So next chapter! :) hope you like it! There is some explaning here so it might be a tiny bit boring! :P
Thanks for all the reviews! It motivates me ;) thanks for reading. I do not own Percy Jackson.
The world span again, twirling and shifting, until it stopped. Percy was standing with Thalia and Nico at the entrance to the camp. Percy looked awful, dark rings under his eyes, his hair was even messier than usual.
"Percy.. I am really sorry about your mom and step dad.. But you know they are gone?" Thalia said, looking concerned.
"As you know, I am the undying king, thanks to the gods and all, doesn't that mean anything? Hmm? Maybe I can bring them back with this sword!" Percy answered, holding out his arms.
"How do you even know about this sword?" Thalia said, folding her hands.
"I don't know... I just do!"
"P-Percy.. I am the son of hades, and i know what this must feel like.. Remember when Bianca died, I tried to bring her back but-"
"But you didn't kill her did you?" Percy said, looking angry, his eyes began to glow. Nico looked shocked.
"You see Nico, I killed my mom, and my step dad. And I will bring them back!" He said, his voice shacking.
"Technically Annabeth k-"
"Don't talk about her! Not now.. I am going" As he said that Percy turned and walked down the hill away from the camp.
""If we allow our passions to turn to bloodlust, then we will become as vile as the monsters! And this passion of yours... To bring back the dead.. Its not good Percy" Thalia said running after him.
He just waved his hand and a massive ice barrier blocked her path, and Percy walked. The scene changed again, the world was spinning.
This time Percy was in a graveyard, he was sitting in front of a tomb stone, it said 'Here lies Sally Jackson' A tear fell from Percy's eye, hitting the grass. He started speaking to the grave.
"Hi mom... Im sorry for what I did. I-I couldn't control it. You always said dying was a part of life, i wish it wasn't. Grandma wrote you a letter, i cant read it... my dyslexia and her hand writing.. You know. Il leave it here." He started sobbing.
"I don't know if we all have a destiny, or-or if we are all just floating around, like on a the wind, maybe its both.. But I- I miss you mom... If theres anything you need, I wont be far away." Then he stood up, and the scene changed.
This time Percy was standing in Alaska, with the new Riptide. Clarrise was lying on the ground, dead. He was examining his new sword. Percy got angry and shouted at the sky in frustration.
"Please! I will do anything! I'l pay any prize! Just let me save my people! My friends! Let me get my mom back!" He fell to his knees, feeling hopeless. Percy swung his sword desperately trying anything. The snow was fogging his view, the wind was blowing, making a whistle sound. Then Percy swung again, the ice cracked. Percy got a look of hope in his face, but out of the hole crawled a massive icy worm. It had big fangs and spikes up its back. Percy walked backwards in horror. The worm let out a screech and dug it self in to the ground, disappearing.
Percy didn't care where the giant worm went he wanted his mom and step dad back. He didn't want this curse. He wanted revenge.
Revenge can be a terrible thing, spreading death and destruction across nations and generations. But in the eyes of a single man, it can be a strangely beautiful thing that takes a firm grip at that dark place just behind the heart.
Percy had felt it every waking moment in the past time—and often in his dreams, too. It festered his soul, eating away at what remained of his sanity.
He would have revenge for his mother's death, but it would have to be well executed. And so he waited. He would never forget his mom. Percy sat down with his blade in his lap, thinking about her.
Whenever puppies in the pet store window distracted his mom from the serious business of taking Percy for shopping groceries, his mom would squeal fiercely and run to the window, and Percy would drag her away, yet she always forgave him instantly. Over the past few years she had gotten older, but when she heard Percy opening the door and walking in from school or camp, she still tried to crush him in a hug. She's been dead for some time now. One morning Percy started making blue pancakes-just the way she likes it - before he remembered.
Percy walked to the massive spiraling ice mountain. On the top was the ice throne, his throne. He looked at it with anger. He felt tired, lost, angry, wanting revenge.
This was his home now, were he couldn't hurt anyone. Suddenly all the Olympian gods flashed around him.
"Percy, Ares has told me that you have gotten hold of the Soul-stealer.. I cant allow you to bear such a weapon, it is too powerful!" Zeus said, walking to Percy, he stopped at the sight of Riptide.
"Oh, but you see dear uncle.. I need this to get my parents back!" He shouted at the god.
"You know that isn't possible Percy" Hades said silently.
"Stop this nonsense Percy Its-" Poseidon said, walking to Zeus's side.
"YOU! You made me take this curse! You and Annabeth! I killed my parents because of you gods!" Percy thundered.
"I saved you! Two times! And this is how you repay me!? With a curse you knew i would accept!? Because of my flaw?" Percy eyed every god.
"You know what?. Maybe Luke was right about some things. You gods don't care about your children. I did so much for you, SO MUCH! And now I will rot here, for ever, with guilt!" Percy was leaning against his throne, he was weak.
"I don't even know what the Undying King is!" Percy said, raising his arms.
"W-Well.. The King was created when the titans ruled the world. They didn't control Alaska, just like us gods. So one of the titans, a very powerful one, made a blood pact with his own soul, I don't know what the pact was about, but one day he broke it, by order of Kronos, to cease control of Alaska. So Kronos and the other titans ravaged and destroyed his body, but the blood pact kept his soul and incased it within that sword, keeping it away from the twisting nether. So the titan ceased to exist, and so the Undying King was created. To control Alaska, and the hordes of the Undying. The sword keeps souls Percy, away from Elysium, away from the underworld. And your soul was the first to be claimed, when you became King." Athena said, everything was silent now. Percy was shocked. He was going to be King forever?
Percy snapped out of it.
"I wont stop looking for my mom, I think you gods now that." He was holding back tears.
Poseidon and Zeus walked up to him, face to face.
"You cant have the sword!" Zeus thundered. Poseidon and Zeus pushed Percy onto the throne. Percy looked surprised, and then he looked sleepy, he was fainting away.
"One day, when you have realized you were wrong. When you start to regret what you have done to me, to mom, to Clarrise..." Ares looked down.
"When you have some serious trouble again, when you need me. You will come here, and wake me up and shout SAVE US" Percy's eyes flared up again.
"And I...will whisper...no" Then his eyes stopped, Riptide fell from his hands, clanking on the hard ice. Percy's head backwards against the throne. A sigh left his mouth. He was asleep.
So... :P I think percy's story might be a little tragic! :O Let me know what you think! Thanks for reading! :) I'l try to update soon.