(AN) Hey guys! Welcome to Chained, my first ever fanfiction that I have published! Warning! Torture and Language! I do accept constructive criticism but flames will be laughed at! This is just the intro and more of a filler than anything so sorry about that! Make sure to comment or like the story if you want me to keep working on it! Anyway, hopefully, you enjoy the story and stay awesome! Love you guys!
Our story starts at a beautiful beach on the edge of Long Island Sound. The perfect, 74 degree, sunny afternoon with a slight breeze is obvious signs that it is mid Spring. On the beach sits two figures, close together, holding hands and laughing. One figure is a boy, no older than 17, with a swimmers body(toned and muscular but not overly so)wild black hair and sea green eyes that are sparkling with mischief. The boy wears a dark green cutoff, that goes well with his eyes, and black swimming trunks. The other figure is a girl, about the same age as the boy, with long blonde curls and calculating, but pretty, grey eyes. She is also toned and fit, with a body like a runner. She is wearing an orange camp T-shirt with the words CAMP HALF-BLOOD printed on the front. She also wore tight jean shorts. Her hair is tied back into a ponytail and is brushed neatly.
PERCY POV
"God Wise Girl", I said, teasing her, "you are so cute when you laugh". We were currently on a date at our favorite spot, the beach at the edge of the camp. She tried to give me a glare but it wasn't very intimidating because her face was red from laughing and tears were forming at the corners of her amazing grey eyes. See, if you don't know who I am or you Annabeth is, then why are you reading this story. But no worries, good old Uncle Percy is gonna give you a story. Let's start with my name. My name is Perseus Jackson, although I prefer Percy. I'm the Bane of Kronos and Gaia, Hero of Olympus, yadda yadda yadda. I don't care much for all the titles or fame and attention. I'm the son of Poseidon and apparently one of the greatest heroes alive, again, who cares? I go to this camp, Camp Half-Blood, for all the kids of the Greek gods. There is another camp for the Roman aspects but we can get into that later. The girl sitting next to me is Annabeth Chase, the most beautiful, intelligent, and amazing girl I know. She also happens to be my girlfriend and the love of my life. Anyway, last year I was in the biggest war known to both mortal and magical history, titled the Second Giant War(I also fought in the First Giant War). We defeated Gaea and prevented her from rising and destroying the world. This past year has been quite peaceful with no major quests being issued, no prophecies, and only the occasional monster attack. But right now I'm focused on one thing and one thing only, my master plan. What is my master plan, you ask? Well, my plan is to propose to the love of my life. I'm almost ready to execute it, I have the ring(made by Hephaestus himself), the location, and what I'm going to say. I just have to wait for the right time, which I'm struggling on. Every time I plan on telling her, something comes up. A monster attacks, Chiron wants to see me but when I arrive he forgets why he called me, or Annabeth is called up to Olympus to remodel something. It is almost like something doesn't want me to propose. I turn back to Annabeth, a look of love in my eyes, and say, "Hey, I need to...uhh...grab something in my cabin, I'll be back". Annabeth stares at me suspiciously for a second then replies, "Okay, but hurry back". I kiss her on the cheek before running off towards my cabin. I burst through my cabin door and honed in on the lockbox hidden underneath my bed. I opened it and found the blue velvet box with the ring in it. I stuffed it in my pocket before leaving my cabin and heading towards the beach. I was just reaching the crest of the hill when I felt my feet leave the ground and the scenery changed around me. I was chained and in a cell and in front of me stood one of the gods that hate me the most, Athena.
On the beach, a blonde girl sat in the warm sand waiting patiently for her boyfriend to return. After about 15 minutes, she stood and headed off in search of her missing love. She searched the whole camp but there was no sign of Percy. She asked Chiron if he had seen him, but Chiron told the girl that he hadn't seen Percy since this morning. Unbeknownst to everyone in camp, Percy was gone. And the only evidence that he was ever there, besides his belongings in his cabin, was a small, blue velvet box, sitting in the grass just off to the side of the beach.