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Chapter 1—Percy's point of view
The worst thing about being a demigod, I should have seen something like this coming. Gaea was defeated; the camps were at peace... everything had gone quiet. Well, if you're not counting my run in with that Carter kid, and Annabeth meeting his sister. But still, things were too peaceful; something big was bound to happen. I just didn't expect it to be bigger than Gaea.
Frank and Hazel were visiting with others from Camp Jupiter. Nico suggested we see a movie, so we all went. And by we, a mean me, Annabeth, Piper, Nico, Will, Jason, Frank, and Hazel. We arrived a little early, so we were waiting in our seats for the show to start. That's when everything went downhill. First, the temperature dropped. By a lot. We could see our breaths. Next came the snow. I am not kidding, it SNOWED INDOORS! Piper jumped to her feet, the rest of us following, weapons drawn. We thought Khione was back for revenge.
But then Jason's face scrunched up like he was smelling something. We all instinctively took a sniff. Pine needles, my brain registered, and fresh, crisp snowflakes. Piper and Jason told us that Khione's snow smelt cold and harsh, but my nose might as well have been in a forest. Whoever did this was not Khione. The snow came down on us harder, with a wind starting to push us around. I managed to grab onto Annabeth before everything became white, the wind thrashing us along.
When it finally stopped, Annabeth and I collapsed onto the ground. The snow-covered ground. We picked ourselves up and saw that all eight of us were now in a forest. Evergreens, Pines, Oaks and other types surrounded us. Everything was covered in snow. Where could we possibly be for snow to fall in August?
"Impossible!" Each of us whirled to look at a different direction. We heard an echo of a possibly British girl talking. But we couldn't see her. Not until Will spotted her, anyway. He pointed out the location of the voice, and we all rushed to the tree line. Completely hidden, we watched these four kids talking to each other. The talking became a snowball fight. Which ended when the older girl of the group threw one at the youngest boy.
"Ow. Stop it!" The other three looked at him, each with a different expression. The oldest, a blonde boy a little younger than Jason, look at him like the kid committed some sort of crime. The youngest one, a little girl with bobbed brown hair, looked at him with sadness, like she expected more from the kid. That's a weird look for an elementary-school student. And then there was the older girl that hit him, the second-oldest of the bunch. Her hair was the same brown as the little one, but longer and in a half ponytail. But that's not why I was more interested in her. She looked familiar to me, but I couldn't put my finger on it...
The group was arguing with each other, and the younger boy was forced to apologize for something. He was the palest of them, with his dark hair and eyes making him look even paler. All four talked with British accents, and their clothes... were odd, because they looked like what people in the 1940s would wear. Our group glanced at Nico and Hazel, reading their reactions. They seemed to be confused and shocked, which we all were. Frank squeezed Hazel's hand and Will rubbed Nico's head. Hazel was grateful, Nico was annoyed. I turned back to the Brits, who were now discussing whether to explore or go back... wait, back where?
"We couldn't possibly go anywhere, dressed like we are," the familiar girl tried to reason with them, pointing out that their clothes were meant for warmer temperatures. Where were they before coming here?
"Perhaps these would help." The oldest went behind a tree line and came back with...fur coats?! Where did he get fur coats?! We all looked at each other, more confused than ever. We were so distracted talking to each other with our eyes, trying to come up with something about our situation that we didn't notice we were spotted until...
"Hello there." We realized our mistake too late. The youngest spotted us, and she called us out. Her friends saw us as soon as she spoke, and they were very surprised at our presence.
"Who are you?" the oldest asked uncertainly. We looked at each other and decided the same thing; We might as well meet and greet. We walked towards them, their reactions to our clothing plain on their faces. These kids were not used to sneakers, jeans, and t-shirts.
"To answer your question," Annabeth started, taking the lead, "My name is Annabeth; this is Frank, Hazel, Jason, Will, Piper, Nico, and Percy." The Brits were surprised to hear Annabeth talk like an American. And for some reason, the boys were looking at Nico with disdain. Why would they... wait a minute, boys possibly from the 1940s, Nico is Italian... Activate overprotective son of Poseidon.
"Do we have a problem?" I asked the blonde one, walking right up to him, challenging him to admit he was discriminating Nico. He looked at me, surprised and confused until he realized I knew what he was thinking, and he had the guts to look mad at me!
"It appears you've forgotten that there's a war on—"
"Peter, enough—" the older girl tried to pacify.
"War?" the eight of us North Americans asked. The other four looked at us in bewilderment (yeah, I know big words).
"The war with the Axis powers, obviously!" the younger boy cried out. Kids dressed like they're from the 1940s, English, judgmental towards Nico's Italian heritage, a war with the Axis powers... No, no way.
"If I were to ask what year it is," Annabeth started carefully, "What would your answer be?"
"1940," They said in unison. No hesitation what so ever. Hazel whimpered, and like the good friends we are, the seven demigods surrounded her in support (with a few pats on Nico's back for the same reason).
"Are you lot alright?" The younger girl asked. We looked at her, then looked at each other. How could time travel be possible?
"Goodness! How rude of us, we didn't tell you our names in turn. We're the Pevensies—" Why did that sound familiar? "This is my older brother, Peter—" That doesn't ring a bell, "Our younger brother, Edmund—" Still no bells. "And Lucy, the youngest." I still don't know why that name is familiar. "And I'm Susan." ...a very faint ding-a-ling sounded in my memory. Susan Pevensie. Mrs. Susan Pevensie Jackson. But that's—I mean—she couldn't possibly be—
"Were you born on April 15th, 1928?" I asked Susan. My friends looked at me with confusion written on their faces. Then they got even more confused when they realized the siblings were shocked at my question.
"How...how do you know that?" Susan asked, scared. I would be too if a random stranger told me what my birthday was. But that would have been a bit different since the stranger would likely have been a monster trying to kill me. My friends were shocked that I got it right. Annabeth was trying to understand the situation but got easily frustrated when she couldn't find an answer.
"Wait a minute," Piper suddenly said. We watched as she walked up to Peter and me. She stared at us, her eyes flicking back and forth between our faces. Then she took a closer look at each of the Pevensies. When she finished, she walked up to me. "Which one?" she asked. It took a total of three seconds to understand what she meant.
"Wow! You can tell?" I asked her.
She shrugged. "It took a while to see the resemblance, and I was more or less guessing—"
"Resemblance?" Annabeth asked, the gears turning in her head. It didn't take long for her to get it. "Wait, what? Seriously! You-you mean—"
"Could someone please explain what you're all on about?!" Edmund demanded.
Well what was I supposed to say, Susan is my grandmother?
"What?!" Shouted nine voices. Whoops. I said that out loud. Talk about some sudden news.
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Hi, guys, this is NarniaRoyalNavy.
For those of you who read and liked my previous story, I appreciate your support so much, and I feel I should explain why I took it down.
It had come to my attention that I was actually breaking copyright regulations, and so my story had to be removed so no one would get hurt.
I am not, however, done with my idea of Percy being a Pevensie, and this new story is one of my older ideas, with a lot more interaction between the two worlds, which I know a lot of you wanted from my other story.
I appreciate you guys so much, and I hope you like this story just as much as my old one.
With love, Navy
