An endless abyss, with bloody rain falling down from a non-existent sky.
That's the first thing that Percy saw when he came to.
He heard whispers coming from the infinite darkness, a lot of them belonged to people he knew, but there' was one that immediately had all of his attention when he heard it.
It was his own voice.
It called out to him with longing in it's-. . . ..his voice. And so Percy went deeper into the abyss, looking for himself, not knowing what was waiting for him on the other side. Yet he did not feel any sort of nervousness or suspicion, in fact he felt apathetic. . . .. . .emotionless.
At the centre of the abyss he found himself lying down, beaten, crippled and on the verge of death.
Then, he stood up, without a limp or any sort of difficulty at all. This actually amazed Percy, because right now he looked even more worse for wear than he did when he went to Calypso's Island.
His body looked at him with a charming and apologetic grin. It appeared very unnerving on that broken, bleeding mouth of his.
Then suddenly the darkness of the abyss formed appendages and then moved towards his body. It rushed into his wounds and closed all them up. All of his broken bones healed themselves, and all of the dried up blood on his body instantly disappeared along with his bruises.
He then ran his hand through his messed up hair, and ruffled it till it took on a stylish executive feathered look. With a snap of his fingers his torn clothes shifted into something. . . .. . . more respectable. He now wore a silk black colored vest with a velvet tint, with sliver buttons that had a tribal design. Under it he wore a casual emerald blue cotton/polyester shirt. He also wore plain blue jeans, with black business shoes. Around his neck he wore an imperial gold necklace with a crystal angel pendant.
He whistled to catch Percy's attention. It was then that Percy looked into his eyes. They glowed dark purple with power.
'Show time.' He said. . . . . .And then the darkness consumed him.
Percy then burst out of his bed, drenched in cold sweat.
'What the Hades was that?. . . .'
He got out of bed and rubbed his eyes with his palms. He took a deep breath and squinted his eyes to see in the darkness.
It was 4:45 AM. Percy then let out a tired sigh and went to his cabinet to get his bottle of Aquafina.
He grunted in pain as he hit his toe into one of the legs of his bed. 'For the love of Posiedon. . . . .' He cursed, as he comically hopped to his cabinet.
The next morning he told Annabeth all about his strange dream over lunch. You see, Demi-god dreams weren't like an average mortals dreams. They were usually about the past, present or future, and were always about something that directly concerned them.
So, when a Demi-god had an extremely weird dream that creeped them out, like the one that Percy had, it was only natural that his girlfriend looked at him with concern practically pouring out her eyes.
'What do you think it means?' Percy asked Annabeth, with quizzical expression on his face.
Annabeth stayed silent with "that" contemplative look on her face for some time, too much time in Percy's opinion. And if it were possible Annabeth's unresponsiveness creeped him out more than the dream he had last night. She was usually quick to answer or at least put in some sort of input whenever he asked her anything, but now she was hesitating. . . . . . not really the best way to start off the day.
'Annabeth?' Percy asked softly, as he placed his hand on hers.
She snapped out of what ever little trance she was in and looked into his eyes.
'Percy, I really don't know. . . . . . . . . . . Do you think we should ask Chiron?'
'What? You don't know?! Annabeth (At this point he started to act like he was in turmoil. . .. .. . . He did a very bad acting job by the way)- the room-. .. . it's spinning !'
Annabeth however didn't find his thinly veiled attempt to lighten the mood even a teeny bit funny.
She lightly slapped his hand away with faint smile 'Seaweed brain.'
Okay may she DID find it a teeny bit funny.
Percy then looked into her eyes and made a fake pouting face .
One look at the stupid expression on his face made Annabeth crack up. Percy then smiled, hugged her and pecked her on the cheek.
Though Percy managed to lighten up the mood, he didn't get Annabeth to forget his little dream.
Right after lunch She told Percy to come with her to the big house, so that they could tell Chiron about the dream. Percy didn't argue, he didn't want to unnecessarily want to get everybody worked up over his dream, but he knew better. He guessed that it might be important – No, scratch that he had "that" feeling in his Demi-god gut that it was probably going TO BE important in the future.
The Empire State building, 12:50 PM
The receptionist at the empire state building really wished that his life was more interesting than it really was.
Right now, he was bored out of his mind. . . . .Yeah it really wasn't what he expected when he signed up to serve the Greek gods. When they had first contacted him and offered him the position as the guardian of the key and gate (or elevator in this case) to Olympus, he expected a little more action to his otherwise normal existence. He expected to get some sort of cool powers or-or something.. . . .. .But no, all he got was a key-card, yeah, have fun. . .. . .
The ringing of the reception bell broke him out of his thoughts. When he turned around he was shocked . .. . . .to see himself. But not quite himself.
The person in front of him had a very fit build, his face was more linear and thus (in his opinion) more handsome. He wore the suit, literally THE suit which he wanted to buy (and admired through a display case) for so long. Overall the person in front of him also had an air about him,. . . . . . .that of the casual charm and swagger of a playboy billionaire.
'Hey, you have the key to Olympus, right?' He even talked like him too.
The receptionist looked around before he leaned in and asked 'Are you a god?'
'Yeah, you mind giving me that keycard?'
'Sure,. . .. . .who are you by the way? If you don't mind me asking. . . .'
The stranger stretched out his hand in a gesture to shake hands.
'Wow, he's humble too. . . ..'
'Drake Allen' He said, with a smile.
'. . . . .. Drake Allen?. . . .. . That's my name too. . .. . .'
It was then that the receptionist woke up. He slept on the Job, again. Sloppy. . .. .sloppy, sloppy.. .. . .
But it wasn't quite the receptionist. He left his post, and entered the elevator. Half a minute later he was ascending the golden staircase towards Olympus. He opened the gate with a snap of his fingers and marveled at the beauty of the great kingdom.
He really had to hand it to Zeus, even though he's vain, he did a really good job at running the place.
Well, that was enough admiring the architecture. .. .and the Nymphs, it was time to send his message.
With a thought Drake's body turned into mist, and he entered the building where felt the power of Zeus' master bolt through the window.
There was no one there guarding it.
'Yep, good Ol' Zeus'
He walked towards the pedestal where master bolt was displayed in all of it's glory. The very second he touched it Zeus knew about his trespassing and the skies darkened with a lightning storm to reflect the gods anger.
But it really did not matter. Zeus was not fast enough to stop what happened next."Drake" raised the master bolt in both hands and brought it down on his knee, effectively snapping it in half.
The energy released from the bolts destruction leveled and completely obliterated at least half of Olympus, and that was only because Zeus held a huge portion of the energy back with his powers.
Weeks have now passed since the incident happened.
Because of the master bolts destruction the weather in the mortal world had always been screwy, since the event. Even though Zeus eventually calmed, he never understood why Drake (Yes, he did remember his name) had killed himself doing what he did.
He seemed like such a likable fellow.
A/N: What do you guys think about it? And if you're wondering why I didn't go much into detail on the last half of the chapter, it was because it was getting late over here and that I didn't want to waste anybody's time describing things that you and me already know.
By the way, what do you guys think about my fic's cover? I put a good amount of effort into it. And personally I really think that it looks good. Not bad for someone who never used photoshop before, huh?
If there's anything you want me to correct PM me.
Later,
rockhard034
