A MESSAGE FROM THE AUTHOR: I am not one to attack people. Let me state that right now. These reviews that I'm getting from "Matt" are a waist of time. You're looking to get me worked up and come after you. Well It won't work bud. You're not the first dick I've had to deal with and you won't be the last. Have fun with writing reviews on the story.
As for your "Question" About Percy's absence and how it would affect the story line. I know he's the reason the camp exists and not ruled by the Titans or Giants. As the story progresses the new universe in which Percy wasn't around will be explained.
Patients young Padawan. All will be revealed in time.
Enjoy!
Chapter 3: Saying Hello
POV: Twitch
It had been about two weeks since I came to camp and a lot had changed in my life.
A) I was not in a cage. B) there was no experiments preformed on me. C) I was not in a cage. D) I played a game called "Capture the Flag" And was claimed as Poseidon's son immediately after. And E) I was not in a cage.
The cage part really made me happy. No more confining Twitch moments.
We also figured out, through conversations with Annabeth, that the not quite Eraser thing was some monster called a Telchine. She then went off on a long rant that I could barely follow about where they came from.
That's another thing. Annabeth creeps the crap out of me. She's constantly staring at me like some kind of specimen. It kind of reminds me of how the white coats used to stare.
When I had Angel question her on this she said that she was just fascinated with the wings.
Ok she used a lot more complicated and science-y words than that but it pretty much translates to the wing are cool.
After Poseidon claimed me I was called into the Big House to "talk" to Chiron. In reality Angel read my mind and told Chiron what I wanted to say and he wold respond.
That's how we had communicated up until this point.
"Twitch," Chiron began as I sat down across from him. "When Poseidon claimed you it made some things clear to me."
"What?" Angel asked for me.
"Well," Chiron began. "I believe I know who you're mother is and where she can be found."
So I'm not a test tube baby? I thought. Who is my mother then?
"He wants to know who she is." Angel stated.
"Her name is Sally Jackson." Chiron said. "She reported that her son went missing from the hospital just after his birth and I also know the boy's father was Poseidon."
I nodded.
"So you think the missing boy is Twitch?" Angel asked for me.
Chiron nodded.
"The missing boy's name was Precious Jackson." Chiron said.
The name sounded so strange to me. I didn't like it. I preferred my current name, even if it wasn't my original one. I would always be Twitch.
"He doesn't want to be called that." Angel said for me. "He likes Twitch."
Chiron nodded.
"Very well." He said. "But would you like to meet your mother?"
I honestly didn't know. She remembered me as a non-bird kid baby. How wold she react to finding out that her missing son was alive and a mutant freak?
Angel. I thought, addressing her directly. Tell Chiron I need time to think.
She nodded.
"Twitch wants some time to think about it." She said.
Chiron nodded, sympathetically.
"I under stand." He said. "This is a lot to take in, after all."
When I met the flock for dinner Angel told them what had happened.
"Your mom?" Nudge squealed. "That's so awesome! Maybe she can make cake or..."
"Nudge!" Max cut her off.
Then Max addressed me.
"You should go." Max told me. "We all wasn't to find our families, even if they aren't what we expected they're still family."
I frowned at that. There was a lot of reasons the Flock was my family but nun of us was blood related, not counting Gasman and Angel of course.
But I reluctantly nodded to show Max I would go.
"He wants us to go with him to meat his mom." Angel said, reading my mind.
"We're with ya every step of the way." Max assured me.
And so we ate dinner (pizza and a coke), Got my mom's address from Chiron, and flew off to meat her. We landed on the roof of her apartment building, hid our wings under some jackets, and worked our way down the stares to her door.
I nocked on her door, suddenly unsure. What if Chiron hadn't warned her. She would probably think we're a bunch of nut cases and call the cops on us.
"He's not sure If Chiron told her he's alive." Angel said.
"It's be fine." Stealth assured me.
I nodded as a voice inside spoke.
"Who's there?" It called.
Max spoke for me.
"Mrs. Jackson?" She asked.
"Yes?" The voice responded.
"We were sent by Camp..." Max began but trailed off. "What's it called again?" She whispered.
"Half-Blood." Maniac answered in a whisper.
"Camp Half blood." Max said in a loud enuf tone for my mom to here.
There was a pause before the door opened.
"What do you want?" The lady in the doorway demanded.
"Mrs. Jackson." Max began. "The camp thinks they found your son."
My mom's face went from anger to surprise.
"What?" She asked in shock. "They found Percy?"
Max looked like she was unsure how to answer that for a few seconds. Eventually though, she nodded.
"Where is he?" My mom demanded.
Max quietly pointed to me.
"Right here." She said after a few seconds.
My mom stared at me in shock.
"Percy?" She asked.
I frowned at the name. It was better than the full name Chiron had said but I still preferred my name more. I had never gone by Percy so it sounded like some one was calling me the wrong name.
"Percy?" My mom asked again.
"He doesn't talk." Max answered form.
"And we didn't know what his name was so we named him Twitch." Nudge said.
"Twitch?" My mom asked, slightly offended on my behalf.
I nodded to show that that was my name.
"He prefers Twitch." Angel said for me.
I gave her a smile of thanks.
So my mom invited us in, fussed over the name thing until I finally managed to convey that I prefer Twitch, and then she fussed over my lack of speech.
Then she began to ask where I was all this time.
"It's a long story." Max replied.
"Six teen years." My Mom answered. "It's been a long time so the story must be pretty long."
And so Max explained my life story to her. When she explained the experiments and the wings I stretched mine out to either side to show her.
My Mom's eyes bugged out of her head at the sight of the wings.
"Oh, no." She murmured. "Oh, my poor baby."
I just stared at her awkwardly, not knowing what to do.
Apparently she didn't either because the conversation died after that.
So we bid our farewells and flew back to the camp.
Once there we could feel something was off. There was an electricity in the air, and not the kind from when Maniac broke an Aries girl's spear in capture the flag. This was more of a buzz then a sizzle.
"What's going on?" Nudge asked the first Demi God that ran past us.
"New Prophecy." The girl responded. "And the quest is going out tonight." Then the girl ran off.
We all looked at each other in confusion then followed the girl. She was headed towards the dinning pavilion.
"Ah, there you are!" Chiron called from across the pavilion. "I must speak with you nine!" So we followed him a short distance away from the crowd. "It would seam three members of your group have a quest." He said.
"The prophecy says that five shall travel west.
They shall be lad by two of the best.
In order to retrieve the lost shield, one must learn to yield.
Through the grounds of death they must pass.
They will fight on blood stained grass.
Two to return, and two to go home,
one to remain forever alone."
When Chiron finished the prophecy he looked at us expectedly.
When it became obvious we were lost he spoke.
"Our oracle told this prophecy to Annabeth, who was also told that the quest would involve three of you." He said. "I believe that Twitch here is one member of the quest so the other's are up for discussion."
"West." Stealth murmured. "Maniac, West. Blood stained grass."
"I know." He muttered. "I just don't want to go."
"Go where?" Max asked.
"Montana." Maniac answered.
"What happened in Montana?" Fang asked.
"Long story." Stealth said, curtly.
"That's what you said last time we asked about Montana." Nudge cut in.
"Well, I believe we found our other two members." Chiron said as he began to walk off. "Nico and Annabeth will be waiting for you three on top of Half Blood-Hill after dinner."
A MESSAGE FROM THE AUTHOR: It was a long week so forgive the shot-y work. I promise the next chapter will be better. So post a review to let me know you want me to right it.
