Percy
Percy had a confession to make. Nothing would have happened if he had been told not to go into the forest. Although, the trip was strangely productive.
As he walked through the forest, Percy heard noises. He was surprised he had even heard them, though. He first went into the forest in order to clear his mind, the prophecy was swirling through his mind, along with a thick sense of dread. Percy wasn't sure why.
He did, of course, follow the noises. He found a group of people pointing their wands at dragons. Percy almost shouted out, but then he noticed the chains around the dragons' necks. They were domesticated.
A man stood off to the side, the size of five men across and two high. His name, Percy believed, was Hagrid. Hagrid was staring at the dragons in awe- why, Percy didn't know.
"What are these beauties for, Charlie?" Hagrid walked closer, reaching a barbed wire fence. A red haired man, on who looked partially like Ron, Harry's friend, answered.
"Don't come any closer Hagrid. These are for the first task. The champions have to fight them, or something. Why they wanted mothering dragons though..." Percy watched as a dragon looked straight at him, and blew a column of white-hot fire at him.
Percy ducked, then ran before he was spotted. Soon, he found himself in an unfamiliar part of the forest. Once again, Percy walked along, thinking about the prophecy. None of it made sense, but Percy couldn't help but feel as though he was the sea. Why? Percy was clueless.
Now, though, Percy had one more thought clouding his mind. The first task. He heard a stick break, and pulled his pen from his pocket. Percy hadn't uncapped it since his first day, but now he did just that. It grew into a three-feet long bronze sword, and he brandished in the direction of the sound.
That was his second mistake. (The first being going into the forest in the first place.) What he saw were some stern faced men, until you looked down. Their waists grafted into chestnut horse bodies, right where the neck would begin. One look at his sword, and the centaurs drew their bows, all ten of them pointed straight at Percy.
He gulped. Percy figured the best way to survive would be to play victim, so he put his hands up in an "I surrender" pose. He dropped his sword, knowing it would return to his pocket.
"Who are you? You have the schools uniform, but I do not recognise you." The centaur in the middle loosened his bow and stepped forward.
"I'm a new student, I woke up here with no memory and Dumbledore took me in." The centaurs grumbled at Dumbledore's name.
"I say we kill him." Of course, one of them had to say that, and a few others nodded in approval.
"Hold on, my brethren. What is your place in the school, boy?" Percy figured, if he kept them talking they wouldn't kill him, so he rambled.
"Well, I'm a Hufflepuff in sixth year, I am friends with Justin, Harry Potter-" The centaurs drew back at Harry's name. So they know him. However, the lead centaur stood his ground.
"What importance do you have to the school?"
"You mean other than the fact that I am a student? Well..." Percy searched his mind for anything of importance. "Oh yeah! I'm the Hogwarts champion for the Triwizard Tournament. Does that count for anything?"
"It only means that we cannot kill you, champion. We can, however, take you to our home as a hostage." Percy felt himself go pale.
"Really, guys? I mean, I have classes in fifteen minutes, and-" The centaur didn't listen, but instead grabbed Percy by the arm and dragged him away. Percy struggled and protested, but to no prevail.
Suddenly, a memory flashed into his mind, a kind centaur smiling down at him, and Percy's body shut down. These rude, antisocial creatures were so wrong.
His mind reeled. It was so backwards, and his head felt as though it would explode. The centaur looked at him confused, but Percy had no control.
"What did you do to him, Firenze?" A centaur beside him chuckled, "I thought we weren't going to kill him." Firenze, the centaur pulling Percy, shrugged.
"I didn't do anything, he just collapsed. I've never seen anything like it." Another centaur shrugged.
"Looks like memory sickness. Didn't he saw he had no memories? he must've seen something that triggered a memory, but a very powerful force must be holding them back."
"What could he have seen? At least, can you fix him, Earten?" Earten nodded. Firenze gave Percy to Earten, who tossed Percy up onto the horse back.
They trotted away, and Percy couldn't help but groan. His migraine wa turning into a drum beat, getting louder, and louder, and louder.
Memories resurfaced, but then disappeared moments later. A face, Annabeth's, laughing and kissing him. A voice in his head saying Boss! A large kid with one eye yelling "Brother." Curly hair and a rasta cap. A metal rod capped in bronze.
All the memories were gone, except for the one clear picture of Annabeth's face, as Earten sprayed a herbal mixture on his face. The centaur chanted, and Percy's vision darkened.
"You should be out until sunset, my boy." The last thing Percy saw before dropping into unconsciousness was the stern face of Earten.
He wasn't sure how long he was out, and his dream gave him no clue. In the dream, Percy was standing in the shadows of a strange house watching a man rushing around in front of a fireplace.
This man wore a black trenchcoat and a crazed look on his face. He seemed to be preparing for something, someone. A knock sounded on the door, and a weasley man walked in with a bundle the size of a newborn.
"Ah! Wormtail. I see you brought the Dark Lord." The crazy man addressed the weasley man, then turned his attention to the bunde. "Our preparations are ready, sir, all we need now is for the Potter boy to survive all the tasks."
"Tell me the news of the exchange student." A rasping voice came from the bundle.
"Percy Jackson, Lord. He showed up schools grounds with no memory and entered the tournament." Percy gave a jump at his own name.
"And we know nothing of his talent?" The rasping voice seemed irritated.
"Yes. He neglected to come to any classes." That was true. Percy had been practicing with Dumbledore before the champions were announced. The wizard stuff didn't come to him easily, although, he knew what most of the names of the spell meant.
"He is a loose cannon, then. If he i needed for the second task, dispose of him during the third." Percy scowled. Something told him that this wasn't his first time getting a death threat.
"Yes, My Lord." The dream changed. Percy was in a maze, running for his life, when he saw a cup. He turned his head and noticed Harry looking at it too.
"Together?" Percy looked behind him, and nodded. Together, the leaned forward and touched the cup.
In the blink of an eye, Percy found himself in a graveyard. Harry stood next to him, the cup on the ground.
"Kill the extra!" The rasping voice from his earlier dream spoke from the shadows.
"Avada Kedavra!" Percy's dream changed yet again as a stream of green light shot at Percy.
Percy saw a three people, a girl with choppy brown hair, a boy who looked like a latino elf, a another boy, blonde haired, blue eyed with a scar on his upper lip.
"Extraction squad? That sounds painful." The latino elf seemed to be trying to hide his fear behind humor.
"And what are they extracting us too?" The girl had a quaver in her voice. A chariot landed on the grass in front of them, pulled by two pegasi, and a blonde girl jumped out.
Annabeth stomped over to the blonde boy and held a dagger to his neck.
"Where is he?" The blonde boy looked very confused, and Annabeth scowled. Percy felt as though they were talking about him.
"Where is who?" Percy shot up, awake, and looked around. He no longer felt weak, so whatever the centaur did must have helped. He stood up, and a centaur came over.
"You're awake too soon. It is not sunset yet." Earten seemed upset. At least somebody cared about him.
"I have to go- back to the school." Another centaur, Firenze, Percy remembered, trotted over.
"I'm afraid we can't let you, you are our hostage after all." Percy raised an eyebrow.
"Who said anything about you letting me leave?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out his sword. He slammed the hilt onto the two closest centaur's heads, and they collapsed.
An arrow shot at him, but it bounced off his bicep. Percy ran forward, letting the arrows hit him (they all bounced off), and found his way out of the forest. He capped his sword.
That was his third mistake. (There were probably more mistakes, but Percy had stopped counting for a while.) A growl sounded behind him, and he barely had time to turn before a monster jumped onto him.
A Gorgon. She slashed at Percy, but her claws made no mark. Percy pushed her off of him and stood up. He didn't have enough time to pull out his sword. He heard the sound of a river, only twenty feet away, and Percy felt a tug in his gut.
Water rushed at the gorgon, and Percy raised his hands. The water grabbed her, and pulled her into the river. The use of the power made Percy's eyes droop, and, even after the nap he took in the centaurs' encampment, he let his eyes close.
Percy crumpled to the ground, and went unconscious.
I am so sorry my update is very late. But I have finals coming up, and I got sick, and its the holidays, so I am very busy. From now on, I think I will update twice a week, Mondays and Fridays. So, hopefully the next update will be on Monday, but if not, I promise one on Friday.
So many reviews! Thank you all so much. Also, thanks to all the people who responded to my question!
To Guest: Thanks for telling me about the story with the same title. I read the summary, and from what it says, our two stories are very different. So as long as they don't care that our stories have the same name, I don't mind!
And now... Our QOTC!
QOTC: Do you have to take finals?
My answer: Sadly, I do. Three a day on Wednesday and Thursday.
Thank you all so much for the support! See you next time! -VW
