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I Am Percy Jackson

Chapter 1: I Get Eaten By a Cannibal

"Big Brother! Big Brother, wake up!"

I groaned and mumbled, "5 more hours, Mom."

"No, Brother! Now! Wake up, please!"

"Mmm, blue chocolate chip cookies..."

And the next thing I knew, my blue, warm blanket disappeared and the cold air crept up my body.

My eyes snapped open, I scrambled up from my bed, and I uncapped Riptide, drawing it forward. I blinked furiously to keep the sleep out of my eyes. I knew my eyes were red from lack of sleep.

Lately, I've been having a lot of demigod dreams and tonight was one of the rare nights where I didn't have a demigod dream. I knew most of the time, demigod dreams were warnings and usually came true in the future, but the dreams just didn't seem...right.

At the tip of my sword, stood Tyson, my baby brother. His eye was panicked and I heard a small whimper escape his mouth.

But that wasn't the only thing I heard.

I heard battle cries, screams, swords clashing, arrows firing, and I smelled...smoke? My eyes widened and I lowered my sword. My dreams came rushing back to me. No. No, something else is happening, I told myself, but my stomach felt funny. "Tyson, what's going on?"

"Monsters! Monsters everywhere!" he cried, stretching his arms as far as he could.

The moment the word monsters came out of Tyson's mouth, I dashed out of cabin 3, without any socks or shoes on. Once I got outside, I gasped, but my feet kept moving forward.

The dreams. The dreams. They were trying to warn me all along, but I didn't believe it. No, no, no, this can't happen! My home, I thought frantically. I should've told Chiron or Grover or Annabeth or just...somebody!

I felt a panic attack coming on, so I took deep breaths, taking my mortal doctor's advice whenever I went for check-ups when I was younger. Younger as in before I knew about Camp Half-Blood and the gods.

The Aphrodite, Hermes, Hephaestus, and Ares cabins were on fire. The flames were getting bigger and bigger, but nobody was caring for it. I felt a tug in my stomach and a huge splash of water fell upon the cabins. I winced at the damage the fire had done, but there was no time to examine the damage. There were monsters and I needed to fight.

I began running towards the entrance to Camp Half-Blood. The Pine Tree was looking sick and that wasn't a good sign. I looked for the Golden Fleece that should be resting upon the tree, but...it wasn't there. Someone had stolen it and now our defenses are low which makes it the perfect opportunity for monsters to attack us.

A few, but powerful empousai, some Cyclopes, and lots hellhounds–they were everywhere. Arrows flew everywhere, blood was spilt, and swords were clashing against one another. This was a nightmare. I'd say that this wasn't real and it was just simply a really bad demigod dream, but it would be a lie. This was real.

I wish the Hunters were here, but I knew they were busy fighting their own battles. I admit, the Hunters were good fighters.

A hellhound jumped towards me and I drew Riptide. The hellhound growled at me, showing it's fangs. This isn't Mrs. O'Leary, I chanted to myself. It was a monster and it was destroying my camp. That was absolutely unacceptable on all accounts. I swung my sword and it slowly disintegrated, leaving nothing but dust.

When I killed the Cyclopes, I felt really bad. Maybe it was because they looked so alike to Tyson and they were the children of Poseidon, my half-brothers, basically. I was killing my siblings. But they were destroying my home and trying to kill me, too.

The Cyclopes used my mom's or Annabeth's voice screaming in agony and pain several times. Since my fatal flaw was personal loyalty, it was hard to block out their screams and I hesitated several times. And because of that, the Cyclopes gave me some hard, pretty-looking bruises.

I killed one empousa with no problem, though. The empousa had tried to be seductive, but it didn't work. I knew her true form, how she really looked like, so I didn't hesitate when I raised Riptide and stabbed her. Although, before I stabbed her with Riptide, she got in some good scratches. Blood leaked out, but I didn't care.

Many of the campers were hurt and blood was gushing out of their cuts and I swallowed, fighting harder than ever. I hoped Annabeth, Grover, and Tyson were okay. Some of the Apollo kids stopped fighting, so they could tend to the wounded campers. Although, arrows were still firing more than ever.

After fighting monsters after monsters for a while, I sort of felt like Clarisse when she was fighting the drakon last year during the second Giant War. I saw her fighting earlier and honestly, I felt kinda bad for the monsters she battled with. That girl definitely doesn't go easy on anything. Especially when it comes to fighting. But then again, she is a daughter of Ares.

I knew I had received a few scars on my aching back, but I didn't stop. I raised my sword one more time and bam, the hellhound dissolved into nothing, but dust.

Sweat was raining down my face, but when I looked around, a small smile lit up my face. We were winning. Gray dust was on all of our clothes and skin. Camp Half-Blood was going to be saved. Those nasty monsters lost!

Maybe...maybe...all the events that happened in my dreams won't come true.

A loud roar was heard. People's faces began to pale so fast that this camp could've been called Ghost Camp instead of Camp Half-Blood.

There was something familiar about that roar... I racked my brain to remember where I heard it before and the answer came to me a second too late. Yeah, you could call me slow when trying to remember things.

A seven feet tall furry monster with bulging muscles appeared out of the darkness. The Minotaur. The first monster I fought.

I was confused, though.

I had killed the Minotaur a total of two times. The first time was when I was coming to Camp Half-Blood and the second time was during the Giant War which was just a little over a year ago.

How in the Hades did the Minotaur reform so fast? Was that even possible?

Well, I guess it was possible since the Minotaur was standing right there, about to enter camp. It also looks like he brought along some friends–more hellhounds. Now that couldn't happen, but it could easily happen. Our defences were completely down by now.

I looked around and selfishly hoped that someone would step up to send the Minotaur back to Tatarus.

Nobody did.

I don't blame them. Every camper in sight looked worn out or slightly woozy, as if they're about to faint any second. Even Clarisse La Rue, a daughter of Ares (the god of war), looked tired. Dried blood that turned brown over time covered her body and in that moment, I immediately knew that I had to step up for the camp.

But before I could take a step forward, a satyr limped towards me.

"Perrrcy!" Grover bleated.

"G-man!" I said.

"ROOOOOAAAAARR!" A half-man, half-bull monster jumped out of the darkness and into camp. Nothing was holding it back now since the Golden Fleece was no longer there. Who in the camp would do such a thing? To steal the Golden Fleece?

Strangely, the dragon that protected the tree had disappeared, too. My best guess was that the hellhounds, empousai, or the Cyclopes got to it.

Screams and shrieks erupted from the lungs of the younger campers. The older campers were more calm since they had participated in the second Giant War.

"THE MINOTAUR! IT'S HERE!"

"HELLHOUNDS!"

"WEAPONS, EVERYONE!"

"ARCHERS, READY!"

"AT MY COUNT...3, 2, 1, FIRE!"

Once again, arrows flew toward the Minotaur. Many arrows hit him, but it had no effect on him. He just simply kept walking closer and closer. I took my sword out, ready to take him on. I heard Grover whimpering beside me and crunching on a tin can. How he thought this was the time to eat, I have no idea.

I looked at Grover. "Annabeth?"

"With her cabin."

"Oh."

"Yeah. Percy," Grover started. "be careful. You're my best friend."

A small smile appeared on my face. "Grover. I've fought this ugly thing two times, I think I can do it again. Right?"

Grover shrugged. "Guess so, but you know, anything can happen. And you don't really look your best right now."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence."

"Sorry! I mean, of course you can do it!"

"Thanks."

"Percy."

"Yeah?"

"Promise. Promise you'll be okay."

"Grover..."

"Promise!"

"Fine, I promise."

"Good," said Grover.

I grinned and patted his shoulder. "Well...um, I'll be going now?"

"Ye–" His eyes widened to the size of my mom's blue chocolate chip cookies.

I raised an eyebrow at him and turned around to see what got him so tongue-tied.

It was Annabeth.

My heart literally stopped. Annabeth was dangling upside down from the Minotaur's right hand. Her face was as white as snow and fear was evident in her gray eyes. One thing I know about Annabeth was that she doesn't get scared.

I saw her half-siblings huddled together, probably strategizing a plan to save Annabeth. Athena kids didn't take risks, except for Annabeth.

The Minotaur began lifting Annabeth up, bringing her closer and closer to his mouth. He licked his lips hungrily and his stomach growled.

I saw red when he did that.

Recklessly, I charged towards the Minotaur, pushing everybody in my way and ignoring Grover's cries. I stood before the Minotaur, waving Riptide in front of me. "Hey, stupid! Ground beef!" I yelled, using the same insults I used when I first fought him. "Remember me?"

Apparently he did because he lowered Annabeth away from his mouth, but he still didn't let her free. He bared his teeth at me and I glared at him. "Let her go!"

He growled and swung Annabeth behind him, hiding her behind his back. I darted my eyes back and forth thinking that I needed a plan. If only I was the one being captured! Annabeth does all the thinking and strategizing; not me!

"Look, what about a trade? Let her go and I'll take her place. Oh, and once you have me, you and your little buddies have to go and never come back," I said firmly. I knew that he would want me instead of her. After all, I was the one that sent him back to Tartarus two times.

"What, no! Percy, no!" screamed Annabeth. "Don't do it! YOU CAN'T!"

The Minotaur grunted and nodded and lowered Annabeth down on the ground. She stomped her feet and started to move her arms around. "NO! YOU STUPID, UGLY MONSTER! TAKE ME BACK! RUN PERCY!"

The Minotaur ignored her and started walking towards me. Well, more like stomping towards me. The ground shook when he stomped. I uncapped Riptide, getting into a fighting stance. "But you have to fight me before you can get me," I grinned.

I saw Annabeth's half-siblings support her and when she caught my eye, she glared at me, but she mouthed, 'Be careful, Seaweed Brain.'

I nodded at her.

The Minotaur growled again and did something I did not expect. I thought he would've went fought me! I mean, come on, he is a monster.

Instead of coming to fight me, he turned back around, shoved Annabeth's half-siblings to the ground and picked Annabeth back up. He turned back around and grinned hideously.

I bit my tongue and cursed in Greek. There was no winning. When did the Minotaur get so smart? Was there school down in Tartarus now? I made a mental note to ask Nico that. That is, if I get out alive.

"Fine! Okay, you win! I won't fight you," I said, holding my hands up.

He lowered his head and pointed one of his very, very sharp horns toward Riptide. I groaned and capped my sword back into a pen and put it inside my pocket. "Happy?"

The Minotaur paused then grunted as if to say Yes, I am very happy! Now I can finally kill you after all these years, I think!

He rapidly threw Annabeth towards the Athena kids and ran towards me. He had his hands stretched out and in a blink, I found myself wrapped around a half-man, half-bull's large right hand. I thrashed my body everywhere, trying to get free, but it was useless. A half-man, half-bull's strength was obviously going to be stronger than mine.

"PEERRRRRCYYYYYYY!" screamed Annabeth and Grover. Although, Annabeth's scream overpowered Grover's.

"PERSEUS JACKSON YOU GET BACK DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" pleaded Annabeth, with tears almost forming in her eyes. Grover and Tyson were already sobbing my name. I have a strange feeling that Grover or Tyson were already planning my shroud. What nice friends I have.

"Don't you dare give up your life for me!" cried Annabeth. "I-It's not worth it!"

That was when I turned my head towards her and gray eyes met mine. I closed my eyes and my fatal flaw whispered, "It'll always be worth it."

Somehow, I know Annabeth heard it because she smiled sadly with tears streaming down her face like a waterfall. She kept shaking her head though, as if she was trying to tell herself she was just in a bad nightmare.

I wish it was just a bad nightmare.

Her mouth opened, but before I could hear what she was going to say, my lovely cannibal friend made some kind of inhuman sound that made me wish that I had brought my earmuffs. Eagerly, he opened his mouth and shoved me inside. I heard the entire camp shout in outrage and terror.

Ew, gross, right? Getting eaten by the Minotaur and being enveloped with all his saliva?

Well, yep, it was gross. Usually, people would scream: "AHHHHHH!" or something, but nope, I was thinking, How ironic it is that the first monster I fought would kill me. Not to mention, I fought this monster two times and won...

If you ever thought that once an immortal monster ate you, you would land in their stomach, you guessed wrong.

I was sliding down some kind of slimy, dark tunnel for about 10 minutes when suddenly, something pushed me out and I landed in front of a man wearing a silk Italian suit.

"Ugh, another one died, great," he muttered.

I got up and saw his name tag: CHARON.

"You!" I said.

"Me?" he said.

"You!" I repeated.

"M–? Oh, you!" he said. "I remember you! Got any more drachmas?"

"I remember you, too," I said dumbly.

"Well," he lifted his nose and sniffed, "looks like you're really dead this time. How did you die? Bathtub?"

"No, don't ask, I'm not telling you," I glared.

"Fine, don't tell me," he crossed his arms across his chest, immaturely. A few seconds past and he realized that I wasn't going to tell him. "Well, get in line! Just 'cause you were here once and saved Olympus or whatever, doesn't mean you get an immediate free pass!"

Then three Furies materialized in front of us: Alecto, Megaera, and Tisiphone. "Lord Hades has requested the boy to be brought to him immediately."

Charon scowled at me and gestured for me to follow them. I slowly walked towards the Furies, unsure. Furies are never trustable, so yeah, I was nervous.

Alecto held out her hand. I stared at it. "Unless you want to be stuck here forever, take my hand," she hissed.

I took it, but before I took it, I grinned at Charon. "Looks like I do get an immediate free pass."

Black smoke appeared and I began to move. It felt a lot like shadow-traveling, except with Nico or Mrs. O' Leary, they went fast.

Right before I disappeared with the three Furies, I swore I heard Charon yell, "Ask Hades for a pay raise for me again? I've just discovered pure Chinese silk suits and they are amazing and so in season!"

My feet touched the ground again and I blinked several times and coughed. I saw Hades sitting on his throne, scowling at me, his dark eyes criticizing me.

"We brought him, my Lord," Tisiphone hissed and stood beside him with her sisters.

"Yes, yes, job well done," he said.

The Furies bowed. They bowed so low that their eyelashes probably touched the ground.

"Well, Nephew..." mused Hades.

"Hello, Uncle," I swallowed.

"Looks like you finally died! Funny how the Minotaur killed you, eh?" he chuckled.

The Furies chuckled along with him, sending shivers down my spine.

"Your Father holds me to an oath that you will be in Elysium, so..." he gestured toward Alecto, "bring the insufferable boy to Elysium where all his little deceased friends reside."

Beckendorf? Silena? I thought, brightening up.

"As you wish, my Lord," Alecto said.

She turned towards me and offered her hand again. I took it again, more comfortable this time, since I heard Hades give the order and she would never disobey her beloved Lord.

"Oh, Jackson? You have one month to decide whether you'd like to be reborn or not."

You know, it doesn't feel like I'm dead. Nope, not at all.


A/N: I was searching up fanfics for Percy getting killed and being reborn and couldn't find any, so I decided to write my own! Yay! Anyway, hope you like the first chapter.

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