Hullo.
This is my first fan fiction so please don't get too angry if it turns out shat.
DISCLAIMER: All rights belong to Rick Riordan, expect the concepts I come up with.
Takes place after the Blood of Olympus
EPISODE 1: The Phantom Pain
*Third-Person POV*
Percy was not having a good day, Actually, he was having a bad day. Being on fire does that to you. Let's start from the beginning.
Percy was having a really, really stupid dream, something about naked Australian men.
"What does that say about me?" He thought, I do have a girlfriend and all that guff.
"When did I ever say guff before?" Percy asked himself, anyways none of it mattered because this was his last day of school in the week; He was planning to spend his weekend with Annabeth and the gang after school. He quite, really desperately hoped it wouldn't involve any sort of Demi-god-ness.
He was wrong.
*Percy POV*
"I am so ready to leave for camp- half blood after school today, I've only got one more class to go." I thought to myself. I walked out of my second to last class before the secretary came up to me.
"Oh, what now!" I speculated, before saying "May I help you ma'am?" "Yes!" She replied, "I need someone to tour our new student, and since you been at Goode for such a long time that perhaps-" "I could do it?" I sighed. "Of course ma'am." She smiled and swiftly turned on her heel, walking down the corridor out of sight. I sighed again and made my way to Student Services, where the dude, or girl, whatever, should be waiting.
Unsurprisingly, I was right, and spotted a younger guy sitting on the waiting couch with a back pack and a suitcase of some sort. "Hey!" I chimed, "I'm your tour guide, Percy Jackson, what's your name, bud?" He replied with a voice that had a slight British tinge to it "Call me Octagon." He extended his arm for a hand shake. I complied, taking a moment to look him up and down. He was tall, and was slightly chubbier then average, but not really noticeable. The kid had on an orange t-shirt and sick looking white jacket, with navy blue cargo pants extending all the way to his black sports shoes. On his face was a blue pair of glasses and one big knife scar going across his left eye, in fact, his face was littered with faded scars, only noticeable if you looked hard enough. Me, in my never ending wisdom blurted out "What happened to your eye?" His hand twitched, but other then that, he simply commented, "Hell." He gave me an easy smile "Let's get going, yeah?"
*TIME SKIP*
"So that's it, that's the school; C'mon bro, lets head to class." I said, as we headed to Greek Mythology. Turns out I got 4 classes with this kid. Biology, Mythology, History and Com. Tech (My photoshop class basically). We walked in silence until we reached the class. Octagon took his seat in the front row, next to me and Annabeth. I sat down and started talking to Annie. "Is that the new student?" She chirped, "Ee'yup! Weird guy, that one." I replied, "We're demigods Percy, It doesn't get much weirder that that." She smirked. I laughed, "I guess that's true" Then Mr. Hernandez called attendance; "Mr. Jackson?" "Present!" I shouted.
*TIME SKIP*
Me and Annabeth were packing up and talking, getting ready to go leave the school. "We'd better get our clothes for the Funeral Monument after school..." I fell grim. Camp was having a multi-person funeral for the lives lost in the giant war. "You lost someone?" intoned a voice from behind, We look over, It was Octagon. "Yeah, you too?" "Unfortunately, yes, I did. It was like losing a part of my body, like my arm or leg. And just like losing a limb, the pain always came back one time or the other. It was like... What do you call it? A Phantom Pain." He concurred. With that, he bid us farewell and strolled down the school corridor, until he walked out the door, and disappeared from view.
Side Note:
Thanks for reading my first chapter. Please rate and review, and kindly restraint yourself to constructive criticism. (If you can).
