Author's Note: Ok, raise of hands, who think this is moving way to slowly and will never even get to October? Raises own hand. I know, this is a super slow paced story, as I am not time skipping practically everything. In other words, I want this to be both a school and summer fic. It will take place over 365 days, with at least one chapter per day, maybe a couple in one day, but I will at least acknowledge that every day of the story's timeline exists. So this will most likely be split into multiple stories. Anyway, let's move on, you know the drill, read, review, favorite, follow, poll. Bye!
Disclaimer: Rick Riordan most likely does not have time to write fanfiction about his own characters. Actually, it wouldn't be fanfiction. It would be original since he created this universe. In other words, I can not possibly own Percy Jackson or be Rick Riordan.
Casus's Point of view
Grover began to attempt to explain ambrosia to Percy. I could not let that happen. "Σιωπή! (Silence!)" I hissed. "Do not explain," I added in English. I grabbed his shoulder and forcefully removed him from between Percy and I, simultaneously grabbing the ambrosia out of his hands. "Shh to you to," I whispered at Percy.
He began to open his mouth to ask why. Taking advantage of the opportunity, I stuffed the food into his mouth, before grabbing the mouth and holding it closed. A look of panic flashed in Grover's face. "Percy, Percy," he cried. "Ok, listen to me buddy. Just chew and swallow. You are gonna be fine. Now don't choke kid. Breathe to. Chew some more. Swallow." He had begun at this point to drag out words like he was talking to a baby.
I elbowed him, hissing, "Seriously? Baby talk Grover?"
"Shut up," he hissed back. He got louder. "Have you swallowed it Percy. And Casus, let go of Percy so he can breathe and speak."
I let go of Percy, didn't need him to choke on food that is supposed to heal him. Percy gasped for breath. Panting he said, "I am fine. But what was that. I feel even better now."
"Good. Grover, get some of the drink, Percy can use that to wash it down. All together the food and drink will be super effective. And even more if we mix water with it. And Percy, sit down on the toilet, not to go to the bathroom, but as a seat. Keep the lid on, please and thank you." Grover darted out of the room, while Percy lowered himself on to the seat.
Seconds later, Grover ran back in. "Πήρα το νέκταρ (I got the nectar)," he almost shouted. "Όμως ο Σέρμο γίνεται ύποπτος. Από εδώ και πέρα χρησιμοποιήστε ελληνικά. (But Sermo is getting suspicious. Use Greek from now on.)"
"Εντάξει (Ok)," I responded. "Καταλαβαίνεις τον Περσέα? (Do you understand Perseas?)"
"Ναί (Yes)," he answered, rolling his eyes. "Και μην τηλεφωνείτε με το πλήρες όνομά μου (And don't call me by my last name)"
"Εντάξει Percy (Ok Percy)" I agreed, Grover nodding his head alongside. "Τώρα περάστε το νέκταρ και το κύπελλο Grover (Pass the nectar and cup Grover)"
"Εντάξει (Ok)" He got up, passing the canteen of nectar and the cup over to me. I took them both, before opening the canteen. I poured the nectar into the cup until it was half full. Once it got there, I put the cup down on the counter, then screwed the cap back on the canteen. I put that on the counter as well. Lifting the cup back up, I finished filling it up with water.
"Θα ήταν καλύτερα με αλάτι (Would be better with salt)," I muttered, pulling a packet out of my pocket. I had already knew Percy was a son of Poseidon, so I brought salt with me in case it would help if he got injured. I opened the packet and pulled it in. "Grover, ραβδί (Grover, stick)," I called he. He thankfully understood what I meant and grabbed a stick used for stirring. Grabbing it, I silently told him thanks. He nodded in response, getting the message. I put the stick in the drink, stirring it around slightly. I passed the drink into Percy's shivering hands. "Ποτό (Drink)," I ordered. "Τώρα (Now)." He nodded, before drinking the whole thing at once. It flowed straight down his throat. Relief flashed through mine and Grover's minds. He didn't burn up, we didn't give him to much. You could see him finish healing.
Grover whispered into his ear, "Act like you are still injured. Mr. Sermo can not know about this.
"Oratio," he slurred. "Whaddaya say?"
"Good." We smiled, before clothing him and picking the kid up, moving him out of the bathroom.
"Finally," Mr. Sermo yawned. "You lot were taking forever."
"Maybe because we were trying to clothe an injured person without harming them and without their cooperation," I retorted, not wanting to deal with the annoying teacher. I probably could speak Latin better than he could. I just have to return to my Roman godly form, and I will speak Latin fluently without even trying.
"Do not sass me young man," he growled, a little annoyed, no, very annoyed with me. It did break me out of my stupor though.
"Whatever old man," I sassed. "Now how about we take Percy to the nurses office like you suggested." The whole time I was laughing inside. I mean, old man. I am thousands of years old! The adult was practically a kid to me. Maybe even an infant!
"Fine, puer autem impetibili (you insufferable child)," he grumbled, getting out of his chair. "Now follow me. I will lead the way and for your remarks, you and
Mr. Underwood will carry Mr. Jackson. And I expect you to still keep up."
Laughing I asked, "Insufferable child? Please, I am over a thousand years old. He is the insufferable child."
"Casus, be quiet. Now, come on, we have to pick up Percy," Grover whispered nervously, eyes darting around the room. "He is already mad at you."
"Fine," I whined. "Now let's get this over with. I got the head and backwards, you feet and facing forwards." I stalked over to where Percy was propped up. "Be as light as you can," I whispered. "But Grover and I got you." We scooped up Percy and followed Mr. Sermo all the way to the nurse's office.
"Shifa Dawa, we need your healing, help us please," Mr. Sermo chanted as we entered the room.
"Let me see the patient Oratio. And you should know by now that is not necessary," the mysterious Shifa Dawa responded in a misty voice. She walked out into the open. Shifa Dawa was of Egyptian origin she had black hair, amber eyes, tan skin, was tall and regal. You could easily see her heritage easily. And magic was flowing around her. Around her neck was the knot of Isis. She was most likely a healer, one who found work in the outside world. "Blood of the pharaohs runs deeply in this one," she whispered under her breath, gasping. "He will be a powerful magician, most likely one of combat.
Both Grover and Mr. Sermo looked confused. "Blood of the pharaohs?" they asked.
"It just is another way of saying of Egyptian descent," she answered in her mysterious tone. "But the real question is why you are not confused." She turned towards me. "By the gods, will you tell me the answer."
"I speak and work with Hemsut," I answered, speaking in a low tone so only she could hear me. "Don't tell any of them. I am undercover."
"Thank you for answering ancient one," she told me, in a normal tone of voice. The others just got more confused. Dropping down to a lower pitch, she told me, "I will not tell anyone." I nodded my thanks. "Oratio you must go. Go to the next spot on your checklist. I shall heal the boy, and the others will stay by my side. Do not worry, I will have them stay here until you need them again."
"Thank you Shifa. Now I must be off." Mr. Sermo turned around, walked out the door, closing it. Shifa Dawa made a circle with her hands as he left. I was certain we were now locked in. Now, it was best we follow her instructions.
"Follow me to the healing room boys. When you enter, place him on the bed, or maybe it is a table." We picked him up and followed her into the room and placed Percy down. " Sit down on the chairs. As we did so, she went into the corner and grabbed an old branch. Wait, it was one of the Egyptian staffs. She waved it, muttering word as hieroglyphics came out. "He won't remember any of this. Is that ok? I will ask you as his friend who will actually see."
"Go ahead." It was done. The healing process has now begun as she waved her wand and staff.