AN: So, the next chapter. I want to thank everyone for the reviews so far. I'm glad you like the story. Next chapter is when some of the more... original memories begin. I hope you all like it as well.
Also, her middle name was sort of Sally's way to try and appease Poseidon's wife should she ever find out about Percy. Who knows if it worked.
Remember R&R!
Waking Up The Ghost.
How They Met.
"Percy... you have to go. Now!" Her mother cried as she distracted the large bull-man.
Persephone Amphitrite Jackson (sometimes she really hated her full name) was terrified. It had all started when she'd been attacked during detention by her math teacher the day before. It ended with her destroying that part of the school, blowing a whole in the wall – or more like Mrs. Dodds and her assistant, Mrs. Shaw had.
Then they'd turned into two bat like ladies, ugly. One wielding a fire whip.
She'd supposedly done something to someone out there, at first she thought maybe they'd caught on to her shortcuts on assignments that involved reading or essays. Or the fact she sold candy out of her dorm and had a nice chunk of cash hidden because of this.
She had been saving the money up, wanting to use it for something productive. A present for her mother or maybe a vacation for the two of them. She'd always wanted to go somewhere over sea – Greece or maybe Italy.
That's beside the point though.
The point was she'd used all the ballet and agility she possessed from years of ballet and dance lessons her mother had gotten her into to help with her ADHD – she'd always needed to keep moving, it was that bad – to keep from being killed.
She'd just gotten the fire whip from Mrs. Shaw and had thrown the last large object she could find at Mrs. Dodds when Mr. Brunner, her Latin teacher had stormed in with his wheelchair and a ballpoint pen.
"Focus Persephone!" Mr. Brunner had called and she'd turned back in time to duck and crack the burning fire whip at the first ugly lady-thing she could.
It ended up being Mrs. Shaw and the whip curled around the things neck and her eyes had gotten so wide before the fire ate through the bat things neck. She turned to dust, like there was suddenly a sand storm.
The whip was rather cool she recalled thinking but the slight pain from holding it made her want to drop it. She dodged a slash from a outraged Mrs. Dodds and then Mr. Brunner threw the pen at her.
She grabbed it and dropped the whip at the same time, rolled on the floor and noticed when she came back to her feet Mrs. Dodds' claws sunk into the concrete floors where she once was.
On instinct she'd uncapped the pen, and a three foot sword sprang free. Instinctively she'd swung the sword and it passed through Mrs. Dodds shoulder blade and down her torso, turning her to dust like the other one.
Then she felt sort of foggy but she knew something had happened. The fire whip was still on the ground where she'd dropped it and the sword was once again a pen.
She picked it up, but not before pulling her long sleeved shirt lower over her hand to protect it a bit from the heat. The whip should have left severe burns on her but they hadn't. She couldn't chance it though.
"What just happened?" she asked Mr. Brunner.
He couldn't tell her some lie, she wouldn't have allowed it. She knew what she'd seen and what had happened. The whip and pen were all the proof she needed. The next day he explained everything, and Grover was to take her back home the next day and have her mom take her to Camp. She wasn't even too sure what Camp was.
She still wasn't three days later. What she did know was her best friend was half donkey – or goat as he'd been quick to correct – and her mother knew she wasn't like other children the whole time. Now she was faced with a bull man the prospect of her mother being lost forever.
The spoil of war, the whip was still with her but it was hard to carry being made of hell fire. Her mother had nearly had a heart attack, and she did have the sword.
Anaklusmos, Mr. Brunner – or Chiron as he'd introduced himself as when he explained what he could – had said. Translated into Riptide.
Percy shook her head to clear it of her thoughts and reached to her bag where the pen and whip were. For a spoil of war it was rather useful.
"I won't leave you and Grover!" she called back, and breathed a sigh of relief when her mother was able to dodge the Minotaur (she was pretty sure that was what he was called).
The Minotaur roared and turned back to her, and she backed away towards the tree, a large Pine tree.
"No!" Sally cried seeing the Minotaur ready to charge towards Percy. "Leave her alone, come towards me you ugly bull!"
Percy was so shocked she nearly dropped Riptide.
She gasped as her mother ran out in front of the beast and drew it's attention away from her and Grover. Leading it back down the hill some. The Minotaur roared and Percy began moving to help her mother when the Minotaur caught up and grabbed her mother like a sack of potatoes around the neck.
"Mom!" she cried, and she saw her mom ocean blue eyes look towards her sea green ones.
"Persephone," Sally said sadly, yet with pride in her eyes.
Percy screamed as her mother dissolved into gold and there was nothing left.
She stared in shock for a few seconds, and then stood straight, her face icing over in her anger. No one hurt her friends and family, no one!
"Hey, ground beef!" Percy yelled, raising her arms to drawl his attention, she would have taken off her red hoodie but she'd have to put her sword down and she didn't think that was a good idea.
The Minotaur huffed through his nostrils and stamped the ground. She knew he was getting read to charge. She backed up against the tree knowing she would only have a split second to pull this off.
If she missed the moment she'd be pinned to the tree by the sharp horns of the Minotaur. She didn't think that sounded pleasant.
Grover groaned on the grass where he'd passed out half way up the hill earlier.
With the rain pelting down and the constant thunder she was amazed she could hear or see anything. For some reason she never got wet unless she wanted too, so while Grover, the Minotaur and her mother had been rained on, she was as dry as she had been the whole day.
Her plan almost didn't go as planed.
Time seemed to slow down and instead of jumping to the side and thrusting her sword through it's furry rib cage she jumped straight up, used it's lowered head as a spring board and flipped onto it's back.
Instantly she had to grab onto one of its horns, cutting her left palm in the process, but she ignored the pain. If she fell it was all over.
The Minotaur rammed into the tree again and again, jolting Percy so much her sword went flying. She gritted her teeth and narrowed her eyes. She'd lost her mother to this beast, she couldn't allow it to get away with her own and Grover's.
She pulled on the horn she had in her hands. Using all the pent up anger and strength she could and just as she thought it wasn't going to work.
SNAP!
The horn broke off, throwing her in in the process, her head hitting a rock as she landed.
The Minotaur roared and was able to turn just as Percy sat up slowly. Her eyes widened as she saw the bull get ready to stampede and she looked at the sharp horn in her hand. In actions so quick if you asked her to explain them to you she'd been a bit confused on where to start she rolled, came up on her knees and slammed the Minotaurs own horn into it's ribcage. The monster broke apart and she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Grover," she muttered standing and stumbling slightly over to the goat boy. "Come on Grover, we have to get to that big house."
Slowly she made it to the porch and dropped Grover, breathing hard.
"Hey...Chiron!" a female voice yelled as she fell to her knees.
She fell, her vision blurring and turning black as she turned onto her back. She still had her eyes open slightly and was sure she saw Mr. Brunner hovering over her with a girl around her age with curly blonde hair, like a princess. Curls even Percy, who was considered a tomboy by others, was jealous of.
"Is she gonna be alright?" another voice, a male this time asked. It was a voice she knew she wouldn't soon forget, it was soothing, smooth, and rather deep. Sounding older then what he probably was.
"She's the one, she has to be," the girl muttered low, Percy barely heard.
"Hush Annabeth, she's still conscious," Chiron said. "Luke, will you bring Percy inside while I get Grover."
"Of course..." if the boy said anything more she didn't hear it as she lost consciousness.
The gods, Grover and three demigods watched this all in silence. Annabeth, and Thalia looked the most upset when it came to seeing Luke arrive with Chiron, his eyes wide as he stared down at the barely conscious Percy (who was much shorter at thirteen almost fourteen then she was now).
Poseidon had nearly forgotten how fragile and petite his daughter was, or had looked back then. He recalled the day she'd returned his brother's master bolt with clarity. It was the first time he'd seen his daughter in person in over a decade. His own fault he knew, and he knew it had really put a strain on their relationship.
"That was interesting, boring though," Ares snapped. "Aren't we supposed to be seeing dirty little secrets of her and Kronos' host?"
Hermes sneered at his brother. "His name was-is Luke," the messenger god snapped.
Ares grunted. "Whatever."
"I can't believe Percy defeated the Minotaur with her bare hands," Thalia said. "I know you've told me about it but seeing it... that's different."
Annabeth nodded. "I know what you mean."
"Quiet now children," Athena said suddenly. "The next memory is beginning.
Sure enough it was. It appeared to be a few days later, and Percy was seen waking up on the porch of the Big House in a chair.
"Perce, you're awake!"
It was the first thing Percy heard as she woke up. Her head was pounding, like she'd slept with a bowling bowl on top of it. Her mouth was dry and her tongue felt as if she'd had it replaced with a furry wild animal of some sort.
"Grover," she said, her voice week and nearly silent.
"Don't strain yourself to much," Grover said, picking up a glass of what appeared to be apple juice. "Here, drink this."
Percy raised her arm, though it felt like she was moving a dead weight and took the glass. She would have dropped it had it not been for Grover. He helped her get the straw to her mouth and she to long drinks from it. Nearly choking at the fact it wasn't apple juice at all.
It tasted so much better, it tasted like milk and her mom's fresh baked blue double chocolate chip cookies. Milk and cookies had always been her favorite food or dessert.
"That wasn't apple juice," she said when Grover placed the over half empty glass on the table beside her.
"No, it's nectar," Grover said. "What did it taste like."
Percy's eyes widened. "I'm sorry, I should have let you try some."
"No!" he cried, holding his hands up and waving them as if she'd put a gun to his head. "That's not what I meant."
Percy frowned but nodded. "Like milk and my mom's blue double chocolate chip cookies. Fresh."
Grover nodded. "Look Perce, I'm sorry about your mom."
Percy felt her eyes tear up and blinked hard. She hated crying, Gabe always put her down growing up if she cried. Saying it showed weakness and Percy could bring herself to be weak. It meant she was easy pickings and she was anything but.
"Thanks Grover," Percy muttered, sighing. "Is...is she really gone?"
"I'm afraid so," Grover said, just as low as Percy had muttered her question.
"Come on, Chiron and Mr. D are waiting for you."
Percy let Grover help her up and after a few seconds of getting the feeling back in her legs the two walked around to the other side of the wrap around porch. When they turned the corner she saw Chiron in his wheelchair, with another man, playing cards.
The man was rather chubby, and maybe in his late twenties, early thirties but he seemed powerful even from here. For a split second he reminded her of a cherub, with a alcohol deprivation problem. She'd seen Smelly Gabe drink enough to know withdrawal when she saw it.
"Ah, you're awake," Chiron said having looked over to see her and Grover.
Percy noticed then that the girl from before - the one who'd been there when she'd arrived and had been feeding her along with the other boy. She couldn't remember either names. The girl was a little taller then Percy with a tanned complexion, long curly blonde hair and intense stormy gray eyes that almost seemed to be the color of steel when the sun hit them.
She knew then she'd hate to be this girls enemy.
"lovely, now we have four for pinochle," the leopard print man said.
Percy followed Grover to the table and sat down. She didn't even say anything about having no idea how to play Pinochle.
"Chiron, you weren't kidding about anything in classes were you? The gods, monsters, what you told me the day after Mrs. Dodds and Mrs. Shaw?" Percy said suddenly and the man, Mr. D, snorted.
"It's a miracle, the girl has some brain cells," he said. "Maybe she'll be another one of Owl Heads girls."
"Doubtful," Chiron said. "None of Athena's children have her coloration. They all have gray eyes, and most have blonde hair."
"Annabeth," Chiron suddenly began, turning his chair some to face the girl. "Go alert cabin eleven of Percy. I'll be along with her in a moment or two."
Annabeth, the blonde girl, nodded and with one last look at her she turned and darted off. Her blonde hair flying behind her.
"Yes Percy, everything I've taught you in the last year is true. The gods do exist and you are a demigod. The child of one of the gods, which one is yet to be seen," Chiron told her.
"Ha, I win!" Mr. D suddenly said and Percy blinked.
"Ah, I do not think so Mr. D," Chiron said amused. "I win."
Indeed he had, Percy realized and Mr. D sighed.
"Drat," he said and Percy finally connected the dots.
"You're Dionysus," she breathed, eyes wide.
The god turned to her and smirked. "Shocking, you don't say." the god stood and stretched. "Now, I'm going for nap. Grover follow me, we'll talk before that."
Grover seemed nervous about this and she watched with worry as her friend followed the god.
"He won't hurt Grover, will he?" Percy asked.
Chiron stood, no literally stood from his wheelchair. Revealing a horses body, though Percy was only mildly surprised. She'd already been told he was a centaur and considering she recalled the myths of Chiron she figured it was a safe bet.
"Come along Persephone, we'll introduce you to your new cabin mates for the time being," Chiron said and she followed after the old horse.
The Olympians and demigods watched this as quietly as they'd watched the first, though a few of the gods were obviously bored. Ares even yawned loudly.
"Boring, where is the good stuff!" Ares grumbled.
"It's starting again Ares, so stuff it," Persephone snapped at her brother, annoyed.
The memories started again and this time it showed her with Annabeth, entering cabin eleven.
"Everyone, this is Persephone Jackson..." Annabeth began only to be interrupted by Percy.
"It's Percy," she corrected and Annabeth rolled her eyes.
"Right, Percy Jackson. She's new."
"Undetermined or claimed?" one of the many others in the rather cramped cabin asked.
They all were different in their own way but many had the same elfish mischievous features and she was pretty sure those were the true children of Hermes.
"Undetermined," Annabeth answered and everyone groaned.
Percy wasn't too sure what that all meant but didn't ask. In the next second she was standing face to face with a handsome boy, a few years older then herself.
Maybe sixteen or seventeen. He had handsome features, sharp and elfish, mischief written in his ice blue eyes. His hair was blonde, and the only thing which stood out besides all this was the rather gruesome looking scar on the left side of his face. From his eye down to his jaw. Like he'd been clawed, she actually thought he pulled it off rather well.
"Finally awake I see sleeping beauty," the blonde said, smirking lightly. "I'm Luke, I'll be your counselor until your claimed."
"You were the one who found me with Annabeth and Chiron," Percy blurted out and Luke raised an eyebrow.
"You remember that?"
Percy blushed and Luke laughed.
Luke wasn't blind to the how pretty the girl looked when she blushed. Her hair was long and slightly wavy, a dark brown which seemed lighter in the sunlight which came through the open cabin door. Her eyes were startling sea green and innocent yet she didn't seem as naive as she looked at first glance. Maybe he was just that good at reading people by now.
All in all her name definitely suited her.
Aphrodite cooed, clapping her hands together. "Oh, that's so cute. Sleeping beauty he called her, that is just so adorable. They've just met yet they're already beginning to like one another."
Annabeth, Thalia, and Grover smiled sadly. That was the Luke they remembered, the fun loving, sometimes cynical boy who'd always been kind to the nearly everyone. Not the tyrant they'd seen in later years.
The gods all had mixed reactions though Zeus didn't seem satisfied at all. He actually looked rather annoyed.
"Apollo is Percy going to be joining us anytime soon?' Zeus grumbled.
Apollo twitched. "She's sleeping. I don't think she's really slept in the last twenty-four hours. I told Connor and Travis Stoll to watch over her and come here when she wakes."
It was partially true, they never said he couldn't tell half-truths.
"It looks like it's starting again," Hera commented and everyone's attention focused back on the memories.