Third Person POV
Percy fingered the ring box in his pocket, and smiled to himself. It was soft and had smoothness smoother than the smoothest, calmest lake. Which is exactly what Annabeth represented. He didn't care if he was making a sight in camp, addressing the fact that he was limping and had a huge gash on his stomach that just wouldn't stop bleeding. If he had not been wearing a huge, baggy red wind jacket, the blood would have been seen spreading on his orange Camp Half-Blood T-shirt. And why, did he have these injuries? Simple. He arrived back from a quest in Tartarus. And, there were multiple reasons he went. For one, he was to find a piece of wood- well, it was a shield… but… Anyhow, another reason was to get a permit from Athena to get Annabeth's hand in marriage. There was some unknown presence, and Athena was yearning to know. As a result, Percy was sent to investigate. (Guess Athena was so desperate to know about it. Well, it still is rare that Athena doesn't know something anyway.) It turned out to be really nasty, and Percy found himself in the middle of a full-blown fight, Titans against one demigod. There were Krios, Kronos, and Hyperion, (seriously, when did they come back on this world again?) along with some titans Percy had never heard of. With dear weapons at hands, everything was spattered in blood, red and gold. Kronos had, in fury, charged before anything was clear, and a gash on his precious stomach was created. Hyperion had made it bloody, and burned everyone. Flames of deadly crimson was seen rising through the devilish lands.
The third, and most important reason, was because the Olympians were suspecting that Chaos, the creator, was helping the primordial and Titans. Percy was familiar, well if you could call it familiar, with Tartaurus.
Due to spraining his ankle, (and stubbornly refusing to use crutches afterward in the infirmirary, saying it made him look weak), he ended up making himself a makeshift cast until the scheduled help arrived. (Not that he needed any.) Limping to the beach, he sat down on the soft, pale sand, and let the water rush through his sore, tired feet. The setting sun painted beautiful colors on the calmly swaying sea and the canvas of the sky. Mesmerized by the beauty, he stayed there staring at the waves, wondering what was going on down under. He was rudely broken out of his trance when he heard some people making out furiously behind some bushes. Percy was inclined to ignore it, but his ADHD forced him to check it out. So, he snuck on as quietly as possibly from behind, and stumbled back in surprise at what he saw. There sat Annabeth sucking the face off what seemed like Percy's twin. Stepping on a twig, the couple's heads' snapped toward the intruder.
Then shock pulsed through every body.
"P-Percy? But how?" Annabeth had tears pouring down her face now, scared and regretful.
"Explain. Now!" Percy snarled, not wanting to be a soft guy, like he used to be.
"Step away from her!" Percy's look-alike brandished a sword at him.
"No," Percy stated firmly. In one clear swipe, the stranger cut Percy's leg, only to be slapped by Annabeth.
"STAY AWAY FROM HIM, SAMUEL! HOW DARE YOU! "She screeched. Samuel gaped like a fish, but moved back. Percy summoned the sea water calmly, and stood there as icy, lithe tendrils curled around his ankles, dissolving the wound into nothing.
"I understand… Percy… Where were you? Chiron said it was top-secret."
"Tartarus," he replied with a dismissive wave. "But it's over now."
"Why?" Annabeth asked, trying to keep her horror from showing on her face.
"So that's the Percy you're talking about, eh?" Samuel mused." Looks nothing like me"
"Stop butting in!" Percy grimaced. "Annabeth, please explain."
"W-Well, you left, and then he came. At first I couldn't look at him, i-it just reminded me that you could be d-dead." she hiccupped. "But then, I found the whole camp on his side, only me defending you. And then, I-I-I just found myself falling for him, and I thought you would never come back…" her voice trailed off after seeing Percy's face.
"So you don't trust me?" Percy's voice was a low whisper, a broken look on his face.
"N-No! That's not it! It's just because…" she lowered her gaze, "I don't have feelings for you anymore." Then, she grinned. "Isn't that right, traitor? You betrayed us to the Titans, right? The whole camp knows. And, Lord Poseidon has personally come to claim Samuel. See, over there. Care to join our cheering?" Percy stumbled back in horror. So this is what they think of me. Nothing more than a traitor. Annabeth's change in attitude prompted his mind to react. Bipolar. He was brought back to the present by a sharp object pricking his right bicep. He lowered his gaze, only to find his arm covered with a sticky red substance.
"Why, Annabeth. Why?" Percy murmured. Taking out the ring, he flung it as far as he could into the depths of the deep blue using his bleeding right. Summoning water to heal his wound, he now realized the wound was a word carved into his skin. It read, 'TRAITOR' in big, bold, letters. He looked around, only to find the beach deserted.
A cheer erupted to his right. Looking in that direction, he found Poseidon's arm slung around an evilly grinning Samuel. "BEHOLD, "Poseidon boomed. "MY FAVORITE SON, SAMUEL ADAMS!" Percy crept into the crowd, but did not go unnoticed by Poseidon. "PERCY JACKSON! I, POSEIDON, HEREBY DISOWN YOU! YOU ARE CHARGED GUILTY OF SPYING ON US; YOU WILL HAVE YOUR TRIAL ON MT. OLYMPUS TOMORROW! " Choruses of collective gasps were heard throughout the crowd.
"Now, I must take my leave. Farewell!" Percy bit his lip, keeping his tears way back into his head. He ran back to his cabin, only to find his bunk ransacked. His belongings were scattered across the floor, and pictures on his wall shattered. He grabbed his medical kit, one spare pair of clothes, tossed them in a drawstring bag, and then set off.
Not caring about a thing in the world, he was snapped abruptly out of his stupor when he came face-to-face with none other than a band of primordials, containing Nyx, Aether, and numerous other ones.
"Time to get revenge, tourist," Nyx snarled, apparently still having not got over the fact that she was tricked.
"What do you want?" Percy demanded, uncapping his pen.
"Orders of our dear prince of Kronos," Hemera smiled sweetly.
"Who is it?" The raven-haired boy, for once, was yearning to know.
"Why, it's none other than your dear half -brother, Samuel Adams!" Aether cheerfully slung an arm over Nyx's shoulder, who immediately swatted it away. "Orders to kill. Yipee!" He grinned widely, and said, "your move first, sis!"
Immediately, Nyx lounged and slammed the defenseless Percy against a tree. Feeling his head banging on the tree and the overwhelming pressure on his throat, he lost consciousness.
Percy woke right in time to see a midnight black sword coming right at him, and after that, blackness began eating away at his vision, soon engulfing him in a blessed darkness.
The next day on Olympus…. Samuel's POV "WHY doesn't that traitor come?" Zeus demanded, his fingers drumming impatiently on his throne.
'Why simple, uncle. I sent a group of primordial to finish him.
Having been Lord Kronos's favorite for a long time, he made me second-in-command, meaning I had control of absolutely everything except for lord Kronos himself. Well, even though I had a high spot in power, I still could not change the fact that the primordial were absolutely STUBBORN. It didn't help that
Aether was so immature, or that the fact that Order was rising, though it was good to have an ally. But, Order, was selfish and wanted to bring these weaklings down themselves when we talked together. So, it just might end up as a three-way war. We planned to have a good, long, bloody, victorious war with those weak gods. But now, I don't know if it will actually turn out the way we planned it to be. I knew personally that the-fake-traitor-but everyone-believed-he-actually-was-half-brother would not be coming anytime soon. It was I who tipped them off; by saying he was gone because he was a spy. The stupid gods believed me at once. They fall for everything, probably too desperate. Hah, my Lord Kronos is the king of titans, though many believed not. I have manipulated everyone. Now, everyone calls me the hero of Olympus, just like that traitor-of -a-brother (or, everyone thought so) was called.
"Very well! Since that arrogant brat will not come, I shall make him!" After he waited for a quite a long time. 'Zeus,,you're such an idiot. Even if you summon him, he will not be alive. Be a little more realistic. You will have summoned him for nothing.' I thought. I had a mental list of what to do to that dumb enemy brother of mine.
Step 1. Steal his girlfriend and friends.
Step 2. Tip off everyone about him being the spy. That was easier than I thought. I mean, the gods fall for everything.
Step 3 was harder, I admit. Convincing a bunch of Primordials to kill a demigod 'hurt their pride'. It was only after Kronos had a private talk with them that they agreed. Oh, well, I guess I've never been the social type anyway. Though, stealing Annabeth was a lot easier. Just, break her computer, then tell her 'Percy came back and broke it' Then, all I had to do was tell her not to tell that idiot of a half-brother anything. For a wisdom spawn, she's pretty dull. Well, I have to thank her for that.
"PERSEUS, COME HERE THIS INSTANT!" When that dumb brother of mine still did not show, Zeus teleported him to this tiny cupboard, only to find him dead on the floor. Well, it seemed to everyone else that he was sleeping. "GET UP, PERSEUS, AND BOW!" Zeus boomed.
I went over and kicked him onto his back. A midnight black sword was found sticking out of his chest. The area around the wound was an unnatural shade of green. It now was clear he was dead.
"PERCY!" The daughter of Zeus and the son of Hades shrieked, only to be glared at by the entire throne room. Oh, well. I couldn't locate those two. That son of Hades, Nick, or something? Anyways, he was always somewhere or another, I couldn't find out his exact location ever. He was always one place or another. As for that daughter of Zeus, she would go to the meetings, but whenever the topic even slightly hinted at my prop material being a traitor, she would put on her headphones and listen to Greenday at full blast. Stubborn. That's all I can say about her. I don't know how she managed to not fall for me, but, all I can say is that this is not good. Two spawn of the Big Three resistant? Not. Good.
"Wow, Chimera poison! Must of hurt a lot!" Athena smiled, noting the shade of green on his chest.
"Well, at least , we don't have to deal with killing that punk. Whoever killed him, we ought to thank him," Ares muttered.
'You're very welcome, war god.' I thought, feeling satisfied with the Primordials. At least, until, that hearth goddess spoke up.
" He's not the culprit. He's innocent. Pain. So much pain," she murmured. She prodded the fire a few times.
"What do you mean, sister?" Zeus asked, clearly disturbed by the fact that he could be wrong.
'Damn you!' I thought, in panic. If this keeps up...
"IT MEANS YOU'VE GOT THE WRONG PERSON! YOU'VE UNKNOWINLY PUT THE BLAME ON A COMPLETELY IN-NO-CENT PERSON! HE'S HURT! BETRAYED! HE LOST EVERYTHING , HIS GIRLFRIEND, HIS FRIENDS, HIS COLLEAUGES," she calmed down, but was immediately hit with a wave of sadness. "And his parents. He lost his beloved parents…HE CAME BACK, ONLY TO BE KILLED TWO HOURS LATER! WITHOUT KNOWING THAT HIS PARENTS ARE NO LONGER ON THIS WORLD!" If she keeps this up…People will naturally suspect me, seeing as the rumors started from me….. "Apollo, you should know that, shouldn't you? I'm not lying, right?"
"Um, no, you're not," he said, apparently still shaken by his aunt's behavior.
"We don't need him! He's just a scrawny spawn of Poseidon that can't hold a sword properly!" I hastily amended. All their attention was on me, so no one noticed the little poof of smoke as that boy's body disappeared.
"Or are you just talking about yourself?" An unfamiliar voice called out.