Chapter 2
Percy awoke to the sound of someone humming an almost familiar lullaby but in a deep gruff voice. He opened his eyes,blinking him was a man in full armor,complete with a gleaming sword. The man looked surprisingly like him,but instead of sea green eyes the man had eyes stuck between the sea and the deepest dark, and his hair was so black it shone with an almost blue color. Percy tried to ask why he was here and all the questions that were popping into his head at a rapid pace. The man quickly croaked out, "You are here to fulfill your real destiny and get revenge for what they have done to the world."Percy stared wide-eyed at the man unsure at how to reply to this bold statement. The man not seeming to notice the look of astonishment plastered to Percy's face continued," I, the Great Ambrose, shall train you in the most fiercest ways of battle and combat."
Percy looked at him with a mixture of awe and confusion, and said "why me?" Ambrose looked at him with eyes blazing with passion, and declared "Both of us were great and powerful but our own kin tried to slay us out of fear," his voice tapered off to a murmur "those who we love stabbed us in our weakest spot our hearts." Percy felt waves of sorrow crash into him as he realized that his father must have known because he had been in the water, and he knew his would have sensed hi m in his domain. Also why hadn't his fellow campers or Chiron come to his aid. They had most definitely heard the particularly loud battle, the camp wasn't that big. He wondered if Annabeth was searching for him. This made his heart ache even more, she was still getting over Luke and he leaves her. Guilt and betrayal nestled deep within his heart. Percy looked up, and said " this training should it take long." Ambrose looked at him with annoyance almost as if he was hurt Percy wasn't just grateful for the training.
Ambrose said gruffly "Well normally yes but since time moves differently here the ten year training process will only be one month in mortal years." Percy looked up relieved he wouldn't have to stay ten years. He knew his other and probably Annabeth would be worried, but he pushed that aside for now. Ambrose looked at the emotions flicker across Percy's face like a slideshow. Ambrose kindly said " get some sleep training begins tomorrow at dawn" Percy, exhausted turned, and fell asleep, the same eerily familiar lulled him into Morpheus's realm.
Ambrose softly sang the lullaby his Mama sang to him, it was supposedly a song that was even more pure than all of Apollo's songs. It had been sung for peace and prosperity that was already long gone. He had sung it that fateful night when he first met his champion. Ambrose had been a spirit for many many years. He had watched cities fall and rise like a pop up book. Now it was time for Olympus to fall and something better to rise from the ashes. This had been foretold many years ago in a prophecy,
A Blessed one shall be borne
and save the ones who Betray
and be wronged in the most foul of ways
shall find the twin swords of Contra
A single quest shall change his ways
A kingdom shall rise when one falls
This prophecy kept secret by the gods for many years. The second Percy was born it alerted the Wardens and the Council of the Old ones. They knew he was the chosen one, and once again gave Ambrose a physical being. Now it was his job to train Percy for the inevitable battle ahead. Ambrose's thoughts began fade, and his eyes drifted shut. As sleep engulfed him he thought," May the Elders bless you Percy."