(So this story has been sitting around my files for 1 year now, and I haven't come around to posting it, so here it is.)

Bad Luck Percy

In my Percy Jackson stories, he was never in the river of styx.

Prologue

I moved a little for the first time from what seemed like years. My side ached and I realized that my dream wasn't true. When I put my hand to the side, though it was tightly bandaged. I moved my arm in a backwards position and tried to pull myself up.

"Percy Jackson."

"Who's there?" I grunted pathetically.

"You remember my son Kronos."

"O-Ouranos?"

"Yes. You have guessed correctly."

"Why am I here?"

"That battle with the manticore wasn't just for his revenge."

"I can tell."

"I have no ambrosia or nectar for you so you'll have to deal with it."

"Why? Are you trying to help me? Why'd you save me?"

"Couldn't let a young hero die? Could I? Especially if he can help me."

"What do you want? I'm not doing it though."

"You don't have too. The curse will work its magic."

"Curse?"

"Yes. The curse. I put it on you while you were unconscious."

"Wonderful," I said sarcastically.

"It will give you bad luck, and peril. It will occasionally put you and your loved ones in life-threatening situations. Tell anyone, and it will throw you into shock, poisoning you."

"Do what I say and it will go away."

"Nope."

"Suit yourself."

My blank surroundings vanished, and I plummeted from great heights and into the sea.

Chapter 1

I woke up and breathed fresh air. I took a look around me. As far as I could see I was in a bed, in an underwater room, in my dad's castle. The only reason I breathed air instead of water is my dad took it upon himself to make me a small room with an air bubble around it. He figured that if I had breathed air for my whole life that when I came to visit I should be comfortable.

The room was painted blue and shells decorated the walls. The tile floor was green, and miniature white columns lined the corners of the walls. I sat up and looked around again. My wound was healed up a bit, but still stung. I could get energy from the water, and make small scrapes and bruises heal, but I couldn't make such a big gash heal.

Last year I learned that ambrosia spoils easily in water and nectar doesn't work either, so basically with only a little help from the water I would have to heal the old fashion way. I heard some water whirling in the hallway, and my dad cracked open the door and peeked on me.

"Hey, Percy! Are you feeling better?"

"Yes sir."

"Good, I wish I could stay longer, but you need your rest and I have work, meet me in the main hall at one."

"I don't think I need any rest. How long have I been out?"

"Percy, you were missing for four months."

My mouth dropped to the floor.

"I-Is Annabeth okay?"

"She's torn apart."

"Have you told her?"

"We didn't. We just didn't want to of found you and then you die."

"Oh."

"We'll surprise her later."

"Should I really go to sleep after four months of it?"

My dad sighed.

"Come with me."

I carefully slid out of the bed and followed my dad, slightly limping. The walking soon tuned into swimming, because we entered the hall.

"Seeing, that you don't want to sleep, maybe we can talk now instead of at one."

"Sure."

"Just a few questions. What happened that made you disappear?"

I should've known they would ask about what happened.

"Well, I was just taking the walk, and I was sprung by the manticore."

"Is that how you got your wound? How is it feeling by the way? May I see it?"

I pulled up my shirt just enough to reveal the long scratch that ran across my stomach onto my side and around onto my back.

"Eww. I'm just puzzled on how you didn't start healing until we found you yesterday."

"Yeah."

"Where were you the past four months? Were you being help captive?"

"Well, I-I'm not sure where I was. I swore I was only gone a few days."

"My, my."

"I think I was being held captive, there were a few mummers here and there from the outside, but…" And that was the truth. The only truth I was willing to say.

"Interesting. I have an idea. If you need more time to rest up you're welcome to stay, but if you don't I can send Grover to meet you on the beach."
"Sounds great. Why can't we just call them?"

"I have to contact the gods first."

"Were they worried?"

"They think you're dead, but yes. Pretty much everyone."

I bet I know who wasn't.

"Can we send for Grover, call the gods, then call Tyson, and then I can find my way? That way Grover will have time to get to the beach."

"Actually I do like that plan. I shall call one of my servants to call for Grover."

"Great."

"Ready?"

"Yep."

He flipped a golden drachma into the water and it landed softly.