AN: The second chapter. I am sorry it is so short, but the chapters will get longer. Hopefully you all like this chapter, it has some surprises I think you'll not have seen coming. Voting for Percy's pairing will be up on Friday when the poll currently on my profile ends.
Anyways please enjoy the chapter and R&R!
History Rewritten: The Doors of Time.
Chapter 2: The Lost Hero.
THE FIRST THING PERCY NOTICED was he had a headache.
Second he was on the ground, on his back and the sun was beating down on him aggressively. As he turned a bit to sit up he saw the shine of metal and saw the sword which rested beside him. On the hilt was a peace of paper tapped to it, but the sight of the sword (a double-edged sword made of two metals: tempered steel and Celestial Bronze) was a spark of fear.
Then it was gone, and he tried to remember why he was fearful of this blade, it was a good blade with a long reach – about four feet – and looked to be effective on both mortal and monster, not that he'd use on mortals. Then as he thought this he realized he wasn't sure where he was, who he was and why he knew these things.
Celestial bronze, mortal, monster – how did he know these terms?
Perseus Jackson... he frowned. That name, that was his name but whoever was addressing him in an almost bored tone of voice – a male – he wasn't sure. He also didn't hear what else was said, it was like the memory was blackness and he only got the audio and even then he only got pieces.
Demigod, monsters...his head hurt even more now. Shaking his head he stood and pulled the sword from the ground, taking the taped note off as he did.
Percy,
I'm sorry I can't help you more, but I think you could use this. He would want you to have it, it's your by conquest anyways. Use it well
H-M.
Percy groaned and closed his eyes, the sword gripped tightly in his left hand.
Luke... backbiter.
His eyes snapped open and he gulped. Pulling the sword up in front of him he gazed into the blade and remembered why and how he knew this blade.
Backbiter had been Luke's sword, and Luke had been his friend before he betrayed them. He wasn't sure who 'them' was exactly but he knew he was part of that group. He knew Luke was dead now but he wasn't sure how, but he had a feeling had had something to do with it.
"You're up," a husky growl, yet polite voice said from behind him.
Percy turned, twisting backbiter in his hand before leveling it at whosoever throat was behind him. He almost faltered at the growls he heard, wolves. They were surrounding him he realized. The woman who'd spoken had eyes like a wolf, a moon-like silver, which were sort of familiar to him but he didn't know why. She also had long red hair.
The woman were a lonic style chiton which came to just above her knees, and couldn't be much older then him, with tanned skin and a viscous stance. She had a long bow slung over her back and two knives at her waist. She didn't look to be someone to start a fight with, she reminded him of someone but he didn't know who.
"Lower your sword," she said, the wolves snarling.
"Who are you?" Percy asked, his voice weary yet confused. His head still hurt, especially after remembering what he did.
"I am Lupa," the woman said. "I train demigods before they journey to Camp Jupiter. This is the wolf house – or a place close to it anyways."
Percy looked around and noticed that outside a clearing there stood a house of sorts, that must be the wolf house he thought.
"How long have I been here? Who left Backbiter for me? Do you know who I am?"
Lupa blinked at the machine gun questions, but she did notice he lowered the sword which seemed to be both celestial bronze – a metal mostly found by Greeks – and tempered steel. The blade gave off a aura of revulsion, at least to her heightened wolf senses. She could tell it had a sick and sad history. One this boy must be intimate with, Backbiter, she thought he called it.
"You have been here for over a month, sleeping. It's December 24th," Lupa told him and Percy noticed the snow then.
He hadn't felt cold though, but now that he looked at himself he saw a fur pelt of some sort over his shoulder, keeping him warm, a orange camp shirt under that and his jeans and shoes took care of the rest.
"I do not know who left you the sword, I assume you have a history with it."
Percy nodded, the sword at his side. A sheath was on the ground still, partially covered in snow. He'd pick it up in a moment he decided.
"I knew the previously owner, I think." he scowled. "No, I know I did, Luke. He's dead now though, it must have been his father. Funny, I can't recall who that was."
"You have amnesia," Lupa said, realization dawning on her.
Could this possibly be the missing camper Jason had mentioned in passing to her. Hera had brought him here, she knew that yet from her words he was not supposed to wake up for nearly seven months. Not till June or late may. Percy Jackson, this must be him. Sniffing discretely her senses caught the godly blood in the boys body. Poseidon was the strongest but under that... her eyes widened.
This boy was just as Roman as he was Greek. Son of Poseidon, legacy of Neptune and Mercury. He was something special, and something told Lupa Hera had not known this tidbit when she'd chosen to send him away for her little games.
"Do you know who I am?" Percy asked, hopeful. The wolves had back down some, sitting at the woman's – Lupa's side.
"I know your name is Perseus Jackson, I know you're a demigod son of Neptune – " Lupa knew this was not technically true but he could not know the truth yet. Hera had made her swear not to reveal his true identity as the Hero of Olympus, as the son of Poseidon. Her job was to watch him, to train him and then send him to camp. "- and legacy of Mercury."
Percy blinked, he recalled his name, but he hadn't realized it was short for anything - then he mentally hit himself, of course he did. How had he forgotten that quickly? Perseus, it was a good name. But it was Greek, meaning destroyer, or the destroyer. Neptune and Mercury were Roman gods weren't they? He couldn't believe how easy he was believing this but then it was almost like he already knew this stuff. He was just sitting in on a refresher course, before a big exam.
Lupa observed the demigod.
Neptune, the Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses, god of the seas. Mercury, the messenger god, god of Travel and Commerce. God of Merchandise and Merchants (for some reason Romans had always liked to believe Mercury was more then a god of thieves like his Greek counterpart. But in the end it was the same thing, Mercury was still as likely to pick your pocket as Hermes).
Both were an odd mix, add in to the fact he was a son of Poseidon in actuality, the boys powers over water and his father's domain must be vast.
"Mercury," Percy muttered.
Reaching down he picked up the sheath and slid Backbiter into it before attaching it to his side. It sounded familiar but at the same time wrong. His head pulsed with pain and he shook it to clear his thoughts. So it wasn't a good idea to try and drag up memories right now. He'd remember that.
"You said something about training, and Camp Jupiter," Percy said after a moment.
"Yes," Lupa said, her eyes practically glowing. "I shall train you to survive, and then when I am satisfied, when you can beat my wolves and hold your own against me, I shall send you to them. They will become your new family."
Lupa stepped closer to her new demigod. "I shall make you a true warrior of Rome," she said.
Percy could tell she meant her words and part of him couldn't help but get excited. The other part knew the next few weeks, maybe even months would be the hardest in his life – that he remembered anyways.
AN: I usually don't put notes at the end of a chapter but in this case I will. Some wonder how far back they'll go in time once we get there. The answer is somewhere during the Titan's Curse, but I haven't decided when yet. That depends on the pairing vote. Also I am sure some will wonder about Riptide, and he still has it, he just hasn't found it yet. I don't figure a pen is very heavy when it's in your pocket and he can't remember anything besides snippets right now.
