Disclaimer: Percy Jackson and the Heroes of Olympus belong to Rick Riordan
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A/N: Unlike the Percy Jackson and the Heroes of Olympus series written by the amazing Rick Riordan, this fanfiction will be written in first person.
As a little game, I have hidden a reference in here from another fandom. Please comment which fandom it is and what the reference is below!
The first thing I noticed was the girl.
She was around eight, with a small, pert nose, and slightly up tilted eyes. Her long brown hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and her clothes were plain, but finely made.
But what struck me were her eyes. They looked normal, but they were bright red, and flame seemed to be behind them like smoke under glass.
And she was looking straight at me.
I sat up. Well, tried to anyway. The second I moved my body, it felt as though someone had slid a dagger between my ribs, so I decided that laying down and talking didn't seem like such a bad idea.
"Lady Hestia." I croaked, feeling as through I had not spoken for days.
Her eyes flared up with surprise.
In the few seconds it had taken her to form a response, I took a quick look around the room, assessing where I am.
Bright light filtered through the curtains that slowly swayed in the breeze. Next to the girl, on the opposite side of the room was a small hearth, the coals still glowing with heat. Surrounding me was a mixture of medical supplies and medications that stacked the shelves all around me. Some of the medications seemed to be labeled with simple modern mortal medications, like Ibuprofen and Advil, while others seemed more godly, like nectar and ambrosia. There were even a few odd ones, like a "pepperup potion" or "skelegrow".
I was laying on a bed half surrounded by a curtain. The bed was covered with bright yellow, no gold,blankets. The room, actually, seemed to be covered in gold. The tiles, the walls, even the ceiling seemed to be themed in gold. The color scheme oddly reminded me of the Apollo cabin back at Camp Half-Blood.
"You know who I am?" She said this with raised eyebrows, it being more of a question than a statement.
That put me on my guard.
I slowly sat up, assessing her.
"Yes," I said slowly, trying to see if she was being serious. "Do you know who I am?"
"No," She said, tilting her head to the side in a way that was almost feline, "Should I?'
I probably would have said more, but my head pounded, I slipped back into unconsciousness.
I went in and out of consciousness for what seemed like days. Sometimes Hestia was there, sometimes she wasn't. Every once in a while some guy in a white lab coat seemed to be checking on me. When I finally regained consciousness I didn't open my eyes right away, for I felt a presence sitting next to the hearth, tending the the flames. I racked my memory for what had happened.
Tartarus. Bob. Arai. Annabeth. And a flash of light. That was the last thing that I remembered, a flash of light. Which is especially odd, as there is no light in tartarus.
I shot up. Hestia jumped a little before she seemed to settle herself. Her eyes got that look again in her eyes as she started to say, "Wh-"
"Annabeth," I said, beginning to freak out, "Where is Annabeth."
Hestia got a bit of a confused look be for she shook her head and said to me, "The girl you were with? She is safe, unconscious, but healing and safe" She continued "You were the first to wake up."
I felt my shoulders relax and I was slowly lowering myself back onto the pillow when I felt the bandages. Feeling as terrible as I was, and covered in this many bandages, I tried not to think about how bad the injuries were when I first appeared here- wherever here is.
"Thank the gods," I muttered.
"You shouldn't move that quickly," Hestia said, "You are still healing, and you are lucky to be alive, for gorgons blood poisoning isn't an easy thing to come back from." She began to speak again, "Who are you?"
I started, and said, "Lady Hestia, we have met multiple times, how can you not-"
Just then the door burst open. Standing in the doorway stood a man in white lab coat. He looked at me, and surprise flashed in his eyes.
"Your awake," the man said said, looking a bit shocked, "I wasn't expecting you to wake for another few hours."
I stared at him for a few seconds before saying, "I'm sorry, who are you?" It seems this question was going to be through around a lot.
And I could have sworn that I could feel Annabeth punch my shoulder for the abruptness of the question.
The man, no god, I realized, for this was definitely a god who was standing before me. He had that aura, that otherworldly sense, that made it obvious that even though he looked and talked like the mortals running all around New York with there jobs, stress, and short-lifespans, he was definitely not one.
The god shook his head as if to clear away whatever thought was nagging at him.
"Of course, forgive my manners," the god said, "I am Asclepius, the Greek god of healers."
"Oh," I said intelligently, "All right then."
"Is it alright if I do a quick check up?" Asclepius said, "To make sure all of the poison is gone."
I slowly nodded my head, not quite trusting this "Aslcepius".
As he came over to check me I let my mind wander.
Alright, step one is figure out where I am. It seemed that I was on Olympus, probably in Apollo's own personal infirmary or something, if the color scheme was any indication. I remembered Annabeth telling me something about Asclepius being Apollo's son.
Step two was a bit harder to figure out. How did I get here? I was stumped. Maybe some god- no. The gods were at war with themselves, that and the fact that I had been in Tartarus, which was out of the gods domain that if they had wanted to get me and Annabeth out they wouldn't have been able to. Not that they would have cared to in the first place. Alright, so not a god, not a titan, because Bob would have been able to get us out. Not a god, not a titan, maybe a primordial. But what primordial world want to get me out of Tartarus? Lets see, Nyx? Doubtful Ouranus? No, he's pretty much dead. Gaea? Maybe... if she wanted to take me and Annabeth out of Tartarus to kill us for our blood to be used to awaken her. But she went through a lot of trouble to get us down there in the first place. I would have kept on running deities through my head if Asclepius hadn't spoken.
"It appears that the poison is completely gone," he said, his eyebrows scrunched as if he was completing an extremely complicated puzzle and was looking for one piece in a sea of a hundred. He shook his head again. "I'll come back later to check on you." After I'd nodded he he'd turned around and walked out, still looking as though he was trying to solve some complected puzzle.
Hestia sat up straighter and cleared her throat, before asking in a polite but demanding way, obviously having wanted to ask the question for a while.
"Who are you?"
A/N Just so you know, this is my first fanfiction. I ask that if you are to criticize, please give me some constructive criticism. I would personally highly appreciate the constructive criticism, because it would give me room to improve.
Written 12/05/17
Edited 4/12/18
