Dear Percy Jackson
Summary: After Percy Jackson gets his book, Percy Jackson and the Greek Gods, published,he receives some letters from the Olympians and some other minor gods…
There are spoilers to this story, about the Percy Jackson and the Greek Gods (obviously!) and probably the PJO series and the HoO series.
Disclaimer: I don't own PJO, HoO, or Percy Jackson and the Greek Gods: that honour belongs to Rick Riordan.
Chapter 1 – A Bunch Of Letters
Percy Jackson stood in his room, holding a golden-coloured copy, which was as gold as the gold in someone's eyes when they were possessed by an eidolon, a possessing spirit (and Percy knew what it was like – not a situation he wanted to live through again) with a silver title: PERCY JACKSON, and under it, orange-gold writing that read: AND THE GREEK GODS. Under that were two statues – one of Poseidon, one of Athena (it reminded Percy of himself and Annabeth – he smiled at this), and Percy Jackson standing between them, looking fierce but heroic, holding the shield his Cyclops half-brother Tyson in one hand, and Anaklusmos, or Riptide if you translated the Ancient Greek into English, his Celestial bronze sword that took the form of a ballpoint pen when it wasn't bashing up evil giants and Titans, or disintegrating some naughty, naughty monsters that enjoyed killing demigods.
That book told of the stories of the twelve major Olympians, plus Hades and Persephone, told Percy style. His mom, Sally Jackson, had found that book in a bookstore close to the apartment where she, Percy, and Paul Blofis were living – and she promised that she'd read a chapter each night before Percy went to bed. Stupid dyslexia – he was seventeen, for the gods' sake. His mom was going to read him a bedtime story (he wouldn't call the stories of the gods bedtime stories out aloud, because they were pretty gory and bloody and violent, and he was sure the gods wouldn't have approved much).
He had his messy, black tangled hair and his sea-green eyes. He wore his orange Camp Half-Blood T-shirt and his leather necklace with the clay beads, usually when he was in the apartment, to remind him of his other home. There was his Camp Jupiter tattoo under his AHS Swim Team jacket and his shirt – to remind the son of Poseidon about his Roman home, where he was going to study soon (if he passed his SAT and his DSTOMP – gods, what did that mean?). He wore normal jeans and sneakers, so he passed off as normal… most of the time.
Percy laid the copy down on his study desk, next to all his study papers. He hated to study, mostly because of his dyslexia which made his learning difficult, but he knew he had to, for his own good. He sighed.
Another voice, though familiar, behind him said, "Beautiful day, isn't it?"
Percy resisted the urge to gasp or yell. Yet, this man seemed familiar. The window was open, and leaning against it and the wall was a smiling young or middle-aged (it was confusing) man. He had blond hair, and he wore a fancy business suit. In his right hand was a phone, but it wasn't just any phone – it glowed. Strangely. With a bluish light. And it didn't come from the screen. He had a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, as if his eyes were saying, Oh look, I'm gonna steal some valuable stuff! That okay with you? Strangely, he looked familiar. Percy remembered those mischievous twinkles from the kids at Cabin Eleven back at Camp Half-Blood…
"Hermes." Percy didn't know what to do: to bow to the messenger god, to greet him, or to yell, "MOM! A GOD'S LANDED IN MY ROOM! DO WE MAKE HIM TEA OR NOT?". Instead, he spoke politely, with a slight bow of the head, "Hello… sir. Uh, Lord Hermes, erm, forgive me for asking, but what are you doing here?"
The god of thieves and messengers clicked his tongue. "Nice seeing you again, Percy! Anyways, I've got a tight schedule ahead of me, so… here." He snapped his fingers and more than a dozen envelopes appeared, all with fancy cursive English writing (which was murder to poor Percy's eyes), and they all flew to the table. Percy picked up one envelope, and it said, HERMES MAIL EXPRESS in Ancient Greek, and the English turned into understandable Ancient Greek (thank goodness).
"Well, I'll be off. George and Martha say hello," Hermes winked, and then disappeared without a trace or sign that he had been in Percy's apartment, except for the letters.
Percy opened the envelope he had in his hand. A fine, smooth paper was inside. Gently, and with trembling hands, Percy read the letter, his brain translating the Ancient Greek in his head:
Dear Percy Jackson,
It has come to our notice that you have published a book named 'PERCY JACKSON AND THE GREEK GODS.'
We, the gods, have been reading this and have been writing our responses to your book.
Good luck. Hope that you won't be killed or driven insane by our letters.
From, the Olympians
(and Hades!)
(and me, Persephone, too!)
(and a few other gods!)
(Not forgetting me, Apollo the Awesome!)
(Shut up, Apollo, you're an Olympian!)
Percy widened his eyes. A letter from the gods?! Well, he remembered four years ago, he had received a blue letter from his dad that had said, Brace yourself. But this was different. Every Olympian, plus Hades and some others, had sent him letters individually.
He wasn't a fan of the words: Good luck. Hope that you won't be killed or driven insane by our letters. But something told him he had no choice.
He took the top envelope, a nice sky-blue one, which on the back read, Perseus Jackson, Apartment in New York, NY, USA, The World (Good luck, Jackson).
Taking a deep breath, he took the flap, opened it, and began to read.