Hey hey! It's your favorite basement dweller rave12! So I've been getting a somewhat quiet reception from my story, which i can only assume is because of my personal characters. So, I've modified the story, hopefully to your liking, revolving around our favorite demigod Percy Jackson
P.S: all the yada-yada I don't own Percy Jackson, and all constructive feedback welcome!
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Chapter 3: Mythology
Percy was indeed ADHD, and dyslexic, but if there was one subject they could tolerate, it would be Mythology.
Not just any mythology, mind you.
Greek mythology.
Hell, the teacher, Mr O' Conner, was in a wheelchair but somehow he made his lessons more interesting than all the other teachers combined.
His lessons comprised of swordplay, yelling, acting, and a whole lot more of crazy stuff, which was right up Percy alley.
-RING-
The bell rang, bringing an end to Physics and sparing Percy's ears from any more of Mr. Schulz's robotic droning.
And right on cue, as Mr Schulz stepped out of the classroom, we could hear the motorized wheelchair Mr Connor rode in. Mr Connor wheeled into the classroom heaving 2 swords (which looked wicked) and 2 thick books.
"No need to greet an old man like me, sit down you fellas." He said as they all stood on cue to greet him, as we did with all teachers.
He smoothed the front of his coat, and looked up at us. "Now, straight to the point. You might notice that what I brought with me into class today…" His eyes gleamed.
"Swords! Yes, truly deadly but we won't be doing deadly in my class today. These swords are made of wood, lightweight and easy to handle." He said. "The true, bravest heroes of the past in Greece used swords, unless you count Heracles, who strangled the Nemean lion to death with a club."
Then, lifting both swords, he said "Now, who wants to go first?"
They all gaped at Mr Connor. He couldn't possibly think that they couldn't beat him, could he? Percy grinned. Multiple hands shot up among the classroom, and Mr Connor called out a tall, buff guy by the name of Andrew.
"Now, Andrew, a big strong man like you, do you think you can beat me?" Mr Connor challenged. A drew raised his eyebrows. "You kidding, old man? You're a cripple in a wheelchair, and you're asking me if I can beat you?" He scoffed. "Of course I can!"
Mr Connor smiled. He gestured towards one of the swords lying on the table. "Andrew, if you would." Andrew sashayed-which made Zade and Carl gag- over to the table and snatched up the sword with the wooden blade.
Mr Connor, with a light push, pushed the teacher's table all the way to the side, making sufficient space for a duel.
"Now, rules apply, of course. Maiming is not allowed, but whoever touches the opponent with the blade first wins." Mr Connor stated.
Andrew scoffed, "You want me to go easy on you old man?" Mr Connor merely smiled and backed up, readying his sword in a defensive stance. "On my mark! 3, 2, 1…"
"Begin!"
Andrew, with no hesitation, rushed Mr Connor with his sword raised over his head and brought it down.
WHTACK!
The sound of colliding wood rang across the classroom, as Mr Connor blocked the blade with his own, smiling.
"Come on now Andrew, surely you have more than that."
Andrew grit his teeth. Not wanting to be shamed by a cripple, he rang down heavy blows upon Mr Connor, which the later blocked with apparent ease.
"My turn now Andrew," he said, eyes gleaming. "Are you ready?"
Andrew panted, out of breath. "B-bring it, o-old man!"
Faster than the eye could follow, Mr Connor wielded the blade with apparent ease and slashed down on Andrew.
Before Andrew could even react, Mr Connor touched his chest with the wooden blade, and smiled.
"I win."
So, just like that, over 20 people tried to take on Mr Connor, the crippled swordsman, but no one could best him.
-RING-
"Oh, already?" Mr Connor muttered. "Well then kids, I hope you all had fun today! Off to break now, go on!" and with that, he gathered his items and wheeled out of the classroom.
