The End of the Beginning, and the Beginning of the Middle
3rd omniscient POV:
Chaos. The only way to explain what was happening was absolutely that. The sons of Poseidon were looking at each other only when the other wasn't, but Percy deduced that Alex was doing the same as he. Annabeth was becoming her old self as she tried to rally the troops, obviously among the first to recover.
Two humanoid figures knock everyone out, but no one is paying enough attention quickly enough. All Percy sees is a glimpse of strange (yet familiar) looking skin. The last thing Percy remembers is that his name is Percy, though people call him Thanatos, he serves Chaos, and he has to help join the twelve universes. The only pleasant memory he has is a face. It is one of jubilance and beauty, and Thanatos knows that the only thing he can do to save that face is to achieve his goal. What is his goal? He is currently unaware, and that unawareness will save his life and that of the person's face whom he sees. The face belongs to an unknown person, but that person made him who he is.
Percy POV:
It's been two years since I've been seeing the pictures—images, visions, whatever you want to call it—it's been two years since the accident on the stupid spaceship thing. I've been a rogue, going around, getting by with food and water. Tell stories that I make up as I go. That usually gets a buck or two. My favorite one is about two kids fighting against all the titans and wining. In the end the kid gets the girl, yada yada yada. The only problem is that I can never describe what they look like.
Right now I'm running from some cops. I might have gotten involved with some bad guys, but hey, I was lost and the only thing I know how to do is fight. I might as well put that to use. The only thing I have from my past is my sword, but that might be a curse. It turns into a weird looking pen. The other half of the time, it's a super kick-ass metal that kills monsters more easily than almost anything else. The only thing stronger only appears on the same planet as it and its called something confusing and that has to do with an Imperial Storm trooper.
Anyways, the fuzz was going past me, 'cuz I was hiding in the dumpster. Pretty clever, because apparently I smell bad so they know where I am from afar. Another thing that they tried to explain to me while I was detained was that monsters can also smell, but it's easier to mask than most people think. It's like using the Mist, but there are so few people here who are susceptible to it. In certain systems though, there are more exceptions rather than True Seers.
The cops passed by, and when I thought I was in the clear, some fat loser came running wearing a badge. I tried to use the moisture in the chemicals of his brain to make him forget, but that only worked once, and I'm not even sure if it was me who did that.
He was about to call out, so noticing that my trick didn't work, I just hurricane kicked him in the vocal chords (to silence him) then in the face (because it's always awesome to see someone kick another guy in the face).
I checked his unconscious body for any weapons, and all I got was his pathetic money, but it may come in handy one day. There are two kinds of currency; there is mortal dollars, which implant their idea upon any new civilization, so no matter what (if they are mortal, that is) they will use the dollar when being supervised by Gods. It's changed over the millennia, but in the end, the dollar has conquered all non-immortal planets and systems. Like I said, there are two kinds of money. The other is the golden drachma. It used to allow people to talk to each other face to face, but since technology can now do that, it automatically stays two millennia faster than average computers, so now (you have to be immortal for this, and not like Huntress immortal, but full out Artemis immortal) you can split you mind, and the parts that have to do with the conversation go over there. Both clone thingies (since neither person is the original) have all the memories, but some are more specified. It's like studying science as opposed to English. You can still read, but now you know the vectors that gravity possesses and how buoyancy can minimize (or if they're negative) maximize them. Negative buoyancy (for all those idiots out there) is essentially gravity, but pulls you down in a salt-water pool when you have a lung full of air.
Those, ladies and gentlemen, are probably the only two subjects I'm good at: mythology and water are both big parts of my life. Girls also get involved a lot, but on the inside, I have no fucking idea what I'm doing. In the end, it usually works out though. Except for that one girl whose name was something like Samantha was incinerated because I was drunk and swore at some god. I then proceeded to make out with Samantha, and he tried to hit me with a lightning bolt (and no, he was not Zeus, in fact, she was a woman) and I twirled Samantha, and you fill in the rest. It was kind of funny.
I got some money, and was about to leave when I saw some kid and his mom getting attacked by a manticore. That's actually not what made me turn. It was the pub next to them. Water was there (if not in the most pure form, but still there). I focused on it, hid in the shadows, and smashed the manticore in the face with a frozen spear so cold it was hot. I may have gotten a free drink or two, but I was too tired to remember.
I woke up the next day thinking about that manticore. The manticore was trying to kidnap the mom. I had seen that once. I think. It seemed familiar, and I didn't want any one else to have to bear through it.
Going around, I spotted some disturbances in the crowd. You might think ooh; he's going to do something. Well you're wrong. It's because of all these punks that I can't remember past two years ago.
I was going to somebody's house (yes, I do have friends) and he said that we should form an alliance. His uncle was coming over, and he was supposed to be this super cop and our neighboring planet. He was supposed to be an undercover, but I didn't think so. He was more of the, not undercover, but really awesome. He was like, an assassin. Whereas someone undercover is still noticed, merely thought to be someone else, the assassin just isn't noticed. He brought some gear for Nico and I. This kid is supposed to be an undercover, but he isn't very good at it. He was trying to follow me, but I saw him immediately. Actually, I felt the water in his body more than saw him.
We met up, and I found out that he didn't have his memory either. His sword was a weird kind of metal; he said it was stygian iron. All I could guess was River Styx, but that's it. I knew that was in the underworld and that I had something to do with it, but he said that his sword was frozen stygian water. I know, frozen water is ice, not iron, but this is the underworld here.
He lost his memory too, but we decided that two children of not only Greek gods, but also two of the biggest, with lost memory wouldn't cause very much damage. We teamed up, and it's like we knew each other. I knew exactly how he was going to attack, and he me.
I was running on the rooftops that were designed so that it would be really hard to run across them. Police had hovercrafts that find the highest point (or manual) and fly over that. There were stairs, chutes, ladders, and at one point a rabid squirrel attacked me. Normally this would be fine, but the thing was small so I couldn't exactly hit him while doing summersaults and avoiding the pikes that the resident of their house decided to put on their roofs. The only good thing about these non-patteranistic roofs was that they make great emergency hideouts.
I heard a siren wail as I monkeyed up onto a terribly inconvenient chimney. The siren got louder as it loomed towards me. The only reason it didn't see me was because it was looking two inches to my right. I disappeared into the hole in the roof, but they caught part of my hood, which was a dark ocean blue with a sea-green trim. The light started to drift towards me, so all I did was try and escape through the bottom of the chimney, which happened to be blocked, and turning on. Fantastic. They would clearly be able to see me with light in all directions, so I did something that I have never done willingly before. I pulled all my limbs off the sides of the chimney and dropped directly into the fire. Momentarily, I was in pain: I thought that the fire was melting my suit, but it's okay. My suit was made out of my essence. It won't burn, and neither will I. Part of that was because I'm the child of the sea god and the other part because I have the curse of the River St—wait. Was that part of my past? What did I have the curse of? Oh wait. I actually already knew that. I had forgotten, but seeing as everything that hit me either bent or broke, Nico told me that I had the curse of his sword's source. That part wasn't the whole you-lost-your-memory, that was just me being stupid.
Anyways, the light shone straight down on me, and as I tried to figure out how I would get up, I heard my name. Not Percy (even though the person who called me knew my real name, we decided not to use it in public).
"Thanatos? Why are you in the fire place?" That was Nico. His code name was Potamos, which meant river. Since it's with a capital, it means a precise river with the word river in it. Since I was already death (even though that would be more fitting for him) we decided to give him the river of death: River Styx.
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