I'm sorry about not posting sooner! School just started and I didn't have much time to post. Well, anyway, here's chapter 4! This one will be in Percy's POV.
Still don't own Mr. Jackson…
I couldn't believe it. I was a god now! I strolled down the marble staircase, thinking about all my new abilities. I could steal anything and get away with it! I could disintegrate anybody I wanted to dust with a flick of my hands! I would be 17 forever, and after a million years, I would still look like what I am right now. I bet the fates were pissed, throwing my well planned string in their magical awesome-ness trashcan without getting the chance to cut it.
Suddenly, I heard a clash of metal strike each other and two gods, goring each other's eyeballs out. One of the gods, an old-looking man with a stereotypical fisherman's beard was wielding a trident. You didn't have to be Athena to figure that out. Talking about Athena, the other one, a woman of amazing agility, blonde hair and gray eyes was wielding a wicked sword and full Greek amour. I ran forward at the top of my speed attempting to stop this unexpected feud, when I somehow crashed into Athena.
I stared stupidly at her for a while. What the Hades? I could've sworn she was right there, but now, here she was, standing in front of me mirroring my stupid expression.
"How did you get here? I mean, you were just fighting dad over there" I pointed to where the fight was apparently taking place. Athena obviously saw something like what I saw, and she quickly explained something about light reflection and the bending of air currents to mask or display a vision or hologram. Blah blah blah. I might be a god, but I was still the same old seaweed brain I used to be.
That brought back a rush of memories. The good 'ole times with Annabeth, before she backstabbed me. I stared at Athena, her eyes and hair reminding me of Annabeth. I daydreamed about every single good moment we had together, and was rudely interrupted by a cold "Ahem…".
Whoops. Guess I was still staring at Athena, and she clearly despised me. But I thought something was wrong. This cold "Ahem" wasn't like the ones that I was used to. This one was forced, like she had to say it. I mumbled a stupid apology, and walked away. I suddenly had this wonderful Percy-style idea. I imagined I was at Annabeth's cabin, and there I was. I walked over to where Annabeth was sleeping, and I used two fingers to touch her forehead. I suddenly felt a "whoosh!" that was kind of like shadow travelling, and I knew that I was in Annabeth's dream. And that's when I started feeding her a whole load of bull.
Ohh! What is Percy going to do? I know, this chapter was kind of boring and short, but I promise that the next chapter of next-next chapter would have some action, one way or another. And I'm still considering whether Athena would be "the one" or maybe someone else.