Third Person POV.
[I was going to make this Percy's or Order's POV, but I just finished a chapter for a different story, and the whole story was Third Person, so I got used to it...I didn't realize it was in third person till half-way, and so I got lazy and just quickly added a 'Third Person POV'...0_0]
Percy was escorted to the planet Quercus, and got hooked on a tree before he could get down properly. Order, who had the experience, floated down with grace and landed on the moist earth. The clearing in the world-wide forest had a blanket of lush, pale-green grass. Thrushes sang happily from the tall, wild beech and maple trees. Small patches of sunlight hatched between the cracks of the viridescent leaves, and the breezy forest was merrily alive. Squirrels scrambled up and down trees, and foxes slunk past in the shadows with ease. The planet, it seemed, was teeming with an unbridled wildlife. Vibrant flowers of the whole spectrum bloomed with vigor and bursting joy, allowing the harvesting bees a good deal of pollen. They seemed much bigger than Earth flowers; Percy saw one with petals the size of a car. All of them had an unusual but dainty and sweet-smelling fragrance. Ahead, a mountain rose up, sending down trickles of water, or thrusting down powerful jets of pure water, pooling up in a lake. The lake was hidden by the long, stout trees of the Sequoia. Its weathered and rain-hardened bark gave off a look of elderness. It was paradise for Percy.
Speaking of said person, Percy was still struggling to get to the ground. The branch which created Percy's predicament was currently bending down, threatening dangerously to break. The beech tree suspended him about twenty feet in the air, its strong branch curved down. Sheer dumb luck had cause Percy's T-shirt of Camp Half-Blood (He wanted to get rid of it) to catch on the stupid branch. Which left him twenty feet in the air, held up by a...stick, in Percy's opinion. He reached into his pocket for Riptide, only to find his pockets empty. Where~? And he was hoping he could cut himself free...bummer. He glared at the tree. A gust of wind just had to blow by, inevitably swinging Percy back and forth. He instinctively reached behind him to get a firm hold on the hated bough of the hated tree.
"My, my," Order chuckled, as if enjoying what was happening. "One second ago you were still trying to get off, now you hold onto the branch as if it was something you could not let go of?" It had some truth in it, Percy realized. He fully registered that he was supposed to be hating the branch, not holding it for dear life. Extracting his hands as fast as lightning, Percy went back to glaring at the tree. Order snapped his fingers, and the tree's other limbs prodded him off. Percy fell with a yelp and landed in an undignified heap. He groaned and shakily stood up. Brushing the mud off the best he could, he gave the tree one last kick, and then fuming mad, joined Order who was walking away jubilantly.
After walking in the forest for endless miles, Order suddenly stopped in his tracks. Walking over to a tree, he groped around its thick trunk, then dropped down.
"Hey, Order~ can I call you Order? Anyways, what are you doing?" Percy curiously asked, looking at the awkward position Order was forming. He was in a crawling position, his head stuck into the bush next to the tree. Rustles in the shrub proved Order's hand active, most likely searching for something. He heard mutters of,
'Where did that stupid girl put the key? I thought it was supposed to be in the tree!' and 'Ouch! Damn that cursed girl, she should have gotten rid of that thorn earlier!'
He emerged back looking unhappy, his thumb flowing golden ichor and his cloak ripped into shreds. Order's hair was nestled with leaves, and sprigs here and there completed the wild hairdo.
"I found the key," He said grumpily to himself or Percy, it was unclear. In his hand was the most beautiful object Percy had ever seen. It was a metal stick, although curved delicately to form the image of a rose. The metal itself, the most inner layer of the so-called 'key', was already breath-taking. It shone of vivid silver, though it looked somewhat unlike the normal Earth silver. It didn't look metallic; it looked... soft. This intricate design was shrouded and tucked safely into the pockets of petals, their tone varying from soft, baby blue to deep, evil purple. Joined at the tip and end by what seemed magic, the delicate petals were in a way...see-through. It looked solid, but if you looked into its depths, you could see its beautiful possession. It glowed a faint red, pulsing brightly, then fading. Although only the size of the palm, it was a natural beauty.
"Um, Order?" Percy asked hesitantly. Order growled in response. "What type of metal is that?" he pointed the handle of the key. It sparkled a piercing silver, the reflection born from the setting sun. The glow of red swallowed the glimmer up, before releasing it again and catching it again. Order looked down at the key.
"Oh, this? It's a rare metal found on this planet, called Argyros. It's unbreakable, and only the people on Pyralis(I know these names are hard to remember, so I'll tell you which are which. Pyralis is the one next to the sun, the 'Hephaestus' planet.) people know how to handle this metal. I had this custom made on Pyralis, and had the petals hand-picked from Chikako, where they were experimenting with hybrid species of plants. (Chikako is the smart planet, the 'Athena' planet)," Order proudly stated.
"Okay..." Percy slowly said, his mind still processing the four facts that were thrown at him in a flurry. He guessed that fell in the category of when he was a Seaweed Brain... No, don't think about that woman... Percy mentally chided himself for thinking about Annabeth and curled his fists, willing the pain inside him to stop.
"Gosh, let's get going!" Order exclaimed, checking the sky. The stars were peeking out already, and the sun was dragging itself wearily down the mountain, having held himself in the air for hours already. On its way down, it left a colorful streak that was painted on the canvas of the sky, a splash of orange and a dot of blue. The moon got ready to have a good night up, and Orion readied his bow in the night sky. Percy wholeheartedly agreed. He wasn't going to keep staying in the frikin' forest where one of the frikin' trees made a monkey out of him, even if the only spectator was Order. He furiously nodded his head. Order went back to the tree, and thrust the key at the tree. Percy was going to snort with annoyance, seeing how it was impossible to sink a key into a tree with no visible slots. He, however, was startled when the key was inserted into the tree with grace, a ripple of magic spreading across the tree and into the space of the forest. Order jerked the key to the left, and out of the blue, an ordinary door poofed into existence right in front of the oblivious Percy. Said person jumped back in fright, and landed flat on his bottom. He blinked rapidly, then rubbed his eyes. Order whistled suspiciously, and walked to the door nonchalantly. He opened it as if he did it every day of his life, which to Percy was probably true. Order stepped in the seemingly unlocked door, and closed it behind him. Percy scrambled up, and flung open the door, not wanting to be alone in the now dark, creepy forest. He caught up to Order, who was walking down a long, long corridor. It was dimly lit, the only source of light a ball of gas a mile( apart. Yes, the corridor was that long. It seemed endless. The damp, slimy stones beneath their feet gave an eerie feeling. They started curving, snaking, left and right. Doors led them astray, or rather Percy astray, one favoring and welcoming them right, the other one, the left one, squeaked open on its own, as if calling out,
'Choose me! Choose me!' Order, who knew the corridor and maze like the back of his hand, didn't stop to hesitate and boldly flung open the right. It let out a blast of warm air, and Percy peeked in meekly. He didn't know why he was so afraid; it was just a feeling. If he was his normal self, he would be trampling in with his friends already. Normal self... The self that still had his friends. His dad, Poseidon, his girlfriend, Annabeth, the rest of the seven, the camp... With his friends...He didn't have any friends. They were all lost in the whirlwind, also known as Samuel Adams. A piece of pure evil. Heck, he even had the nerve to make Nyx spill before stabbing him. How he twisted his friends, and severed his bonds. How he managed to do everything that happened in the last three months. How... Percy shook his head. No time to be thinking about that right now. He followed the Order who once more was walking away without him.
Beautiful. Tall. Ancient-looking. That was all that could describe the castle that was looming, towering in front of Percy. He craned his neck for a better look at the top of the building. It seemed to have been made from gold, with some type of unknown substance as a substitute for what seemed tattered windows, compared to the magnificent castle. The door frames were made from celestial bronze, and were encrusted with what could only be diamond. The windowsills were covered with precious and priceless gems. It shone with an unnatural gleam, a gleam so metallic that it made the gem look fake. But they weren't. Percy knew. Just a a feeling, a feeling within deep down in his gut. But hey, when had his gut failed to save him? Never. So, he was going to trust his gut instincts. He frowned. The castle seemed so... flat. He took a closer inspection, and realized this was the outer layer, the wall of the castle. The guards probably slept in the towers. Percy stepped in front of the door. It was at least thirty feet high, all made from a brass that one could only call... finished. Well-done. Polished. It looked as if it hadn't stood for a couple eons. Order stepped out to the door, and transformed into his godly body. He now stood only a few feet shorter than it. He yelled,
"Prosopon!" A face merged from the door, its pale gold skin glinting in the moon's bright light.
"Password?" He said slowly, his curiously deep and child-like accent leading the way. Order murmured something into his giant ear while Percy looked as far up as he could. The face, supposedly one of a 'Prosopon', was huge. The chin to his lips were already slightly taller than Percy, and Percy was what? Six feet seven?
"Perseus! We are going!"Order called, suddenly back to the size of a normal human. He gently gave a small whack to the large, brass doors. It opened with a deafening squeak, louder than someone putting the sound of screeching elephants on speakers and putting it on max. Percy shut his eyes and covered his ears, hoping to block out the sound to no avail. It was soon gone, too fast for Percy to even blink let out a breath of air. Order walked down a stone path, dragging Percy with him quickly, as if not wanting him to see anything in the courtyard. He yanked open a second set of doors in a hurry, and closed it, satisfied at hearing the secure 'click'. Percy looked up. The insides were amazing...
Sorry for the late update...I had orientation, so I didn't get that much time...
NOOOOOOO! SCHOOL'S STARTING NEXT MONDAY!
Well, hopefully see you next week? Maybe. I still have anther story, so maybe two weeks one update? I'll see how well it fits in with my schedule.
Bye. I'm out.