A/N: Ok. First multi-chapter story. Kinda nervous. Read, review, even if it's just to tell me to move on to another story. Just give me something.
And you guys are amazing. Wasn't expecting the strong feedback from Thirty-Two Times in a Row, seeing as it was OOC, but wow…
Talk about motivation!
P.S. Just so you guys know, the stuff with my girlfriend happened months ago. I mean, I figured out about the cheating a couple weeks ago, but I was over it by then. I'm actually in a new relationship.
Thought you guys ought to know, seeing as you seemed to think I was a heartbroken teenager with nothing but the thoughts in his head and a computer for comfort.
Anyways.
Sorry about the long AN
Into The Darkness
Prologue
"Ugh… Annabeth…"
Annabeth. Was that my name? I somehow doubted that. Annabeth was important, but it definitely wasn't what I wanted to be known as.
What about… Percy? Yes. That's who I am.
It's all coming back now. My name is Perseus Jackson. I… wait.
That's all I know. I know my name, and the name of an extremely beautiful girl with blond princess curls and these startling grey eyes that I doubt anyone could forget.
But that's all.
Other than that? Nada. Zippo.
I'm like I marker board that just got bleached. Except they missed the upper-right hand corner, so I still have some of my former self.
Ha. Former self. Seeing as I'm alone in the woods in the middle of who-knows-where, I somehow doubt "former self" is applicable to me.
But I want it to. So badly. And, to be truthful, most of that desire has to do with this Annabeth.
Maybe that's why I remembered her.
But once again, my gut said otherwise. I got this feeling that nothing in the universe could cause me to lose the memory of her.
So my memory of her wasn't supposed to happen, I might want to keep it on the down low. Because even if that memory is an accident, it's the only thing keeping me sane.
I look down at my tattered clothing.
Orange t-shirt and jeans.
Why orange? While I may not have a memory, my emotions still exist, and I'm pretty sure my favorite color is a mix between blue and green. Definitely no orange there.
There's faded lettering on the shirt, but I have no hope of reading it. The jeans… well, let's just say it's a good thing that they aren't designer. Whoever my mom is, I'm pretty sure she would kill me if she saw them.
Ok. So, as far as I can tell, appearance is, on a scale of one to ten, like a negative two. Great
Mental well-being—Considering I don't have a memory other than a girl's face and name, why don't we stick with a great big goose egg.
Emotional state—hard to assess.
Why? Well, I feel like I just woke up from a nap that took around six months. Which means I may never have to sleep again.
I wish.
So, if my grogginess guess is correct, I just lost six months of my life to my stupid butt that was too lazy to get out of bed, and as punishment, I was dropped in the middle of nowhere.
Speaking of my placement in the world, why don't I describe that? After all, the part of my life story that I know about is now in your head too, so I might as well describe my surroundings.
So, first of all, there's trees.
Huge, enormous trees. Trees that look like they've been around at least ten times as long as I have. Trees that I'm pretty sure are well past the hundred foot marker. Trees that make me wish for huge skyscrapers… so, I guess I live in a city.
Then, of course, there's the cold. The biting, freezing cold. It's the kind of cold that makes you want to go hide in a hole.
And then… the feeling I'm getting from this place.
It's like I know I need to be here, but at the same time, I shouldn't be here.
A fish out of water.
My gut sends me another message, this one notifying me that that phrase applies to me in more ways than one.
I want nothing more than to go find this Annabeth person. If I remember her, then she must have been pretty amazing.
Though, truth be told, her looks were unforgettable enough.
But I have a feeling that wasn't the only reason I remembered her.
Actually, right now, there is one more memory. One of her throwing her arms around my neck, laughing, saying something like "Seaweed Brain", and kissing me in such a manner that it felt rather like my mind was being melted.
Except, you know, way better than that.
As I considered this, I decided to scout around, maybe find someplace to make a camp. Even though any camp I make is going to be one sorry excuse of a base camp, seeing as it'll be missing a few key elements: tent, food, fire pit, and general happiness.
Camp.
That word has meaning to me.
More significant meaning than the fact that one of those will be my home for the night.
Then I heard the rustling.
Now, while I may not have a memory, I'm still pretty sure that a normal human wouldn't have heard that. If I had stepped on an ant, that tiny crunch would have been louder.
Add that to the list of questions that I'm sure will continue to grow—If I'm not human, then what am I?
But back to the noise. Yeah so, as soon as I heard it, I whipped out a pen. Weird. Even weirder, I had the urge to uncap it. What was I gonna do, doodle it to death? I once again got that feeling of faint memory, this telling me that any art skills I have are better kept a secret.
Ok. Fine. Uncap the pen. But, as I found out, it's not a pen. It's ACTUALLY a three-foot long sword that seems to fit in my hand perfectly. It definitely seems more like an extension of my arm than a sharp piece of metal. I check the hilt, looking for anything that might like, I don't know, trigger some form of recall.
I get the feeling that Annabeth would be totally shocked that I just came up with that idea. So, apparently not the sharpest tool in the shed. Great. Another problem. Just what I need.
The hilt reads Anaklusmos, which my brain tells me means Riptide. Riptide. My gut, once again, tells me that I have a long history with this sword.
Considering that the freaking thing turns into a pen, I'm thinking that history will soon be over.
And then I remember the noise that brought the pen out in the first place.
And, well, let's just say I'm glad my history with Riptide hasn't ended just yet.
Because there is a huge, menacing, terrifying wolf standing not ten yards from me.
And I think it's trying to say something to me.
A/N: First off, so sorry about stealing the "one more memory" part from SoN. It just seemed like the scene wouldn't be complete without it.
Second, don't ask why it's called Into the Darkness. I'm not even entirely sure. Shows you how far ahead this guy plans. Don't worry though. I'll work it in somewhere.
Third, I'm freaking happy right now. Why? THIS IS MY FIRST STORY THAT ISN'T TOTAL FLUFF! I know, I know, there's still a little, but it's required to show Perce's feelings right now.
*Ignore the part below if you don't wanna hear any rambling. Or if you find it offensive to talk about people that stray from the social norms.
Now, I before I finish, I need to answer a question that I'm sure has been on all of your minds. This question is completely legitimate, considering what the genre for my stories has been so far. Up till this point, I've written pure fluff. This brings up the thought: "Wait, themiller is a guy, right? Is he gay? Bisexual? Or totally emo?" I can safely say that I am none of those things. I have nothing against people who are (one of my best friends is completely gay, my other one has an awesome bisexual girlfriend, and my roommate is totally emo. Not even kidding. My life is strange). I am almost your typical All-American dude. Play basketball and baseball, Christian, totally love hot dogs… and I currently have a girlfriend. The "almost" part comes from the fact that I go to a military boarding school in Indiana, which is designed to create "tomorrow's leaders". So, it's not like the Citadel, where you go for reform, it's a pretty privileged place to be. Continuing that, I'm not some rich snob either—my mom's a teacher and my dad works as an engineer for AMTRAK. No, the only reason I go to this school is I have a full-ride scholarship, which is totally epic.
Anyways. Sorry about that.
Just wanted to get the message out that despite all evidence, I'm not gay.
Once again, sorry about the long A/N.
Finally…
FIRST MULTI-CHAPTER STORY! :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D
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