I Do Not Own Percy Jackson. (If I Did The Whole Thing Would Suck Horribly) Rick Riordan Owns Not Me.
This is my first story so hope you like it.
Prologue
Percy's P.O.V.
There I was sitting on the beach with my beautiful girlfriend Annabeth Chase. The 2nd Giant War was finally over. I had defeated Gaea and her army saving the world again. All of the cabin leaders in Camp Half-Blood and the seven heroes of Olympus were granted immortality. Since then it has been 100 years of peace with camp.
Annabeth and I were on the perfect date. Her head was leaning against my chest as we watched the sunset. The ocean was beautiful as the sun made it sparkle. This was the perfect date, and I could tell she was enjoying it. The whole area was calm until suddenly an arrow came out of nowhere hitting Annabeth in the stomach.
Right away I turned around to face a mysterious opponent that brought down their sword nearly killing me. I had moved just in time to block another slash using my trusty sword Riptide.
Then the figure and I fought. I slashed using fury and rage wanting to kill this person for shooting Annabeth, while my opponent was as calm as ever. Eventually, I tried to jab at his stomach, but he disarmed me sending Riptide onto the ground. His sword was pointed to my neck, but as he was about to deliver the final blow, I jumped into my father's domain giving me strength. Then I grabbed my sword and gave my all. I was sending him back blocking and slashing with no cut visible, while he was covered in cuts. When I had disarmed him, I was about to finish this once and for all, until I heard someone yell, "STOP!"
I turned around to see a girl with a mask covering her face holding a half-conscious Annabeth with a dagger at her neck.
"Surrender Percy Jackson, or your girlfriend here loses her head", threatened the girl.
Pain filled my eyes knowing that I only had one choice. "I swear on the River Styx that I will surrender if only you swear that you and your friends will take me and leave Annabeth and the camp alone", I bargained.
"Fine, I swear on the River Styx that my friends and I will leave the camp after your surrender."
With that, I stepped out of the water and dropped my weapons. Right away the boy who I nearly killed pinned me to the floor and cuffed my hands in what felt like rubber and metal. Then he pulled me up and patted me down for any more weapons. As he began, I realized that I had made a mistake. There was a small velvet box in my pocket that held something for Annabeth. When the boy found the box, he grinned with true evil and pulled it out. He studied the box until he opened it and laughed. When I thought this couldn't get any worse, I saw the boy walk over to Annabeth and shoved the ring I made for her in her face.
I saw a tears form in Annabeth's stormy gray eyes and I knew what she was about to say. Then Mr. Cruel (the boy) close the box harshly and threw it as far as he can into the ocean. Annabeth started to sob, then the girl holding her hit Annabeth with the hilt of her dagger knocking her unconscious. Seeing that made anger build up inside me wanting to murder whoever these people are. Before I had a chance to say anything, I saw another boy walk up and spoke with his friends. His face was covered, so I didn't recognize him.
All I could do was watch Annabeth probably for the last time before I die. I saw the boy (not Mr. Cruel) walk up to me and chant something in ancient Greek. As he chanted I watched Annabeth's perfect blonde curls around her head and her beautiful face. When I took my glance off of Annabeth and onto the chanting boy, I realized that I felt a lot sleepier and really confused. Many questions flew into my head and I felt myself drift away.
Where am I?
What's happening?
Who are these people?
Who is that girl laying on the beach?
A.N. MWAHAHA I just had to ruin it right there for you. Please review and stuff, tell me what you would like to happed and if you ask questions I will surely answer them in the next chapter. Thanks for reading.