An account of Riptide's emotions and how Percy manipulates them.
An old weapon I am, now to be in the hands of the Savior of Olympus! How lucky I should be to have slain thousands of monsters on the battlefield, wonderfully wielded by Percy Jackson himself!
My wielder amuses me, for he thinks himself strong; Ah, how feeble he should act, for it is the sharpness of my blade and the balance of my weight that leads him to true victory! He takes pride in me for being the legendary weapon that was created by that Huntress, that Hesperide! He adores me for I have been used by the Great Hero Hercules himself!
Blood has stained my blade, yet Percy never finds the time to clean me. He should be glad I always come back to him in times of need.
But alas, why is it that I feel so? I am a sword that can be changed into a pen, and I am glad for those transformations. It makes me feel handy, you know. It is only sad that I have never really experienced being used for writing, because all Percy ever needs me for is for slaying monsters.
I bet it's wonderful to write with me. I don't have any other pen friends. If only Percy actually knew about how I feel! It's not always about him.
Okay, does anybody know why Annabeth's Hat and Riptide are characters? I'm amused, and at the same time, weirded out! Just wrote this for the fun of it.