hello! I hope you enjoy the next chapter! I hope you enjoy it!
Just a warning! It will move fast until the books are done being rewritten by me in this AU!
Disclaimer: I don't own PJO!
The school year went by pretty easily, in Percy's opinion. There were two major teacher changes. Mr. Stinger was replaced by Mr. Brunner(Chiron the Centaur), and Mr. Williams was replaced by Mrs. DoddsAlec to the Fury). On one of the last days of school, something happened which caused him to kill his math teacher Mrs. Dodds. Percy wondered what was stolen and why Hades cared.
The rest of the year was uneventful. He got kicked out, again. Got 'humiliated' in front of his Latin class. He almost left the school in a fit of anger.
The reason for the anger? School ends the next day, and peck finds it annoying he has to act like an idiot. In addition, he has to go to Camp Half-Blood that summer.
Once school was finished, Percy sat in the back of a Greyhound bus that was taking him home to New York. Percy looked out the window and felt someone sit beside him. Without looking he knew it was Grover.
Percy looked beige him and saw Grover staring right at him. "Hey Grover, it's a supreme to see you here!" Percy grinned, knowing how to act around the satyr without Chaos guiding him.
"Hey Percy," Grover replied nervously, looking around. Once the bus moved, Grover sighed and relaxed.
"Anything wrong?" Percy asked Grover, already knowing the answer. Percy internally sighed, hating this persona.
"It's nothing." Grover replied quickly. Grover then gave Percy a card with a font that Percy couldn't read even if he didn't have dyslexia.
"What's this?" Percy asked pretending to read it. He already knows what it said, from Chaos telling him warning the previous year.
"If you want to contact me during the summer or need help." Grover explained without giving anything away.
"Why would I want to contact you?" Percy's true personality came out by mistake. Percy wanted to a policies, not to Grover. Grover is cool, but he is on the enemy side. He wants to apologize to Chaos for almost blowing his cover.
'It's okay Percy. Apologize to Grover so he doesn't get suspicious.' Percy heard Chaos in his head.
"Look, man, I'm sorry, it's just..." Percy couldn't think of a good excuse. He's glad the bus broke down when it did.
The duo walked off the bus in an awkward silence. Percy looked across the street and saw three old ladies knitting. He knew right away they were the Fates.
"Hey Grover, I wonder who'll fit those socks?" Percy wondered idioticly, knowing what they're for.
"Let's get back on the bus." Grover suggested. Percy knew why he wanted Percy to but he played the unknown demigod everyone thinks he is.
"It's like 50 degrees hotter in there." Percy complained, wanting to go in there. Percy doesn't like the Fates. Everyone fears the Fates. If anyone were to know who was working with Chaos, it'll be the Fates.
"Can we please go in?" Grover begged Percy who thought for a moment. He doesn't know what the Percy persona would do.
'Stay outside until the bus is fixed. I'll send a breeze your way.' Chaos told Percy, who nearly smiled when he felt a breeze.
"There's now a breeze Grover! Can't we stay outside until the bus is fixed." Percy stubbornly tried to convince Grover. He knew Grover won't be convinced. "Why don't you go in there and be baked to death then?"
Before Grover could respond, Percy saw the Fates cut the yarn of the socks. Once it was cut, the bus started working again. Everyone except Grover cheered. Once everyone was on the bus, Percy looked out the window and didn't see the Fates. He decided to ignore that.
"Percy do you promise to let me walk you home?" Grover asked Percy. Percy almost said no out of habit, but changed the words.
"Sure, if it makes you felt better." Percy sighed. He closed his eyes when he heard Grover mutter something about grade six. Before he knew ithe was asleep
"Hello?" Percy called out expecting to hear Chaos reply. Instead he saw a girl just older than him. She was the most beautiful person he has ever seen.
"Hello Perseus Jackson. I am Thalia, daughter of Chaos. I am here to talk to you since father cannot." The girl, Thalia, said without changing her facial emotion.
"What do you want to talk to me about?" Percy asked, wondering why Chaos couldn't come himself.
"I am to talk to you about Camp Half-Blood. As you know, you will go there this summer, but there are a few people there in our side. I shall tel you only one. Luke Castellan, son of Hermes, is working for father. Luke Castellan knows you are working for father. Don't trust anyone unless father, Luke, or I tell you otherwise." Thalia told Percy. He blinked a few times, trying to absorb all the information he just got.
"Thalia, wha-" Percy started, but was cut off by Thalia.
"The satyr is waking you. Wake up and ditch him." Thalia said as everything was filed with light.
"Percy, we're here." Percy heard Grover shake him awake.
"Where are we?" Percy rubbed his eyes stupidly.
"We're in New York." Grover said as if it were obvious. Percy internally groaned, trying to think of a way to ditch Grover.
Words: 919