Mortals Read the Last Olympian
I'm back! And I have a new story! Whoopee! I decided to do this because today is August eighteenth, at least for me, which means it's Percabeth's anniversary! *Fangirl squeal*
You guys actually have no idea how many stories I have written that haven't been published. It's so I'm not overwhelmed in pressure to update, but yeah. This is just a side project; something to do if I'm suffering from writers block and want to update something. So, yeah, no regular updates.
But, on to the storyline!
At the end of the Giant War (I'm going to presume a) the gods win and b) all the Seven survive. Don't like, don't read) Gaea, as she goes back to sleep, pulls one final trick. She removes the Mist, and the gods can't seem to get it back! Agh! Anyway, Percy goes back to Goode and they read . . . Yes, you guessed it, The Last Olympian! Whoopee! (Wow I say that a lot. . .) but only because I'm too lazy to do the others before it. I may do the Son of Neptune and the Mark of Athena, and maybe the House of Hades and whatever happens to be the fifth one, if I feel like it. I may change a few things, just coz I feel like it, but it's not going to be anything big, like I may add in 'I raised and eyebrow and said,' rather then just 'I said,' purely because I think it's more realistic. Sue me.
This will include some OCs (because, seriously, Percy never mentions any of his Goode friends/classmates) possible OOCness, because, seriously, a) Percy and Annabeth will not and, I repeat, will not come out of Tartarus the exact same as they went in, and b) I'm not Rick Riordan, nor do I wish to be, so I will not be able to make them the exact same R.R makes them. Again, sue me.
Characters: Percy J, Nancy B, Matt S, Paul B and a little bit of Annabeth C, Jason G, Thalia (I'm not putting her last name because she wouldn't want me to), Hazel L, Leo V, Frank Z, Rachel D, and basically all of Percy's Camp friends, and maybe the odd god. Idek.
Ok, you're probably all fed up of my ramblings, but, if you've made it this far, here are some internet blue cookies (::) (::)! Whoopee! (Yes, there are phrases I repeat a lot, such as 'Basically', 'Whoopee!', 'Sue me', and 'If/because I feel like it/want to', because, seriously people, I do things because a) I want to, and b) I want to. You're motivation is nice, but in all honesty, your opinions mean little to be. Sure, it's nice that people think you're a good writer, but I give less then a shit about flames. Sue me.) (Bet y'all forgot that was all it brackets, huh? Huh? No? Fine then. Suite yourself.)
To those who read all this, skip the Authors note in the middle, because you all obviously know that the only A/Ns that really matter in may story is the one at the start. (::) one more cookie, because I'm nice and I feel like it.
Percy POV
Ah, Goode High. Memories. Not good, but better then my past ten months. I walked into the door, first day of Junior Year, wondering what the Mortal's reactions would be to my reappearance after 10 months of being M.I.A. I walked through the halls, and managed to catch snippets of people's conversations before they recognised me, even under my hunched posture, my black Yankees cap that cast my eyes into shadow and my grim face, so different to my usual goofy grin.
"I hear Mr. B's stepson came back a few days ago-"
"I wish he'd stayed gone-"
"Wonder what happened to him-"
"Is that him?"
The last comment, of course talking about me, got them looking over at me. I kept my head firmly down and walked towards the office, occasionally checking over my shoulder, as had become a habit recently. I got my schedule and locker number from the lady at the desk before walking to my locker.
I, of course, got a few weird stares as I walked, but I ignored them. I left my locker bare except for my books, and a picture of Annabeth.
(Hey, you! Yeah, you! I know you skipped the A/N at the start so go back and read it! You need to! Okay, G'bye)
"Who's this, Jackson? Your girlfriend?" a painfully annoying jock named Jared asked mockingly, creeping up behind me.
That was about as far as he got before I pinned against the lockers, my right forearm placed across his throat. "Don't," I said slowly through gritted teeth. "Sneak up. On me. Unless. You want. To die. Painfully. GOT IT?!" I shouted the last two words.
He nodded about as much as you could with something pressed against your throat. Then I turned back to my locker. "And to answer your question; yes, she is my girlfriend."
They nodded and started backing away slowly.
I rolled my eyes. "I'm not an animal. I'm not going to attack you if you run away quickly, but if you sneak up on me, it's instinct. So, goodbye."
They ran away as fast as their legs could carry them.
I went to my first class; English with Paul.
"Good morning class. Over the course of the next few lessons, we are going to be reading a book called The Last Olympian which is about the Titian War last year,, which is in the point of view of a demigod with a big part to play in the War. Any questions?"
I rose my hand shakily. "Will we be reading about the Giant War."
Paul frowned. "I suppose, after this."
"Please don't," I practically begged. "Living through it once was enough for me."
Paul smiled softly. "If you want. Would you like to read first?"
"Okay," I said. "Why not?"
Just then, the door burst open, to reveal a girl with bright orange hair and freckles that looked like someone had spray painted her face with liquid Cheetos and a boy with shaggy black hair and dull brown eyes like a pit bull's. "Sorry we're late," the girl said breathlessly. "We couldn't find the classroom."
"That's okay Miss. . ." Paul trailed off.
"Bobofit, sir."
I chocked on the water I was drinking. "Nancy Bobofit?" I asked incredulously.
"Um, yeah. Do I know you?"
"The name's Percy Jackson, remember? Yancy Academy, 7th grade?"
"Oh yeah. Didn't you push me into the fountain?"
"Well," I said grinning. "Are you aware of the Greek gods?"
"Yeah." She frowned, not seeing where this was going.
"Well, remember the stories about how they used to 'hook up' with mortals? And have children, who were demigods?" I replied, waiting for her to get it.
"You're a demigod?" most of the class asked incredulously.
"Yup," I said, popping the 'p'. "Son of Poseidon. So, I didn't push you, I made the water grab you. Like this." I did a demonstration, and made massive watery hands, before putting them back in whoever's water bottle they happen to have come from. "Anyway, let's start reading!"
"Chapter 1," I read, "I go cruising with explosives."
Yeah, bit of a long intro their, but I wanted to make sure I got everything in that would happen on Percy's first day back at school after the Giant War. Whatever. And, if you still haven't read the A/N at the start, read it now! Otherwise, you'll probably be very confused. I promise, I only have long A/Ns at the start of my stories, mainly because they're explaining the plot line, just an FYI.
