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Percy had been laying awake for hours calming his thoughts. Everyone around him sees the hero not the doubtful, shy or brokenness. Not broken as in depressed but it's hard not to vent about going through the embodiment of hell and walking out, it's hard not telling people how it was to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. While his cluthered thoughts faded with the sun's rise he started his moring routine. Most people think that Percy doesnt try anything when it comes to his hair, however they're wrong every morning he would look upon his head of black locks and, would try for at least thirty minutes everyday to make him self look more like the more eye attractive guys at camp however to no avail nothing he did ever felt right. Thats when he'd hop in the shower and let his thoughts run ramped again for a time untill he got out and went back to his cabin to get dressed and meet his friends at breakfast. When he got there, he felt sick about the awe inspiring looks shot his way, the batting eyelashes as girls looked his way with want, and the way the guys would show him envious glares as their girlfriends lost interest. Most people wanted to be him except him.
He smiled at his friends and headed over to his table to eat in silence and mentally prepare for the day. First up archery, Chiron still wouldn't budge on letting Percy skiv off when it came to archery even if he may or may not have accidentally shot tori daughter of Demeter in the leg (long story). Afterwards it was time for aerobics nothing to worrisome about that, being in shape wasn't a challenge when your a Demi-God, all the out of shape ones were dead. Then it was time for a quick swim, as Percy sat at the bottom of the lake Percy began to feel something tingle in the pit of his stomach, finally as the tug got more and more annoying he decided he'd swam for long enough and began the trip back to the real world the tug was almost unbearable as if he was back in Mt Saint Helens. When he broke the surface he could hear his name being carried in the wind he caught Annabeth and Piper's voices and maybe Nico? He wasn't sure.
As he armored himself up and headed for the border he could hear the rawr of a hellhound. When Percy reached the top of the hill he saw a boy with blond hair swipe the end of his bronze spear across the hounds chest. The boy turned around with flecks of golden dust on him the first thing to catch Percy's attention was the blue eyes with a purple tinge and filled with sparks. The boy smiled with warmth yet the underlying nervousness that came with actually making it to a sanctuary. "Hi I'm Connor, Connor Price" who are you?
A/N: This is my first fanfic, but im tired of constantly reading the same betrayed stories. Percy gets crossed by everyone dispearing to some place getting immense powers and coming back to save the day. Incase people weren't aware he can stand toe to toe with titans and Giants and primordials. For some odd reason if the need arises i think he'd be able to stand toe to toe with a god. Back to the reason i wrote this authors note. I don't have the best grammar as you might be able to sniff out so please dont be afraid to give me tips but no flames the hate aint necessary.