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Chapter 1

Percy's POV

I'm going to do it, he tried to convince himself. I can do, I can do it, I can do it. Today was the day that Percy would join the Athenian army. As he had grown up, Percy could never forget about the army. He wanted to be a gladiator, he was going to be a gladiator. I can do it, I can do it, I can-

"Watch it" someone shouted at him. He was kneeling on the ground, picking up olives and putting them back in his basket.

"Sorry!" Percy got on his knees to help the young man.

"Grover." He said plainly.

"Huh?"

"My name, it's Grover."

"Sorry. I'm a nervous. Joining the Athenian army today." He said proudly. "Percy, by the way"

"Well Percy, i'd be a bit distraught if I were you. I hear that they aren't the nicest men. Good luck to you."

Just like that he got up and left. Percy stood there alone in the small village. It really was beautiful, he thought. All of these people working together to make a community. He kind of wished he could stay but this was the last village he had to walk through and it would be dark soon.

He really could use a good night sleep…

Percy found a quiet corner and put his bag down. He went to the village well and washed his face. Then he went back to his spot and laid down, using his small bad as pillow.

"You know, you could use a real pillow." Percy looked up and saw Grover leaning against the wall. Then, he tossed him something. It was a pillow. He looked up at Grover's lean figure.

"Thank you"

"I would ask you to come inside," Grover ignored his thank you. Percy guessed he was the modest type. "I work as a servant. The woman I work for wouldn't be very happy to have unannounced guests."

"It's okay. Really, I get it."

Someone shouted something incomprehensible. Grover's eyes got wide.

"I have to go." And just like that he rushed off for the second time that day.

Percy woke up early in the morning to the first speck of sun as he always did. He stood up, dusted himself off for pride and put his bag on his shoulder. He wanted to return Grover's pillow but he didn't know where to look.

"Excuse me, sir, do you happen to know where a young man named Grover lives?"

"Ah, yes. The boy who works for old Guinevere. That house over there." He pointed to a small house just like the rest of them, except her house didn't have the movement or excitement that the other houses had.

Percy walked to the house and knocked on the door, holding his breath. Grover answered the door.

"Thanks," he said as Percy handed him the pillow.

"Well, I'm off. Thanks, Grover. For everything." He smiled at the boy he smiled back.

"Maybe I'll see you sometime, Percy."

Percy walked out and headed off and daydreamed about saving people in a gleaming suit of armor. This was going to be awesome.