The Disney's Perseus
A Percy Jackson story
Written/edited by: Max/musiclover99
©-Rick Riordan; Disney
I'm trying (and kinda failing, a little) at prewriting this, but I'm a few chapters ahead, so that's okay, I guess, if I keep writing. So yeah, this will hopefully be okay on the updating thing, cause the rest of my stories are practically DYING here, so yeah. Sorry. I'll try, though, but I've had a bunch of homework and after school activities . . . Yeah. But whatever, ON WITH THE "EPIC" JOURNEY!
On the morning of one peaceful day in Greece, a cart had just returned home with two passengers.
"So, Percy," Sally started, getting off, "are you getting used to Gabe?" At the question, Percy stiffened slightly, but then relaxed.
"Mom," he said slowly. "The guy is a pig."
"He has farmland, and some money—"
"Gods know how," Percy muttered.
"—and he's helpful in ways you don't know."
Percy sighed, and said, "Mom, he's awful. He smells so bad that the horses try to get away. He's hideous, a pig, and—"
"Percy!" Sally chided lightly.
"No, no, you're right," Percy said, raising his hands in the defeat motion, before continuing, "A pig's more sophisticated and well-mannered. A classmate of mine has one."
"Why don't you ever refer to them as your friends, Percy?" Sally asked, trying to change the subject. He shrugged.
"I dunno," he said. "They just don't seem like my friends." Considering everyone calls me a freak or loser, Percy added in his head. Sally just sighed in reply, and went around back to get the hay for Blackjack.
"I'll go put this inside," Sally said, trying to get a better grip on it. "You just wait here, okay?"
"Yes, mom." A few seconds after she left, Percy noticed a man having trouble holding up a pot in his storage. Percy walked over, thinking that maybe, for once, he could help instead of messing something up.
"Do you need any help?" he asked, holding up the other side anyway.
"Oh, thank you," the man said.
"No problem," Percy grunted, trying to hold the pot up. "Gods, this is heavy."
The man's eyes widened when he noticed who it was. "P-Perseus! No, no, I don't need any help, you can just go off, I'll be fine," he insisted, trying to hold the pot on his own.
Percy looked at him skeptically. "Are you sur—"
"Yes, yes, I'm okay, go run along now," he shooed. Percy looked dejected, but complied, sighing as he went outside. A few seconds later, a discus[1] landed by his foot.
"Hey! Can you give it here?" one boy asked. Percy picked it up and said somewhat-flatly, "Sure. Need an extra guy?"
All three boys started a bit when they noticed who it was. The two behind the first one shoved him.
"S-sorry, Perce, but uh . . . we already got three, and we wanna keep it even." Percy took a quick second to think about that, and said, "Wait, three's not—"
"See you, Perce!" the boy said quickly, grabbing the discus out of his hands.
"What a loser," one said, before running out of sight.
"Klutz."
Percy looked back semi-wistfully and sighed, sitting down on the side of the fountain. Unknowingly, behind him, the water was starting to churn.
"Where's mom?" he muttered. "I should ask her to move to Sparta or something. It'd be easier."
"Head's up!" Percy looked up in shock, and saw that the discus was going his way. He ignored it and let it fly past him, and it hit the pillar behind him. Unfortunately, it was the old one that was getting kind of shaky, so it started wobbling.
"Oh no," he said. "Oh, no, no, no, no, no." He ran towards the pillar and tried to still it, but it wobbled even further, until the top collapsed from the unevenness. Percy dived out of the way to avoid being hit, and the pillar knocked into the one on the left, so the rest were falling from the domino affect.
"Oh this is bad," he said, running his hand through his hair in frustration. The water began bubbling. The man from earlier, with the large pot, was at the very center of the pillars and was about to be hit. Instead of collapsing, the pillars just stayed on the roof of the building.
Percy didn't notice this and was still frustrated and panicking slightly. He didn't know what happened next, but the building was destroyed, the man was soaked, and the fountain suddenly seemed like it was missing some water. He looked around at the mess, and picked up the discus by his foot again.
"Nice save, Prissy," the boy from before sneered, taking the discus from his hands again.
"Percy!" Sally said, running towards him. "What happened?"
"That is it, Sally!" the now soaked man said. "Your boy is a menace!"
"He's too different!"
"He's too dangerous to be around normal people!"
Percy inwardly flinched, but still kept an emotionless mask on. Normal people, he thought. I'll never exactly be "normal".
"He is just a kid!" Sally defended. "He . . . he has a lot going on, okay? He's only fifteen!"
"Sixteen, soon! That is not a kid's age!"
"I'm warning you!" the man said, still dripping (Percy thought it was a wonder he was still wet considering how red his face was becoming—the water should evaporate in a second). "Keep that . . . that, freak away!"
The two of them had went up to the hilltop, looking at the sunset in silence, trying to forget about that . . . little incident. Well, one of them was.
"Don't let them get to you, Percy," Sally said. "They—"
"Are right?" Percy finished. "I'm not normal. I know I'm not! I've always known that." He sighed. "I feel like I'm not one of them, that I'm not like everyone."
Sally looked down at the ground. "Honey, being normal's not always a good thing! It's okay to be different. As long as you're you."
Percy just waved that off, and went back down, leaving Sally alone. She sighed, and said, "I was hoping this wouldn't happen."
Percy had gone off to a cliff where he usually goes to, one that faces the sea. He felt calmer here. He almost felt—dare he say (err, think?) it?—normal here.
Up on Olympus, the Muses were bored.
"Anything to do?" Thalia, the Muse of Comedy, asked. "And where are some of the others?"
"Well," Clio, Muse of History, started, "Melpomene[2] is probably overlooking some play. Urania[3] is off helping some philosophers or something, and Polyhymnia[4] is off doing gods-know-what. Is that it?"
"You're missing Erato[5]," Euterpe, Muse of Music, pointed out. "She's probably doing something, gods-know-what, too."
"Right. Is that all?"
"Well, there are nine Muses, and there's five of us here. Oh no, we're missing five," Thalia said wryly. "Totally."
"For a Muse of Comedy, you lay on the sarcasm too thick. It's not funny anymore."
"I'm me! I'm always funny!"
"What's going on in the mortal world?" Calliope, Muse of Heroic and Epic Poetry, asked, trying to change the subject.
"Well . . . that farmer's crops are dying, that woman is riding a cart," Thalia said.
"Wait!" Euterpe interrupted. "What's that boy doing?"
"Isn't he Poseidon's boy?" Terpsichore, Muse of Dance, asked. "The not yet claimed one?"
"I think he is! He's grown up so much, hasn't he?" Clio said.
"He looks a bit sad," Euterpe noticed. She strummed her lyre. "Maybe we should add some music?"
"Why not?" Thalia said, being the more spontaneous one of the group. "I mean, we're bored, we should do something!"
Back down on Earth, Percy was just skipping random stones, when he heard some music.
What? he thought. Who could there be? And suddenly, he also had the urge to sing—which is what he considered a bad idea. He was pretty sure that the only thing that'll come from that decision would be him falling to his death into the sea because his awful singing made the cliff break. He looked around, and noticed that no one (visible) was there.
Well . . . why not? he asked himself. He sighed. I'm totally gonna regret this, aren't I?
He took a deep breath.
"I have often dreamed, of a far off place," he started. I feel like an idiot. However, he just continued, simply because the lyrics seemed to just come to him (courtesy of the Muses, of course).
"Where a great, warm welcome, will be waiting for me.
Where the crowds will cheer, when they see my face.
And a voice keeps saying, 'This is where I'm meant to be' . . .
I will find my way. I can go the distance.
I'll be there someday. If I can be strong.
I know every mile . . . will be worth my while.
I will go most anywhere, to feel like I . . . belong . . ."
He could still hear the music going on somewhere, but that's all he could really think of at the moment.
Feeling stupid? Yep. Feeling better? Well . . . that's debatable.
He decided it was getting pretty late, so he decided to go back home. Gabe wouldn't care, but his mom might . . .
He was right.
As soon as he got home, Gabe was drinking alcohol like no tomorrow (as usual) and Sally was waiting by the door, looking anxious.
"Sally! Where's the rest of it?"
Sally ignored him (which Percy silently cheered her for) and just said, "Percy . . . we have to talk.
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"But . . . so . . . my dad is a . . . a god?" he asked slowly. "No way, that's not possible! I'm just a . . . well, not normal, but a mortal!"
"But it's true, Percy," Sally insisted. "He really is!"
"Okay then, which one?"
Sally faltered, which Percy took as an opportunity. "See? It's impossible! I can't have a god as my dad!"
"H-he said that he doesn't want me to tell you," Sally said sadly. "That he wants you to find out on your own, in time."
Percy threw his hands up in frustration. "Wonderful. Everything always has to be a little difficult for me, doesn't it?"
"Percy . . . just . . oh, my baby boy," Sally said, getting a little misty-eyed. "I-I never wanted this to happen. You're still just my son."
"But I'm his son too, whoever 'he' is!" Percy argued. "I . . . I need to know."
"Hey, Sally! Where's the rest of the alcohol!" Gabe slurred from the other room.
"See? He just helped me prove my point for once," Percy said. "I need to know who's my real dad, not this . . . slob."
"I know, Percy," she said. "But not yet. Please? You're still just a child."
"Mo-om," Percy whined. "I'm already fifteen! I'll be sixteen soon!"
"In a few months! To me, you're still my baby," she insisted. "So please?"
Percy looked at his mom's watering eyes and pleading look, and sighed. She knew he couldn't say no to her when she did that. Curse her for being an awesome mom.
"Fine," he said. "I won't. But I will soon!"
"Thank you," she said. "Now, it's getting late, off to bed!"
"Yes, ma'am," he said flatly, going to his room.
Little did he know, Tammi and Kelli were watching.
They had been sent, on Kronos's orders, to find anything useful for the fated day that will come, very soon. They had seen the fiasco that had happened in the morning, and dismissed it, until now, when they noticed his name. He had the similar name, Percy, and the same black hair, and green eyes the baby had . . .
"Isn't he . . . ?" Tammi trailed off. Kelli's eyes widened.
"It is! That's the Perseus we were sent to kill, years ago!" she hissed. "You fool! He didn't drink it all!"
"B-but it seemed like he did!" Tammi said. "He's probably vulnerable. We can just kill him now!"
"No!" Kelli said, grabbing her arm. She smirked. "I have a better idea. Listen, what we're going to do is . . ." She whispered her plan into Tammi's ear, and she smirked as well.
"Brilliant plan, mistress," she said. "When do we do it?"
"Tonight," Kelli said. "Perseus shall never see it coming." The two empousai cackled and went away.
[*] For any Hercules fan, yes, I am referring to the animated series, haha. It just seemed fitting to have that there, you know? Lol. For any non-Hercules fan, that is a real school (if you can call this "real") in Hercules: the Animated Series. So yeah. Lol. Again.
[1] Okay, I really don't think they had Frisbees way back then, so I'm assuming it's a discus. Work. With. Me. If I'm wrong, sorry!
[2] Muse of Tragedy. This isn't really that much of a tragedy, is it? Plus, the Muses (in this movie) sing, and we don't have that many tragic songs either, huh? Although, she WAS in the film . . . I find that odd.
[3] Muse of Astronomy. I think she might be needed if you wanna add a Percy constellation but . . . ooh, we can have her come in later! (POSSIBLE SPOILER. XD)
[4] Muse of Choral Poetry. Lol, not 100% sure what that is . . . plus, she wasn't in the movie, from the wikia, at least. So yeah . . . *shrug*
[5] Muse of either Lyric Poetry or Love Poetry, I'm not so sure. You know Greek mythology, it always changes things up as the stories get told.
Wow, there's a lotta page breaks here. Heh. Did not mean to do that . . .
Hope you enjoyed! I'm about 60% sure its OOC right now, sadly. So yeah . . . I'm trying! Plus, it's ALMOST a crossover (I don't like crossovers) so it's more of a parody or something, so most of the time they're OOC. But either way, please review and let me know what your comments and opinions are! PEACE~