Yes, yes I know I have read enough on here to say, I own none of this, and I only own the OCs, all Rick Riordan.
By the way, I challenge all you Grammar Nazis out there.
James POV:
You have to listen to me, no one else will. For the last few months I've been having some sort of dream. It comes to me at least once a week. Nothing happens in it. All I feel is burning… a slow incessant burning that slowly claims me until I'm ash. Then I look up and I see it looking at me, and then I wake up in cold sweat.
I roll over and look at my clock in the same way I always do. Unfortunately, it reads 4:20, as it does every weekday when I have to get up for practice. Now as most people usually say to me, "What the hell? How do you have practice before school?" It's not as bad as you think. I lied; it sucks most days, but even more so in the winter. As for the reason I have practice? I'm a rower. The water is usually calmer in the morning, so it's way nicer to practice than in the afternoon, that's when the wind picks up. So really there is nothing to complain about. So I get dressed and head downstairs.
"Mornin' Mom." I grumble since honestly, I'm not awake.
"You should be more excited, first day back on the water!" she replied.
That's when I remembered that winter training was finally over. Sure, waking up that early still sucks, but now I get to be on the water instead of a gym. Now to save my parents trouble I drive myself in to practice. This practice, though I was really excited, Coach was going to announce the lineups for the spring season. So naturally, I ate quickly and sped the entire way to school. What happened when I got to school made me wonder in the Tim Horton's lady dropped some magic mushrooms in my hot chocolate.
I stepped out of my car and walked toward the locker room next to our boathouse. I was the only one there, which really surprised be, but I was early so I thought nothing of it. Unfortunately, I should have though something of it would've saved me from the metric shit-ton of trouble I was about to get into.
I had fallen asleep on the bench inside the locker room when I heard a rustle outside, and what sounded like someone tapping on the locker room walls. I checked the time on my phone, I couldn't have been asleep for all that long, course my luck didn't hold.
"6:30!" I yelled. I rushed outside immediately but stopped. I looked around and I was incredibly confused. The boathouse was still locked up, the lights were off, and no one was around. Maybe we didn't have practice? Then I heard it again. The rustling behind me. I turned and found myself face-to-face with a hooded figure. Shit, that's not coach. I thought.
We have been looking for you. Something said in my mind. I must have been going insane because nothing even spoke. Then the figure pulled back his hood and I didn't expect what I saw. Pure, coal black eyes stared down at me. Pale white skinned that almost glowed with an ethereal fire. I immediately felt like running, but those eyes would not let me. I was stuck.
"How long did you think you could hide from me?" It spoke for real this time, " Ah, you think of me as inhuman? I can assure you I am as much of a human as you. Only half." Then he laughed.
"What do you want?" I spat. I wasn't giving this guy the joy of tormenting me.
"What do any of us truly want? We live our lives aimlessly, we crave guidance. Don't you realize how little your Olympians care for you?"
"What are you even talking about?"
"So they haven't even told you. Shame. I thought they took and oath."
That's when he pulled out a long dagger hidden in his robes. The weirdest thing happened then. I felt a pulse of energy emanate from my body and all around me. The man was pushed back, but he quickly recovered and ran at me. Then there was another pulse, even more powerful. As it hit him his body crumpled into a pile of glowing red coals.
Get up. Another voice said in my mind. I didn't recoil though. It was feminine and I immediately felt comforted by it. Get up and go to the student lounge, you are safe for now but I am sending help.
I was too stunned from whatever just happened to argue. I picked myself up and walked to the lounge and plopped down a couch. I didn't care that I wasn't in uniform and would probably get detention. All I wanted was for someone to explain to me what happened. I tried thinking, but eventually I fell asleep.
I only woke up when I felt a hand on my forehead. It was warm and comforting and I wanted to go back to sleep, but I forced my eyes open. I found myself staring into beautiful chocolate brown eyes.
"Morning sleepy head." She laughed.
I muttered something unintelligible and fell back to sleep. Unfortunately I heard what was said after.
"They found him." She said
"Who?" a second voice asked.
"We need to get help now." She said.
After this I didn't want to hear anymore, which was convenient because both people sat on opposite sides of me. I knew I would be fine, but someone was looking for me, and I was in some pretty deep trouble.
Questions? Comments? And this takes Place after the Giant war, Percy and Annabeth are both seniors now and will come in later if you are wondering.