OptimusPrime2017 presents to you,
A Percy Jackson fanfic;
All Hades Breaks Loose
A/N: Hey guys, before I get into this one, I thought I should tell you a couple of things. One, I am still in the middle of reading the last book of Percy Jackson and the Olympians, The Last Olympian. So, hit me in the head (Not really!) if I mess any ages up or whatever. Second of all, this story will be in first person point of view, like the series is. Thanks!
Chapter 1:
Have you ever been told that you're a half-blood? What about a satyr? If anyone's ever told you that, I saw forget all about it and live a normal life. Have a happily ever after story. Like the mortals. Unlike me.
My name is Zoltus Burns. I am half goat, waist down. A satyr. Half satyr anyway. I'm fifteen years old, have black hair, have reddish eyes.
Not the typical boy, right? Yep, not normal.
Anyway, right now, I happen to be at my school, Jackie Academy. It's more of a private school for boys really. If I were at a normal school, I'd be in tenth grade. High school. But this isn't a normal school. Like I said before, I'm not normal, right? Besides being half-satyr, I have dyslexia and ADHD. Which means, I can't stay still and reading is a pain. One reason why I fail all of my homework assignments. Well, I'm okay at math, I guess.
So, like I said, I'm at school right now. I'm standing next to my friend, Grover Underwood. He has curly hair with a rasta cap on to of his head. He's more of a nervous guy, but he's alright. The only friend I've got. Anyway, he seems as if he's been through a lot in his short lifetime. He has scars on his face and arms as if he's been in battle before or something. Like he's fought through the longest war in history. But, I don't judge him by his scars.
"Hey, man, look." Grover tapped me and pointed to something new on the bulletin board in the hall. "Something new!"
He got up and staggered over to it in his strange walk.
I groaned. "I'm not even going to try to read that."
The new paper on the board looked like an advertisement for something, based on all of the pictures of happy people and the bright colors.
"There's a field trip today." Grover sounded cheerful.
"On the last day of the year?" I asked, choking back half of a bleat.
Yep, I said a bleat. I'm half goat, remember? I bleat like one too! Thankfully, it usually sounds more like a nervous laugh or something like that. Hard to put into words.
"Yep!" Grover smiled. "Zoltus, you mike make it through the day!"
I made a sound of some sort that sounded like some kind of a mix between a laugh, a snort, and a bleat. "You know I've never ever made it through a year before, man. No way today will be perfect either."
"Don't know until we find out." He let out some kind of his own nervous chuckle.
"Yeah, right." I muttered. The bell rang and I jumped with an alarmed bleat. "We gotta go!"
We raced down the hallway, my hooves threatening to come out of the fake feet in my shoes. I prayed for them not to. We pulled in front of a door and raced in. I slid on the tile floor, letting out a surprised yell as I crashed into Grover.
"Ow!" He complained.
"Sorry." I said.
"To your seats, Mr. Underwood, Mr. Burns." Our math teacher, Mr. C said. "You're late already."
"Y-sorry!" I tripped over someone's book as I struggled down the aisle to my seat.
*X*
Class went well. When we got to our second period, history, our teacher told us that we were going on some kind of field-trip. Turns out Grover was right. We loaded onto the yellow buses and began driving away. I sat next to Grover, though we didn't talk much.
The two buses stopped in front of a museum of some sort. We were told to eat the food we'd brought now, before the tour.
I sat down on a block of cement and pulled my lunch out of my torn-old backpack. I opened the paper bag, taking the PB and J sandwich out. I took a bite, chewing slowly.
"Not so bad, right?" Grover asked from next to me, where he chewed an apple.
"Not yet." I said with a half-hearted shrug.
We finished eating in silence and then got ready for the tour. We walked through the building seeing all kinds of stuff, of none which were very interesting to me. About an hour or longer later, we emerged from the building. We were allowed free time to hang out for a bit. While Grover and I were talking, the bus driver Mr. Brown, came up to me.
"Hey, Zoltus, I'd wonder if I can have a word with you?" He asked.
"Uh...sure." I replied.
"Great!" He smiled. "Let's talk in the museum, okay? Meet me there."
I watched him walk into the museum. I sighed.
"Better go catch him, man." Grover suggested.
"Yeah, yeah." I grumbled.
"Oh, hang on a sec!" Grover reached into his bag. He pulled out a pen. He tossed it to me and I caught it. "If anything strange happens in there, click it."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I'll let you find out." He told me. "Don't keep Mr. B waiting!"
I nodded, stuffing the pen into my pocket. Then I swung my backpack over my shoulder and walked into the museum.
"Mr. Brown?" I said. "Mr. Brown?"
I heard what sounded like a lion's roar. I'm not telling you the lion exhibit has come to life, though I wish it were only that. This is much worse, trust me. I glanced to my right and saw it. It was a male lion with giant bat wings and a scorpion tail. A manticore, if I remember correctly. It roared at me.
"Mr. Brown?" I asked, really wanting to take that pen from my pocket.
"ROAAAAR!" It bared it's sharp teeth.
I slipped my hand into my pocket and took out the pen. I clicked it and the pen transformed into a two foot long blade in my hands. A sword.
The manticore growled and snarled. Then it roared again and leapt at me. I rolled aside, turned around and stabbed the sword through the top of its snout from the inside. Then I frowned as I saw that my arm was bleeding and felt the pain.
Lion tooth. Ouch. I guess those hurt. Worse than dog teeth, I tell you now.
I pulled the sword out of the monster's mouth and watched the creature disintegrate into dust. Gone, like it was never there in the first place. I shook my head, confused. Then I looked at the sword, trying to figure out how to turn it back into a pen before someone saw it.
I spotted a skull and bones symbol. The symbol of death. It was engraved into each side of the blade. I ran my hand on it. If history class taught me anything this year, wasn't this a symbol of Hades, the god of the Underworld?
Someone screamed and I jumped, startled. I looked up to see a middle-aged woman staring at the sword.
"Sword in the museum!" She yelled. "Security!"
"What? Security?" I said, confused.
Then I realized what was happening. Great, I was going to look bad now because I had a sword. I sighed, racing out the building entrance, trying not to hit anything or anyone with my sword.