Rage - A Percy Jackson Mini Story

by Aegis626

A little mini-story I wrote because I felt like it. I would like any feedback, please. I might make the story longer, or I can simply keep it short and make a new story. I'm leaning towards short because I don't have any idea what to continue with. I will state however, I like the idea I am working with. Any story I make will most likely be based on this general concept.

2. Chapter 2

Third Person's Point of View:

Anyone who knew Percy Jackson could tell you that he was a master swordsman. Someone who stayed calm during even the toughest battles. Whenever a fight happened he kept his emotions on the inside until the danger passed. This was not the Percy Jackson who charged at Gaea. For one, he charged with a one-sided battle axe that was pulled up from the ground instead of Riptide. Secondly, his normally impassive face was contorted with rage. Thirdly, he was shouting a warcry that intimidated every monster near him.

A cyclops who stepped in front of his mistress had an axe lodged into his leg and his face pummeled by Percy's fists. Ripping the weapon out of the cyclops and driving the blade deep into its chest, a cloud of golden dust-obscured Percy's vision. A roar of rage resonated from the Hero of Olympus. The monsters' front line crumpled under the sheer brutality and ferocity of Percy's attack. Launching the axe at a charging drakon, which roared, Percy unsheathed Riptide and lunged forward.

Jason Grace's Point of View:

Percy was fighting like a demon. The rain had condensed around him and he subconsciously used it to power his bladed swings. His strikes, which were normally refined from years of training and battle, were wild, erratic, and relied on brute force. Percy screamed and roared menacingly as he decimated the enemy's forces. Armor crumpled underneath his rage-filled assault.

I haven't a clue what could have made the normally calm and level-headed man I knew, this angry. Taking my eyes off of my friend, I thrust my gladius into the side of a monster. Spinning my weapon into a spear, I called down bolt after bolt of lighting. While not as effective as Percy, I battled away line after line of the army. Running through a Hellhound I dragged my eyes back to Percy.

Third Person Point of View:

Battling through the force opposing him, Percy subconsciously used a few newfound Earthshaker powers. Spikes of the terrain around the Demi-gods formed into a sharp point and stabbed into the monsters. There were so many spikes that were attacking the horde, that they started to believe that Gaea had changed sides. The rain formed into a personal hurricane with Percy in the centre. A hurricane threw smaller monsters into the air before slamming them back down again. Gaea, who was viewing the confrontation, started to worry. She didn't know how a mere mortal contained so much raw power and rage. Unfortunately for her, she was about to see it first hand.