Son of Fire

Chapter 7

Percy's POV

A New Look

I can't believe it. How could she? I thought she trusted me and I her.

Well, I guess both of those statements are wrong.

Damn, when is this vulgar potion going to wear off. Not being able to talk is getting annoying.

Then again, not being able to talk was the only thing keeping me from screaming my head when I escaped there camp.

But now, it's just so damn annoying not being able to mumble or whisper or something. All I hear is the high kicking sound of my motor.

Now I need to get to the nature team.

It passes like this for some time.

That is, until I hear a rustle in the forest next to the trees I'm flying by.

At first, I don't mind it one bit because I'm on my bike, like it's going to catch me.

Then, I start hearing the rustling in par with the velocity I'm going.

Before I realize what this means a giant yellow cat thing jumps in the way I'm going.

On instinct, I turn the bike to it's side like they do in the movies so that the bike is flat still going at a pretty high velocity.

On the bright note, it worked, as I go right under the giant creature although I did think the tire hit one of the creature's legs.

On the bad note, the leg under the bike was scraped really hard on the ground as I was skidding.

I feel a little sting, but pull my self together and put the bike back to its regular position and keep going.

I get two feet before the bike completely flip with me on it.

I fly into the road skidding to the stop on hard rough street.

"AHHHHHH!" I scream.

Great, just the perfect time to get my freaking voice back.

The bike lands next to me smoking and on fire and with a huge ass dent in the front wheel.

Oh, that's what made me flip I say mentally. Then I curse myself for having stupid ADHD and stupid thoughts.

I realize a little to late what the fire means.

Before I can think, the whole vehicle explodes and flames go everywhere.

The flames and fire itself does no harm but mere blast of the heat sends me flying ten feet into the forest where my head lands on a rock.

The final thought I had before losing all consciousness was well, at least I will see my mom.


The first feeling I had was pain. Just pain everywhere.

The good thing was that I was still alive.

I opened my eyes I was relieved to find myself in the exact place where I had landed or at least somewhere in the forest.

I groaned as I sat up.

The first thing I realize is that flames are blurring my vision and then I realize that my whole body was lit aflame.

I let the flames leave and I quickly looked at my surroundings for any wild fires. After all, I am inside a forest.

To my surprise, I found not a single thing on fire or any sign of it being on fire prier to my waking.

The only thing that was burnt was the area where I had fallen unconscious.

I got up and stumbled through the forest painfully groaning every once in awhile in search of a pond. I found one shortly after searching.

When I got close, I almost threw up at my complex.

I had a giant gash running down the top of my head and don't get me started on the bump it had made. My head looked like a freaking snowman with that huge hump.

When I took off my shirt, I was shocked to find teeth marks sinking in to my stomach. Luckily, they didn't sink into much and there were only a few bruises and scratches.

I thanked my father that my body was like a flame ball.

I chuckled lightly. The stupid cat probably burned his own mouth.

The worst part was my leg. The small sting I felt was actually very underplayed.

All of the skin from that side was gone and I could see some bones.

It was only dry blood, yet I wasn't feeling lightheaded. Weird I thought. Shouldn't that amount of blood loss k- oh wait the flames must of dried it.

I thanked my father once again.

Okay, I need to clean myself up I thought.

For the first time I realized that I still had my backpack and watch.

I tugged my backpack off and searched for my nectar and ambrosia. I found ambrosia, but I couldn't find my bottle.

Then it hit me and I cursed me for getting off track. When Selina woke up, she completely made me forget that I had given my bottle-filled nectar to Claire.

I groaned.

This is going to be harder to heal.

I stuffed two pieces of ambrosia into my mouth.

Most of the wounds recovered except the gash that ran down my leg left and nasty, white scar.

I tracked down back to the road, and what I found was a wreck of my bike.

I looked for any salvageable metals. I found a few although both tires were melted rubber that smelled horrible. One of the wheels metal parts was still in working position while the other one had the dent in it.

So I put it in my backpack and thought to melt it for metal later.

That is if I ever get out of this war.

Maybe not war. More like a demigod vs a couple dozen titans and there army.

Sounds fair I thought dryly.

And then I gave a bitter chuckle.

Didn't I always use to say that "Who said life was fair?"

You know, it's more annoying when it's directed to yourself instead of another.

Then, I did something that I should have done at the beginning of this whole plot to start a rebellion.

I simply sat down on the street and thought of it.

This whole ordeal I had to suffer through.

What was the point of all of this.

I mean seriously, what could I and a few allies do against titans.

I mean, I lost to a freaking cat, how in the world am I going to fight the titan lord himself.

At the beginning of this whole thing, I was filled with determination, perseverance, and dare I say it, hope.

I was filled with naive hope.

Now, all I feel is doubt and reality.

I thought hard for what I felt in the beginning of this quest to find what made me so determined, but all I could think of is different outcomes of the war in which I die.

The only reason I lived this battle was because my abilities, or I would've been cat nip.

I put my head down in shame, of what I've become.

But in retrospect, I just helped myself, for I saw my imprint, my memory, my hell.

And that was all I needed.

And I thought so what. Say I die in the end and nothing changes.

I still put the worry in them that there are more of us out in the world biding their time for revenge.

Plus, I finally remembered why I did this. It wasn't for honour or pride, or even to feel satisfaction.

It was to see one of my parents.

Say I die. I still get to meet my mom.

Say I survive and actually win. I get to meet my dad.

Either way, I'm going to meet a parent, whether it's in hell or heaven, I don't care.

But if I'm going to go out, I'm going to go out swinging.

A new fire was ignited in my soul. One so powerful, that no probability of loss could deter me from going through with my plan.

I got up, and looked ahead to the future, not behind to my past.

So what, I got beaten by a cat.

Now I'll be double careful and more aware.

I put my wrist watch to my mouth and said "3929" and waited a few seconds.

It soon said "Haleyville, Alabama".

With a new determination, I took off running in the direction of my destination, Dallas, Texas.

I should get there and approximately a week.


I know I haven't uploaded for a while but I had major writer's block. This is my first story and I'm writing as I go, I didn't plan any of it but now I know for any of my next writings

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