I really like how this chapter it was going. There is a lot of explanations in this chapter. It may be slower, but I promise that I will pick it up soon. If you guys can give me some future ideas and I might incorporate them into the story. Some stuff would include his future quest and other drama that may occur.
I will try to up date this story and Calypso's Second Chance soon.
Disclaimer I do not own Percy Jackson, all rights belong to Rick Riordan
Percy was silent as they walked. What could he ask this girl? He knew she was probably more willing to inform him on what he wanted to know than Mr. Bru- Chiron, but what could he ask her about? Annabeth was walking so close to him as if to catch him if he fell.
Her hair was lemon scented and pulled back into a pony-tail. She was wearing an orange shirt that's words had long since faded and around her neck were many colorful beads and a ring stringed onto a leather band. He tried to see what the beads had on them, but Annabeth would move in a way that he could never really get a good look at them. Percy wondered if she was a demigod like he was, he wanted to know who her mother or father was.
Though he could never find the words to say, Percy still found himself distracted with how beautiful everything was on Olympus. It seemed to be made completely out of marble; every so often they'd pass rugs on the floor or half-naked statues of a god or goddess, but he tried to avoid looking at those for too long. Everything in the palace like place seemed to be illuminated, however Percy had yet to find any possible way it could have been.
There were no light fixtures.
They passed other kids as they walked, many seemed to be watching them and then they'd begin whispering amongst themselves. Percy tried to ignore his annoyance, he knew they were talking about him. After moving to so many different schools throughout his life, Percy was sick of being the new kid. Many of the kids that passed them looked a lot alike to someone else in the room. Almost as if they were all siblings.
"There has to be a reason why you asked for me instead of Chiron." Annabeth questioned him quietly, ignoring the whispers hissing around them.
"Maybe I'm not use to the whole, 'half-horse' thing yet and wanted someone who looked normal." Percy pointed out.
Annabeth's lip twitched slightly, "That is very racist you know. And Chiron had such good things to say about you. Tell me the truth."
Percy wanted to get out of the peering eyes of all of the other kids around them. He didn't like feeling like someone was looking over his shoulder or feeling as if someone was waiting to grab him. Annabeth stopped walking almost as if she sensed his desire and pulled him into a secluded space where all of the others seemed to pass by. It had a large gold colored loveseat in the center and some potted ferns planted around it. Large red drapes were hung about the room even though there were no windows.
Annabeth sat him down on the love seat and stood in front of him. Her grey eyes were full of such an intense scrutiny that he almost crouched down, but Percy wasn't about to show any weakness, especially with someone he just met. The blond haired teen didn't move to sit next to him, but instead remained towering above him as he sat. If anyone in the world could make a person feel small, it was this girl and her intense, but pretty grey eyes.
"Talk." She ordered. When he didn't say anything Annabeth huffed loudly and turned on her heel. Percy panicked,
"Wait!"
He stood up too quickly, the world around him was spinning. The only thing that was keeping him from keeling over was the sharp pain in his arm reminding him that he was injured. Annabeth turned back to him, concern crossed her features as she rushed back to steady him and help him back onto the love seat. He was grateful that she had come back to help him. She ran her fingers through his hair as if trying to sooth him, but he couldn't tell if she was conscious of her actions or not.
A voice stopped him before he could speak up, "Is everything okay in here Annabeth?"
Percy could see a tall, buff blond dude standing in the entrance to their little hideaway. The guy had short blond hair and piercing blue eyes, he wore a purple shirt with faded gold lettering, on one of his arms he had a tattoo that was in Latin (Percy couldn't make out what it was because the boy quickly turned his arm away), despite the boy's otherwise perfect appearance Percy could see a small scar above his lip. Annabeth didn't turn around as she spoke,
"Can you bring some ambrosia and maybe some juice or something sweet for him Jason?"
Jason gave a quick 'yeah' and headed off without another word. Percy wondered if this Jason guy and Annabeth were dating. He quickly shooed thoughts like that out of his mind. It was none of his business, right? Why should he care? He just met the girl after all.
Annabeth sat next to him on the loveseat, "Now tell me, without getting worked up, what you want to know."
"Are you like me?" He asked. "A Half-blood?"
"Yeah." She nodded. "All of the kids here are. We all have godly blood of some kind."
'Of some kind?' He wondered. Was she saying that not everyone here had an equal amount of godly blood in them? Percy tried to wrap his mind around it. He must have missed seeing the really godly kids. Annabeth wasn't making sense, but the soothing tone she used didn't seem make him want to stop her.
"Some of the kids, the people here are what the Romans refer to as 'Legacies'." Annabeth continued. "Children of the god's children."
"Wait, I thought everyone here was Greek. Greek gods, Greek palace, Greek." Percy pointed out rather childishly.
"We thought so too." Annabeth admitted. "It's just somethings happened and both camps were thrown together. The bad guys got strong and took away our homes. We all decided to take refuge here in Olympus, sometimes cultural differences cause us to fight, but we largely get along."
"What god is your parent?" Percy asked.
Annabeth looked at him with a sharp eye. "My mom is a goddess, a woman. Not all of the children here have a mortal mother."
"Then who's your mom." He persisted innocently.
"Athena." the girl's grey eyes gleamed with pride. "Goddess of wisdom and battle strategy."
Percy smirked, "Naturally."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing. I figured you were very smart." He admitted.
"Anything else you want to know?" Annabeth asked, her face was slightly red from blushing.
Percy looked at the people who obliviously walked passed them. He wanted to see Poseidon and demand to know why he hadn't protected him and his mom from Gabe. Did Percy and his mom mean that little to him? Percy didn't know if he'd even get to see his father. Do the gods even belittle themselves enough to meet their children?
"I know I might be sounding like a little kid on a Safari trip," Percy began as he looked at his knees, realizing he was still in the clothes he had been wearing the day he arrived at the Empire State building. "but do we ever get to see them, our parents?"
"They are out taking care of their domains, but they should be back in a few days." Annabeth looked to the distance, "It wasn't like this before, our parents visit us regularly now, but before Kronos and his men took over we Greek demigods lived at one camp and the Romans at another. We had nearly no contact with the gods, our only one was the oracle, but she hadn't spoken a prophecy since-... Well anyway, after losing our camp, Camp Half-Blood and the Romans losing Camp Jupiter, the gods took us in to protect us from Kronos."
"Just like that?"
"No." Annabeth shook her head. "It took a lot of begging and pleading on a lot of the gods and goddesses with children, and even some mortal parents, parts to get Zeus to agree. He is stubborn, even if his Roman son was one of the many in danger."
"His Roman son?" Percy inquired.
"You just met him, Jason." the daughter of Athena pointed out. "One of the only living demigods of the big three. Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades."
Percy felt his heart stop when she said his father's name. He was one of the big three's children, Percy didn't really know the significance of it, but he was sure it was a great power. Part of him felt bad that he would be taking the spot light from Jason once his true identity was discovered. Percy wanted to ask her more about Poseidon, he only knew so much from those brief stories his mom always told him. Throughout his childhood Percy grew up believing his father was a great man.
He had been positive that he'd seen his father, at least once, a brief, loving smile.
The memory made Percy's anger towards the sea god waver. It was kind of hard to blame a man he had grown up believing to be so good, for everything in his life that had gone bad. Percy didn't want to ask her about his dad, he wanted to meet Poseidon in person, ask him so many different things, but for now he was unable.
"Camp Half-Blood. What was it like?" Percy drew on. He looked at Annabeth as her face became wistful, almost as if she were bathing in the light of the suns rays.
"It was beautiful." She began. "The safest place for people like you and me. There were training arenas, tennis and basketball courts, a beach (Percy felt himself sit up at the thought of a beach), a forest where we could train, and every Friday we'd play Capture the Flag. I wish you could have seen it."
"It sounds cool." He agreed.
"Hey Annabeth I got what you wanted." The Jason guy called as he walked into the room with a amber colored square and a glass of orange juice. He handed it to her. "Here."
Annabeth took it. "Thank you, Jason."
Jason glanced at Percy smiled and then walked out of the room. He seemed like a nice guy. Percy was about to say something to Annabeth, but she just shoved the sweet square into his mouth. A burst of warm energy flooded into his body, he could taste how sweet the candy like object was. It could easily be the most addictive substance in the world.
"This is Ambrosia, the food of the gods." Annabeth told him as he chewed on it. " We can eat only so much before we burn up, but it helps us to heal. Do you like it?"
Percy nodded as she handed him the orange juice. He slurped it down quickly and soon after he began to feel sleepy. Annabeth must have noticed it as well.
"We should get you back the room." She said as she reached out for him. "You look tired."
Percy grabbed her hand and stood with her. A blush grew onto his cheek, "Actually, I really have to go to the bathroom."
"Of course you do." She laughed and led him out of the room.
I hope you liked it! I'll try to put some more intensity into it as soon as possible. I tried to Lighten the mood a little bit, and you are seeing more of a Percy/Annabeth friendship or Percabeth moment whatever you decide, but I promise, Percabeth will come in later!