DISLCAIMER: You can find my whole disclaimer in the Introduction. It still applies, word for word.
The Latin (Prehaps Greek too, later on) phrases are being translated via Google Chrome. I will post the English versions near the bottom of the chapter.
Percy III
Whilist the old woman was heavy, Percy was much more enveloped in his own thoughts. For one, who exactly was the old woman? She said the month of June was named after her, but Percy had never studied up on the namesakes of the months. Cars sped by as Percy walked along the bike lane of the tunnel.
He shook it off. June wasn't a threat, that's all that was important. 'Dwindle on nothing. Only recall what will keep you alive,' Lupa had taught him, after Percy had been panic stricken over his loss of memory. To make her point, she would constantly bite at him when he least expected it. It had taught him to be on his toes at all times, even when all seemed calm.
However, Percy was still thinking about his past. The memories he was remebering faded as soon as he had them. It was much like the scent of food; take your time, or lose it forever.
June had been rambling the whole time, and Percy just started to listen in when they were nearing the two Roman guards. "Lupa has trained you well half-blood, frater esset superbus*," the old woman said, smiling her near toothless grin.
"Errr, thank you?" Percy asked, feeling awkward. The second half of June's sentence made little sense. Apparently, June sensed this.
"Hahaha! Fear not hero, you are strong and brave. Now act so," she said wistfully, staring off towards the Romans who had long ago raised their spears in a X formation, blocking the entrance to a maintence tunnel.
"Halt! Who are you?' one of them asked, a male who was dressed in Roman armour, identical to the person next to him.
"I am Perseus Jackson, son of Poseidon, god of the seas and horses," Percy said with new found confidence. He didn't know what the bit about Poseidon was. It just felt correct, like it was as obvious as saying he had black hair.
"Neptune, you mean? You had better hope that is far from true, caliga, the other child of Neptune had been in foul temperment for a long while," the other guard said, a girl around Percy's age.
"Look, there are two gorgons chasing me. If you do not let me in, then they will be here in a few minutes. Are you going to let me and an old woman in, or fight two monsters?" Percy asked, his sea green eyes ablaze with fustration, with was built upon exhuastion and hunger. However, he was given a new emotion, confusement. He had a sibling?
"He has a point, Michael," the girl told her comrade quietly.
"Silence Dakota. Who is this old woman?" The one called Micheal inquired, sneeringly guestering to June.
"June, like the month," Percy said. That's really all he knew.
"It was named after me!" June cried from over his shoulder.
"Yeah. Listen, can we come in or not?' Percy asked.
"You can. The old woman, can not," Micheal said not moving.
"She will die," Percy argued, eyebrows scrunched in fustration.
"I doubt it," Dakota said, a smirk on her face.
"Ah, Dakota darling, it's been so long. You may put me down now Perseus. You have fulfilled your end of the bargain. I will fullfill my mine. Your memories will return to you, fret not. In the coming weeks you must be strong, or you will die. This is the way of Romans," the old woman said as Percy set her down. June smiled and touched his face, and Percy, for once, wasn't disgusted by her.
Percy suddenly felt sick to his stomach, like the feeling of dread had set up camp in his core. He vaulted backwards and fell to the ground. A searing pain took place in his lower back, and he screamed, before blacking out.
Percy awoke on cold dirt, groaning. He silently wondered if going to the sea was a better option.
However, he stopped his reminising and got up, looking around. He was in a forest, one full of red wood trees. Around him were three other people, some older, some his age. They snickered at him, and he felt his face. He growled and wiped it off, dirt falling to the ground.
"To prove your worth, you must first pass our tests. You are to hunt down and dispose the monster that lives in these woods," a girl told him, but not the one from the entrance. This girl had dark eyes, almost black, and a black mess of hair. Her smirk reminded him of an old friend, but Percy put the memory away for now.
"Fine. What monster resides here?" Percy asked, feeling for his pen in his pocket. It wasn't there.
"Giving you that answer would make the test pointless. If you do not return in a day, then we assume you are dead. If you pass, this will put you Legion Training. Fortuna vobiscum," a boy said sarcastically, showing Percy Riptide. "Your possesions will be given back to you if you survive," he said, before he and the girl who had also spoken walked away talking, leaving just one girl. She looked identical to Percy, green eyes and black hair.
"I thought I was the only child of our father. But that doesn't matter. If your my brother, you are strong. You just don't know it yet," she said, smiling. It was the first smile Percy had seen since he awoke at the Wolf House. "Don't think I'm getting soft. I just want to find Jason," she said, her hard demeanour coming back, before she left.
Who in Hades was Jason?
But Percy had little time to worry about it, because the sound of a child sobbing was emitting from deep in the forest.
The son of Poseidon (or Neptune, whatever) braced himself, and walked in.
Not my best work, but I hope you guys like it!
Frater esset superbus = My brother would be proud
caliga = boot. I use this in the sense of a term for newbies.