Aand here's another chapter of The Prince of the Atlantic! If you haven't already, go read my new cringy soulmate fanfiction! Also, this is the second time I have to type this because my annoying brother hit control-w while I was working on this chapter. And it didn't save. Yippee. Thanks a lot Eric. Anyway, on with the show!
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Chapter 8
Annabeth
Annabeth was lost.
She was almost at the blue team's flag when a patrol group from the Hermes cabin found her. So she turned and ran, not bothering to keep track of where she was going. And now she was lost. Stupid, stupid, stupid, she scolded herself. Now she had to wander the woods until she found the creek, and reorient herself from-wait. Wasn't that Erica's tree? She crept closer, trying to get a better look, when THUNK.
Something large, bronze, and heavy fell on her head.
Thank the gods for her helmet, otherwise Percy would have brained her. Annabeth judo flipped him over her so she was on top of him, and then pinned him to the ground for good measure. "Explain," she hissed. "How did you get out of that net? I threw your pen-sword across the clearing." Erica's voice came from the tree above them. "He pulled a pen from his pocket, and when he uncapped it, it turned into that sword he has! I thought you disarmed him first!" The head counselor yelled. Annabeth's brain went into full-on thinking mode. I threw his sword across the clearing, into the trees. He took out another pen from his pocket. That means... he has TWO pen swords? She shook her head. No, that can't be right. Her eyes widened as she came across the answer. "Your sword returns to your pocket." Percy's jaw would have hit the ground if he wasn't already on it. "H-how did you guess?" Annabeth smirked. "I have my ways, Seaweed Brain." Percy shrugged. "Well, since I need payback, and you guessed my secret, I guess I'll just do this. And he flipped on top of her in one smooth motion, uncapping Riptide at the same time.
And he slammed the hilt of his sword into her head.
Annabeth saw stars. Right before he blacked out, she thought she heard Percy say, "Be prepared to wake up to a blue team victory, Wise Girl."
Percy
Percy felt sort of bad as he knocked Annabeth out. She was his first friend here, after all. But he needed to win, and Annabeth was getting in his way. Plus he didn't do it hard enough to leave a bruise. Believe it or not, he'd had a lot of practice before coming to camp. He turned up towards the tree in which Erica was hiding. "Look after her, okay?" The daughter of Athena's voice floated down. "It's not really your place to say that right after you knocked her out, but sure." Percy smiled and hurtled towards the red flag.
Ten minutes later, Percy was standing over 9 unconscious Apollo campers. He grabbed the red team's flag, and raced towards the creek, letting his powers drag him in the right direction once again.
As he ran, he realized that he didn't have to keep his guard up because nobody was going to get in his way. He had managed to knock out half of the Apollo cabin with their own fart arrows, and the Ares cabin was groaning on the ground. Athena was probably up in the trees somewhere. The only thing he was worried about was if the other half of the Apollo cabin found him, so he listened for rustling of leaves, but he didn't hear anything and he was getting closer to the creek.
He had finally reached the creek when he realized something was wrong. The Ares campers were still on the ground, but he heard a distinct growling, and drew Riptide. A pack of hellhound lept into the clearing. Percy was confused. Annabeth told him there were mosters in the woods, but Chiron said that there wouldnt be any for the Capture the Flag Game. Where did they come from? He was distracted by a hellhound leaping at him.
Percy yelled defiantly, and swung Riptide in an arc, vaporizing it instantly. He called the water to his will, and encased the rest of the monsters in ice, then promptly decapitated them all. Then, the son of Poseidon heard andother rustling, and immediately doused the figure in water. "Percy!" Annabeth yelled. "What was that for? I heard hellhounds amd came to-oh." Annabeth faltered off as she realized they were all dead. "Well?" Annabeth gestured to the flag. "Aren't you going to win?" Percy snapped back into reality. "Oh yeah." Percy picked up the flag and waded across the creek.
Immediately, the flag sent out a blue flare, signaling that the blue team won, and the rest of the campers should come to the creek. Chiron and the others burst through the clearing a moment later. Suddenly, everything around him lit up blue. Annabeth pointed with a shaky hand to something above his head. "L-look." Percy glanced upward, but all he saw was his dad's trident, glowing in a ring of blue light. He was confused for a moment. So what?
Then he realizes that it meant that Poseidon claimed him. That was a bad thing, right? Annabeth told him there weren't supposed to be children of the Big Three. Campers around him kneeled, and Chiron looked grave.
"All hail Perseus Jackson, son of Poseidon, lord of horses, god of the seas and bringer of the storms."
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Yay cliffhanger! I finally got him claimed! I feel like it could have been a bit more dramatic though. Also, I'm typing this on my phone so sorry for the non-existent horizontal lines.Thanks for reading!
