PERCY
"Ugh..." I moaned. "Where am I?"
A spear was pointed at my throat. A girl who looked about eleven years old with pale skin, black eyes, full bangs, shoulder length brown hair and wearing a black shirt and jeans stared at me.
"Name." she questioned me flatly.
I racked my brain, but I couldn't remember anything.
"You're not the only one who wants to know that, Snow White," I smirked at her.
Snow White scowled. "Shut up, imbecile."
"So how will I answer your questions?" I said.
"Fine. Just walk with me and no one gets hurt."
I rolled my eyes. "Oh, as if you'd run me through with your spear."
"Wanna bet?"
I gulped.
She smirked. "I thought so."
A white wolf burst into the scene. "Olive. Let him up." It growled.
Snow White, or Olive glared at the she-wolf. "Pluto no. He was in MY cabin, Lupa, which makes him my business."
Lupa snarled. "Lady Juno wants him safe."
Olive scowled, withdrawing her spear. "So, Lupa, could you tell me why I care about Lady Juno?"
Juno. The Roman goddess of marriage. I thought.
Lupa's eyes fell to the ground. "Lord Neptune would desire your neck as well."
"Huh?" Yeah, I sound so smart.
"Snow White, introduce me." I said.
"Excuse me, but how can I introduce you if you don't know who you are?" Olive smirked.
Lupa scratched something in the dirt.
Olive stared intently at it. Then her eyes widened in understanding.
"Can I call you Percy?" Olive asked me.
Percy, Percy. That's my name.
"That's my name." I realized.
"And mine's Olive." She shot back.
We were walking into a big house. As soon as we stepped in, Olive touched a bone icon on her spear. It shrank into a bone shaped paperclip, which she slipped in her pocket.
"Wow." I muttered.
Olive eyed me warily and stepped forward. She reached into the pocket of my jeans, and took out a pen.
"Hey!" I protested.
She ignored me and handed me a cup of water.
"Thanks." I said, and watched as she uncapped the pen.
It expanded into a bronze sword.
Olive smiled a creepy smile.
I shivered.
"Now, down to business," Olive said, slashing my arm with the sword.
I hissed.
"Sorry," she muttered, grabbing a pitcher of water, and pouring it out on my arm. The wound healed instantly.
Olive smirked. "Reyna owes me twenty drachmas."
I turned to her. "What?"
"Percy, you're a Son of Neptune."