Chasing a Demigod (part 2)
Firts off, I like to thank Snowthewhitewolf for being the first person to review on my story, I'll send your virtual fishes as soon as possible!
I try to pay attention as my hero answers question about the starts of the Olympian Revolution, I really do, and not for the reasons you might think. Based on the way he answers, I can tell two things: 1. he only knows basic Greek history, and 2. I'm screwed.
The poor boy doesn't even know he's a demigod. Or that he's most probably about to die.
When the questions are finally over, and we've looked over a few more things here, we're allowed to go out for 'lunch'. What is this and where's mine are mysteries for another day.
Through the curse of this 'lunch' I discover a few other things about my hero. He likes to be called Percy, his only friend is called Grover and is a satyr, a freckled, red haired monster likes him, and he's a son of Poseidon.
Honestly, I don't know what gave it away. Maybe it was the giant fist of water he just made, or the fact that he smells like the sea, or why neither the centaur nor the satyr seem to know it. What I do know though, is that I shouldn't have been standing so close to the freckled monster. Because now, as I sit on my butt at the bottom of this fountain with the monster shrieking "Percy pushed her!" as an answer to the Fury's question, I know I might just have signed my hero's death sentence.
"No, wait, he didn't…" Why no one noticed me protesting or even that I wasn't a student, I have no idea.
"Wait!" the satyr yelped, giving me a whole new impression on satyrs. Maybe some of them where actually brave. Or maybe this one just had a death wish. It was my fault, I did it. I pushed her"
"I don't think so, Mr. Underwood." The Fury said, and as she did her eyes passed over me. Instantly, I felt as though the water were freezing around me, gluing me to the damn fountain floor. "You will stay here. Maybe even help the poor girl get out of the water." Smirking at me as I glared at her, Alecto turned and walked away.
"It's okay man, thanks for trying" Percy called out to the satyr, giving me what looked like an 'I'm sorry' look before following the fury into the museum.
The satyr looked desperately between the centaur and the museum entrance, as though trying to decide what to do. "Go for the centaur." I said as I struggled to get out of the water. With wide brown eyes, Grover Underwood turned to look at me, as though he just remembered he'd been given the order of helping me out.
I took his extended hands without further question when he offered them and almost went out flying when he pulled me out. With barely a glance back, I took off running as fast as my legs could carry me.
Stopping only when I realized Amyntas would be the only thing I could use to protect him and that I wouldn't be in time to use it. Searching desperately, I found it. It was truly the most marvelous thing I ever seen on this world, in all my thirty minutes of being here. There, on the centaur's lap was a ballpoint pen.
With barely a second thought, I started running again.
Taking the pen was easy, getting rid of the blanket and the unwanted attention of the mortals was another story. But when you have a teacher shouting after you to 'give that pen back!' avoiding to be the center of attention is kind of hard.
And so I kept on running. For the first time on my life, praying to any god who might listen that I got there on time.
