late." Mrs. Hogan, my math teacher, said as the class laughed at what I thought was a not-even-funny-in-the-slightest statement. Math class was uneventful. Language Arts and Reading, painful since I was dyslexic. Finally came my favorite and best subject, Ancient History. We were beginning the Greek course with Mr. Brunner, our teacher who had come to substitute for a few months since the regular teacher was having a baby.
The class filed in and sat at the desks.
"Hey Nathan can you help me out with my Language Arts homework again? I don't get it, at all..." I whispered to Nathan as Mr. Brunner wheeled himself in. He had a wheelchair though he wouldn't say from what injury or why.
"Hey Zack, you're cool right? Meet me and my buds after curfew outside." Mike Sanchez whispered in my ear. He was a giant, muscular kid who hang around with other giant, muscular kids who lokoed as if they could rip apart a armored truck.
"Sure." I whispered back. I had never broken curfew but there were wild stories of huge parties that went on.
"Mr. Jones, no whispering allowed." Mr. Brunner said. "Now, Jamie will pass out the test." Everyone groaned as Jamie passed everyone a test.
I hate tests... I took one look at the test and began reading.
(Here is the first question I translated, what it really looked like took me seven minutes to decipher)
1) Who is the ruler of the Gods?
A) Hades
B) Zeus
C) Poseidon
D) Hera
This isn't too hard. I circled B and moved on. By the time I was down an hour later (dyslexia does that to you), all the answers I circled were "B". I passed in the test and waited impatiently for the bell to ring. After what felt like an hour but was really five minutes, the bell finally rang and we gathered our stuff and left. I ran to catch up with Nathan.
"Hey Nath, I'm going to meet Sanchez after curfew, want to come?" I asked. Nathan looked at me hard and seemed to laugh nervously.
"Zack, you know its against the rule to break curfew."
"I know, I know, but I want to see what it's like."
"Don't, besides, you know Sanchez is always up to no good."
"Fine, I won't go." I lied as we headed back to our dorms. Nathan didn't seem too convinced but didn't push any farther.
I started doing some Math homework, it was on metric conversions, but I stopped after the first problem.
"Who needs this in real life anyways?" I mumbled as I took out my guitar and started strumming some notes to a song I really liked, but I can't really remember the name too. Around 9:00PM, Nathan returned from wherever he was and immediatley went to bed. I waited some thirty minutes before curfew and another twenty minutes before Nathan started snoring and I felt it was okay to sneak out. I opened the window (we're on the first floor) and jumped out and closed it quietly. I headed towards the back where Sanchez had to told me to go. After a while I noticed I had kept my guitar with me and mentally smacked myself.
"Hey Zack over here!" Sanchez said in a carrying whisper.
I nodded and ran over but I thought something wasn't exactly, well, right. I walked up to them.
" 'Sup." I said casually as I walked towards them. Suddenly, they seemed to get bigger and started chuckling and cracking their knuckles.
"We will feast on your body half-blood!" One of them laughed.
"Are you guys retarded or something?" I just stared a minute before I realized they were serious as they drew long fourteen inch daggers made out of what seemed to be bronze. Sanchez and his pals didn't seem to like that and charged at me.
"Okayy...?" I thought outlouded as I ran up a tree and stayed in one of the branches out of their reach. "So... you guys are cannibals or something?" For some reason I felt no fear, well that is until one guy ripped the tree off the ground and threw it, with me on it! It hurt too. I got up slowly, cut up and bruised in at least ten places.
"What the hell? What are you?" I asked as I rasied my guitar, as if it would actually do something against giant, ten foot tall people with bulging muscles.
"What are we? Giants my dear boy." Sanchez grinned as one of the other giants charged me. Suddenly a hole appeared in its chest and it disappeared. Sanchez growled menacingly and looked at me as if I did it. I gulped as another Giant charged me. I swung my guitar at it and its head came clean off. My ax, was well, a flaming axe. I gaped at it for a full minute before this girl with a Yankee's cap showed up next to me.
"Come on we have to go!" The girl stared at me with grey eyes. I was confused by all this happening at once and said the only thing I thought up.
"Yankees suck."
The girl just rolled her eyes at me and two Giants charged her while Sanchez headed straight for me.
"Two half-bloods!" Sanchez roared. "Kronos will be pleased!" He threw the knife at me, which forced me to roll to the side, accidentally torching the ground with my axe I mean the weapon not the guitar, as he pulled out a two-handed sword and charged me. Now I've watched tons of action movies but I had no clue how you were supposed to block a sword with an axe. I raised the bladed part of it to meet the sword. Sanchez just kneed me in the stomache, which was enough to send me flying back into the fence surrounding campus. I cried out in pain and spat something out into my hand. It was a tooth. By the time I looked up Sanchez was only five meters away from me. Now f I convert that into feet to see the range of my axe... Damn! You do need this stuff in real life! I waited until Sanchez was a closer and swung my axe in a circle around me. Sanchez laughed and blocked it and raised his sword above me and struck down. I dropped to the ground and rolled to the side, torching more school property. Sanchez backed away from the fire. I stood up and took my chance and tried to cut off his arm. I hit the hilt of the sword and watched it fly over the fence. Suddenly, a huge force was sent into my stomache as I got punched. I dropped the axe as Sanchez hooked me in face. I fell and started coughing up blood. I'm pretty sure I got a concussion too. Sanchez laughed as he tried to step on me. I rolled to the side and kicked him. It didn't even faze him as he stepped on my chest. The pain, well, it hurt a lot. I was seeing blood as three arrows whizzed into Sanchez's chest. He began creaking forward and fell into me, which would've probably squished me to death, but when he landed on me, he blew up into dust. I remembered seeing a horse before I blacked out. Yeah, although I think having a concussion and blacking out isn't the best thing.
I opened my eyes again and found myself looking at Mr. Brunner, except it was Mr. Brunner with a horse's body.
"Wahhh?" I managed. My guitar was next to me just a guitar and I was obviously not in Campus, more like a infirmary or... was it true?
"I'm not insane!I don't wanna live in an asylum!" I yelled.
"Jeez, calm down." I felt a light punch to the back of my head. It hurt. It was the girl from back at the school. The one who wore the Yankees cap, Yankees SUCK!
"Owwww... Huh? Where am I anyways? And who are you?" I ignored the pain in my head and sat up. "And what was that back there? And you're a half-horse Mr. Brunner?"
The girl and Mr. Brunner gave me a weird look before they replied.
"You're at Camp Half-Blood in New York, I'm Annabeth Chase." The girl replied.
"And, my true name is "Chiron" not Mr. Brunner." Mr. Brunner chuckled slightly. "Annabeth, would you report Zack to Mr. D?"
Suddenly they started looking above me. I looked up. There was a laurel wreath.
"Well that narrows it down lots..." Annabeth said sarcastically. Then a bow and arrow set showed up.
Mr. Bru- I mean Chiron looked at me. "Welcome, Son of Apollo.
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Author's Note: Well, my first try at a decent story. I know its not too good, but constructive criticism would be awesome! And, Yankees do suck, Red Sox all the way!