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Chapter 3
Clarisse, Annabeth, and I were running. I didn't know where we were going, but I just kept running. Annabeth was in the lead. She threw her head back and laughed. There was a smile on her face, her grey eyes twinkling, her golden blonde hair was out of it's usual ponytail. It was loose and wild, billowing behind her as she ran as fast as the wind. Clarisse was running next to me. She had a smile on her face as well. It was a real smile- not her usual scowl. She let out a whoop as she jumped over something. Her dirty blonde hair was just like Annabeth's- loose and wild. She let out a laugh. They were all happy.
The shinning sun shone down on us as we ran through the forest. Maybe it was the one from Camp Half-Blood. I couldn't tell. The wind whipped all of our hair, and we all let out laughs of joy. Flowers were blooming, animals were starting to run along with us, the sweet smell of dirt and rain filled the air. As if it had just rained, and the sun finally came out, giving life to the forest.
I could feel the happiness radiating off every creature, off of Annabeth and Clarisse. I smiled and let out a laugh. I felt great. Happy. It was the kind of happiness you felt when the last day of school was over. The happiness you felt when you've been homesick, and you finally see you're family. The type of happiness you feel on a Friday afternoon. It was freedom, happiness, just pure joy.
Then Annabeth came to an abrupt stop. When Annabeth stopped, so did everything else. The sun was covered with thick storm clouds, dropping the temperature and making everything a shade darker. The flowers started to turn brown and die. The animals that were running with us, there fur coats turned black and they started barring their teeth. The smell of rain and dirt changed to the smell of death and decay. Sorrow filled the atmosphere. The type you feel on a Monday morning, on the first day of school.
Annabeth turned around to face me. Her twlinkling grey eyes darkened and lost their happiness. Her face turned slack, and she was pale. Clarisse was looking at me with a deep scowl, and her eyes started to darken until they were pitch black. I looked at them, back and fourth. There skin turned hard and grey, there eyes turned black, and suddenly there hair started to fall out.
The sun was gone. It felt as if it was the dead of night.
"How could you?" Annabeth said, except it wasn't Annabeth's voice, it was...someone else's.
"You killed him!" Screamed Clarisse. Her skin was starting to melt off her bones.
The wolves that were running with us, barred their teeth. "Murder," one whispered. Then, they all started chanting. Murder, murder, murder. I knew those voices. They were the voices of the fallen demigods- those who died in the war and the ones that sided with Kronos.
Then one spoke up. "You were my leader. Now look at me." That voice. That was the voice of Michel Yew, son of Apollo.
"How could you do this? You just left me to die!" Another yelled. That was the voice of Charles Beckendorf. The one I left on the ship, Kronos ship to die while I escaped.
I'm sorry. I wanted to say that, to each one of them, but my voice wouldn't work.
"I could have been saved!" That was a girl's voice. Her face appeared in my head. Silena Beauregard.
I turned to Annabeth. But, it wasn't Annabeth anymore. Her blonde hair had been cut short. Her grey eyes were now blue. She was taller, much taller. Then her features formed into another face. And soon, someone else stood in the place of Annabeth.
I found my voice. "Luke." I whispered, "I'm sorry."
"Sorry isn't going to bring me back!" Yelled Luke. "You took my life! All I wanted was for the Gods to treat us all with more respect."
Then Riptide appeared in Luke's chest. "You did this to me!" He screamed. He pulled the sword out of his chest, blood pour out. "So, it's only fair I do this to you."
He raised my sword, the wolves got ready to pounce, and I let out a terrified scream as Luke swung the sword and the wolves pounced.
I shot up in bed, screaming at the top of my lungs. My hair and clothes was damp with sweat, I was breathing hard, and I could feel my heart beating a thousand times per minute. My mouth was dry and I was shaking so badly I couldn't control it.
Where in Hades had that come from? That dream. I have never had a dream like that before.
Then, white hot pain filled my abdomen. I remembered: I still had broken ribs, and I just sat up in bed quickly. I let out a cry of pain.
I laid back down, trying to ignore the pain in my abdomen. I was still shaking.
The moon shone through the window. It was the middle of the night.
Then, there was a knock.
The door to my room opened slowly, creaking loudly. The soft glow from the hallway light was comforting.
"Percy?" It was my dad. He stood in the doorway, dressed in his usual attire. Do Gods sleep? Do they even have to sleep?
"I'm fine," I said. "J-just a nightmare, that's all." My father walked towards my bed, shutting the door behind him.
"It must have been more than just a nightmare. We heard you scream all the way from the throne room."
For once, I was glad it was dark. I needed a way to find my burning face, red from embarrassment.
"Are you alright, my boy?"
"Yes," I said a little too quickly. I felt Poseidon's warm, withered hand on my shoulder.
"You're shaking."
"I-I'm fine." I heard shuffling, and then my bed side lamp was turned on. The soft glow from my lamp highlighted all of my father's features, making him seem even more godlike than before.
He put his hand on my damp forehead. "I should get Apollo. You're clammy."
"Dad," I said, giving him a fake, weak laugh as I gently pushed his hand away, "I'm fine."
My dad scolded me. "Percy, I've been on this Earth long enough to know when someone is lying. Especially my own children."
I lowered my gaze, my face burning red, again.
My father ran his fingers through my hairy, chuckling softly. "It's alright Percy. Do not be ashamed for being afraid."
I gave him a weak smile. Suddenly, my door opened.
Apollo stood in the doorway, the light of the hallway making him glow like an angel.
"I heard the scream," he said, closing the door behind him, "Are you alright?"
I nodded. I was still shaking and I felt as if I took a bath in my own sweat and then was put in a refrigerator.
Apollo walked over to my bed, reached over and placed a hand on my forehead. "You're clammy." He moved his hand from my forehead to my cheek. He winced.
"What?" My father asked with worry in his voice.
"What happened?" Apollo asked me, ignoring my father.
"I just had a nightmare. That's all."
"Was there anything particularly different about the nightmare?"
I pressed my lips into a hard line. I didn't want to lie, but I didn't want to tell them about my dream. Besides, it really was nothing.
"No," I said, "Nothing different." Apollo raised an eyebrow. He grunted. I should no better than to lie to a God.
"Really?" He asked.
"Percy," my father warned, "Don't lie. Now, we'll ask you again, was there anything different about your nightmare?"
I sighed and was silent for a few moments, and then I nodded. My father squeezed my shoulder lightly.
"I have a theory." Apollo said while he kept putting his hands around my face. "I think Zeus did this. What Percy just had was not a regular nightmare. It was a terror nightmare."
Poseidon waved his hand for Apollo to continue.
"Terror nightmares slow down ones recovery. It makes them frightened all the time, nervous, scarred of sleep, makes them not want to eat, it's horrible. That's why I think Zeus did this. Gave Percy a terror nightmare. To slow down his recovery."
My dad sighed. "So, what do we do?"
"It takes time for someone to get over a terror nightmare. Just force him to sleep, eat, and make sure to comfort him. That's all I can do, without using magic of course."
My father nodded. "In the meantime," Apollo said, cupping my chin. He was about to place his index finger to my forehead, but I pushed his hands away.
"Please Lord Apollo," I begged, "I don't want to go back to sleep."
"Percy you have too." Apollo said. I kept shaking my head.
"Percy, why don't you want to go back to sleep?" My father asked.
"What if my nightmare comes back? Please, don't make me do it."
Apollo sighed. "Alright. But, just for tonight. Am I clear?"
I nodded. Apollo rubbed my shoulder and left the room. Suddenly a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around me. My father had grabbed me and put me on his lap. My face was red, and even though I tried to get off, he would just tighten his grip. He cradled me, stroking my face.
"I visited you when you were just a baby," my father said to me. "I held you like this."
I smiled up at him. It was nice to know my father had been there, visited me.
"Could you please tell me about your dream?" My father asked me with begging eyes.
I shook my head. "N-no. Not yet, anyway."
My father sighed. "Alright. But, just by chance, did it have anything to do with Luke?"
I went rigid in my father's arms. "That's what I thought. Zeus is trying to slow your recovery down by scarring you."
I looked down at my hands. Then, a strong hand lifted my chin up. "What's wrong, my boy?"
I gave him a weak smile. "Nothing, I just hate being here, that's all."
I saw the hurt in my dad's eyes, and then I added, "I'm homesick, that's all. I miss Camp Half-Blood, my friends, mom..." I didn't finish.
"That's understandable." My father said, ruffling my hair. He placed me back on my bed and pulled the covers all the way up to my chin.
"It's three in the morning." He said to me, running his fingers through my hair. "The other gods and I were having a meeting."
"Sorry to interrupt." I say.
My father waved his hand. "Percy, you did me a favor. I certainly don't enjoy the constant bickering between my family. I was glad I got to escape it, better yet, I got to see you."
A light pink shade appeared on my checks. "But," my father sighed, "All good things must come to an end. I must get back to our meeting."
I lowered my gaze. "Which means," my father continued, "you need to go back to sleep."
"What is your meeting about? It's not the Summer Solstice, so why are all of the gods coming together?"
My father sighed. "We are deciding what we are going to do with you."
I started to tremble. "W-what are you going to do to me?" I was shaking uncontrollably, and I was turning pale.
"Calm down, Perseus." My father said, flattening my hair out and then cupping my cheek. "You know I would never let anything or anybody hurt you."
"Then, what are you-"
"Zeus doesn't want you getting stronger. He sees you as a threat. But, the other gods feel as though we should make you a god."
My jaw dropped. "A god? Me?" My father nodded.
"Who's winning the argument?" I asked.
"Those who want to make you a god." My father smiled at me. "It sure would be wonderful to have you with me, for all eternity."
I looked down, trying to hide my red face. "You would get tired of me after a while." My father cupped my chin, forcing me to look at him. "I doubt that."
Then, my door opened again.
"Hello Artemis." My father said, standing. Lady Artemis stood in the doorway, a dagger by her side, dressed in a plain white dress.
"Zeus wishes you come back and join our conversation." Artemis says, "After all, we are discussing your son." With that, Artemis looked over at me. I bowed my head in a respective manor.
"Of course," my father replied. I knew my father didn't want to leave me without knowing I was asleep, but he was god and I was just one of his many other children. I could take care of myself.
"Percy-" my father started to say.
"-Would be just fine if you joined the meeting." I gave him a smile. "I'm not five. I'll be alright."
My father smiled at me. He placed a carrying hand on the side of my face. "Try not to get into too much trouble while I'm gone." He said, walking out the door with Artemis by is side.
"No promises," I called back, laying down and getting ready to fall asleep. I heard the door close and the footsteps of the god and the goddess grow faint.
Then, I did my best to sit up. I swung my legs over the side of my bed. I wasn't going to sit here as the gods discussed my fate. What if Zeus decides to kill me since he think I'm a threat? I need to leave. Now.
My bare feet come in contact with the cold, hard floor. My ankle is in a soft cast. This complicates things a bit. I stand up. Ok, so I'm making progress. I try to limp my way to the door. I'm dressed in a plain loose shirt with pajama shorts. I'm gonna look stupid if I get caught. I need to change. People will recognize me if I'm in hospital clothes.
I spot my original clothes on a chair on the other side of the room. I quickly put on my jeans, my Camp Half-Blood shirt, and my hoodie, or as quick as someone can put on clothes with a broken wrist, ankle, and ribs. Then, I slip on my sneakers, which was kinda hard because of the cast. I feel my pockets for Riptide. When I feel the familiar pen in my pocket, I quickly make my way towards the door.
This is the perfect time to leave. All of the gods aren't paying attention to me. I'll be able to make my escape. I open up the door, and looked both ways. The hallway is empty. But which way is the exist?
I think. My father and Artemis came to my room from the right, so I should probably avoid that. To the left it is.
I walk down the hall, each step painful, but I know I must keep going. I go up stairs, walk through hallway after hallway, and then, I see a door. I quietly open it and slip through it.
The lights of Olympus shine bright, and the streets are busier than usual. I guess that's because all of the gods are all at Olympus. I walk through the streets, my head down. Nobody pays attention to me. They are all walking, talking, planting flowers, buying fruit, dancing, laughing, and singing. I make my ways towards the elevator doors.
I make the mistake of looking back at the throne room. Someone spots my face,and their mouth falls open. Shoot. They notice me.
Before anybody else notices me, I quickly limp over to the elevator doors. I press the button and wait as the elevator doors open. I quickly get inside. I let a breath of relief out as the elevator doors close. I was free.
The next time the doors open, the sight of New York City greets me. I limp out of the Empire State Building, happy to be free.
I limp down the streets. I have no idea where I'm going. I'm just trying to put as much distance as I can between me and the Empire State Building.
I walk down the streets of New York for twenty minutes, the Empire State Building fading in the distance.
My ankle starts to throb. I ignore it. I want to get further away. My body is screaming at me to rest. My vision is going dizzy. No, I tell myself, stay conscious. My ribs are really starting to hurt. White hot pain streaks through my body. But, I do my best to ignore it. "Keep moving," I whisper to myself.
I spot a bench in a nearby ally. I guess it wouldn't hurt if I sat down for a little while. I hobbled over to the bench, feeling some kinds of relief from my ankle. The sounds of cars running, homeless people playing instrument for money, and just the regular sounds of New York are heard in he distance.
Then, I feel a strong blast of wind. It's cold, freezing me in place, but not for long. I'm surrounded by wind, well, I guess that's what you call it. I felt like I was in the center of a tornado. The wind picked up, blowing my hair back and the cold breeze of the wind seeping through my clothes. Then, it stops. Two figures appear out of the wind. But, they aren't people- just figures. They have no features, just arms and legs. I know what they are- Zeus' Wind spirits. I reach for Riptide, and the two figures back away.
"Well, aren't you far from home?" One said. Actually, they didn't really say it, they formed the sounds out of the howling wind.
"Get away from me," I said, holding Riptide out in front of me. "I'm not going anywhere with you."
"Sorry," one hissed, "But Lord Zeus said that if we didn't come back with the boy, don't bother coming back at all."
"There's thousands of boys in New York City." I replied back. I wasn't going back to Olympus, were I was stuck in bed.
"Yes, but Zeus specifically said the Son of Poseidon. He said to us, bring me the youngest Son Of Poseidon."
"We smell the sea in your blood, boy. You are the one we're looking for."
The hissing wind figures were starting to creep me out. I wasn't going back to Olympus. Zeus would kill me for sure.
"I'm not going anywhere." I whispered. My ankle was throbbing and my broken ribs were effecting my stance, so I looked crouched down.
"I'm sorry son of the sea god..." One said, "But, you don't have a choice..."
Then, everything started to spin. The colors of the world around me blended together, until everything went black. I remember collapsing onto the hard ground, and I thought no more.
Poseidon's POV
I didn't want to leave Percy alone, especially after he had a horrible nightmare and go fight with my brothers and sisters, but I knew I had to.
Artemis escorted me back to throne room, where I strolled in and took a seat in my throne next to my brother. Nobody paid attention to me- they were all bickering about something.
"SILENCE!" Screamed Zeus, and with that, all of the bickering died down. "We have a matter to discuss."
"I say we make the kid a god," said Ares. "I mean, hey, he becomes my forever punching bag, and to be honest, he deserves it."
"Punching bag?" I replied with acid in my voice, raising one of my eyebrows. Ares was going insane if he thinks he will as much as lay a hand on my son.
"But, he is a threat to Olympus." Zeus said.
"He is not a threat to Olympus, he is a threat to you and your power." Replied Athena. Even though bird brain was annoying, she was right. Which made her even more annoying.
"All in favor of making Perseus Jackson, youngest demigod son of Poseidon a fellow god," said Zeus. My hand shot up. So did Athena's, Ares', Aphrodite's, Demeter's, Hermes', Apollo's, basically everybody's hand except for Zeus' and Hera's. (Hera always sided with Zeus.)
"Very well." Zeus looked uncomfortable. I couldn't wait to tell Percy.
Then, there was a knock on the door, and a satyr appeared in the doorway.
"What is it that is so important?" Zeus said with anger.
"Perseus Jackson, is gone." He said in a quite voice. I froze.
"What do mean he is gone?" I said, my voice getting louder.
"I just saw him leave. He escaped."
"No way," said Apollo. "That's impossible. How can he walk with all of his injuries?"
Apollo ran out of the room with Zeus and I hot on his heels. We opened up Percy's door.
The bed was empty. His clothes were gone. Oh Percy. No.
Zeus conjured his wind spirits. "Find the boy. He can't be far. Find the youngest demigod son of Poseidon. Bring him to me." Then, the spirits were gone.
I wasn't mad at my son. After all, he was my son. I knew he thought we were going to kill him. I just hope he's ok. Please be ok.
I looked at his empty bed. I could hear in the distance loud, anxious voices. PERSEUS JACKSON HAS ESCAPED! They all said.
They say escaped. As if he was our prisoner. No wonder he left. I know it was selfish, but I wanted him. All to myself. And, since I was a god, I usually got what I wanted.
I just hoped this wasn't one of those days when there was an exception to what usually happened.
That's chapter 3. I hoped you guys liked it. I'm going to have so much fun writing the next chapter. Please review, and thanks for reading!
