People actually like my work? I should've uploaded these ages ago! I've had about fifty ideas sitting in my iPod notes for about two months now.
Also, does anyone know the name of the fourth book of HOO? I DOOOO!
House of Hades, here we come! Boo yaa baby.

And I just want to give a HUUUGE thanks to this wonderful person:

Ø Hambakhachana- Thanks soooo much for being the first to review.

Chapter 2:

Peasant Boy

The black haired, green eyed boy grunted as he pushed the heavy plough through the wheat fields. Normally Porkpie the Ox would be pulling it, but unfortunately, Porkpie was out of commission ever since the boy had run over the ox's foot with the plough, when he was still learning how to use it.

Now he considered himself an expert as he manoeuvred the heavy farm tool between crops. The peasant boy had become the man of the family at age twelve, when his father had died in a war that should never had happened, between King Zeus and King Kronos. Poseidon had fought bravely for Zeus' cause, but was killed by treachery, unfortunately leaving a widowed Sally Jackson and a fatherless Percy Jackson.

For six years now, Percy had looked after the family farm, his aging mother and their few valuables, mainly sentimental values such as his father's sword, Riptide, which had been returned to the Jacksons along with the dreadful life- changing letter, Sally's wedding band and engagement stamp, documents such as Percy's birth certificate, the ancient newspaper with an article about Sally's parents' deaths in a bandit attack, and their few precious farm animals that included Porkpie the ox, Blackjack the pure black stallion that was Percy's pride and joy, Guido the donkey, Rainbow the pig, which was named by Percy's younger brother Tyson, who was killed by bandits, Mrs O' Leary the huge black mastiff, Percy's cattle dog, and a few random sheep and cattle that didn't have names now that there was nobody left who had the time to think of names for farm animals. And then there was Bessie, the strange cow that made hissing noise like a serpent. Percy had wanted to sell the scary cow/ snake hybrid to the Meat Slakers, but Tyson had insisted on keeping Bessie safe. He said that Bessie wasn't safe in the outside world. Something about entrails… And besides, the cow was so devoted and loyal that Percy couldn't bring himself to dispose of it himself. So it stayed, and he eventually became fond of it.

Percy tried not to think of Tyson too much. Though people always reassured him that Tyson's death wasn't his fault, he still remembered that day vividly. People from Kronos' army had snuck up on the pair of peasant boys like a bunch of cowards. Percy hadn't reacted quickly enough. Only when there was an arrow through Tyson's right eye had Percy reached for Riptide, which he always wore in a scabbard on his belt, and killed them all. He had had to lug Tyson's literally dead weight all the way to the Jackson house, which was over ten kilometres away. By the time he had gotten home, Tyson's shirt was ripped, there was mud all the way down his chest, and his one calf brown eye, that was bloodshot from the arrow, was already starting to turn a milky white (Tyson had lost one eye when he had been working in the forges one day, and he had gotten caught in a fire. He had escaped with only first degree burns, but had somehow lost an eye.)

Percy wasn't watching where he was going with the plough, and accidentally swiped a whole row of carrots. He swore under his breath. Mother wouldn't be too happy.

After about another half hour of ploughing the fields, Percy went to feed all the animals, then he cleaned the stables. For the second time that day. Sometimes he thought those animals pooped extra hard and fast just to annoy him. As he was scrutinizing the property for anything suspicious, as he did every night, Percy noticed that in some places the fence was sagging, but it was getting dark, so he decided that he would fix it tomorrow.

For Percy, sunset was his favourite time of the day. Training time. Just an hour of alone time with Riptide. Every night he learned another one of the sword's many secrets. He wished he could train with a real master, like Lord Ares, who was famous throughout the land for his unbeatable swordsmanship, his undying fury with the sword and unmistakable skill with a weapon.

But until a miracle like that happened, Percy was stuck training by himself on old stacks of hay, working out his own patterns and routines.

Three times a week, Percy walked the five kilometres to town for a full eight hours of learning. On his mother's orders, of course. As if Percy would willingly enter that hell hole. The only things that made school bearable was Percy's favourite teacher, Mr Brunner, as he preferred to be called, and Percy's best friend Grover Underwood. Percy also had a small crush on a cute girl by the name of Rachel Elizabeth Dare. Rachel was also one of his best friends, and he hated himself for crushing on her, when a relationship would make their friendship awkward.

The next day, Wednesday, was one of those 'dreaded days'. Percy gulped. Maybe he could pretend he was sick. Maybe he could- Rachel. He thought. Grover. Chiron. If you don't go to school, you don't get to see your friends. The distraught boy sighed, ran his fingers through his messy black hair. Then he felt another pair of fingers run through his hair.

"Mum," he complained. "I'm not a kid anymore."

"You'll always be my baby." Sally said, hugging her son close.

"Mum!" Percy's voice was muffled by Sally's shirt.

"Percy." Sally smiled fondly at her son who looked so much like his father. She ran her fingers through his hair again. "You need a hair cut," she suddenly said.

"What? No!" Percy backed away when his mother brought her little handy scissors out from her sewing kit. "I like my hair just the way it is!"

"Percy. I'm your mother. I decide what length your hair is."

"Mum! I'm eighteen years old! Heck, some guys are getting married at my age! This guy called Travis Stoll from school proposed to his girlfriend Katie Gardner the other day!"

Sally advanced with the scissors, trying to hide her smile.

Percy shouldered his backpack and ran out the door, yelling vehement protests all the way down the driveway. Sally smiled and shook her head. Percy had never been in such a rush to get to school before.

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