Chapter 6 All Hail Percy, Daughter Of Poseidon!
P.O.V Percy
I took the small square ambrosia from my ragggdy- I mean The Doctor and chewed on it carefully. Looking down at my battered arm I remembered one small detail. There were two mortals standing right behind me. Might I add, two clear sighted mortals.
Slowly turning around from my position in front of The Doctor, Amy and Rorry were looking at me in shock. Rorry having a face full of disbelief stammered, "But- uh- Doctor what just happened now, I mean she just…healed right in front of our eyes." Then turning to my direction asked," Are you like some alien or something?" I was quiet amused by his question and answered.
"No, I am not a so called 'alien'. I was born in New York by my mortal mother." Rorry looked as confused as ever at my wording.
"Oi!" cried that Doctor happily, "You're asking all the wrong questions. No, the right question for this topic is… who are her parents?" I looked at his with fear in my eyes almost begging him to stop talking about it before another mortal finds out and I get in trouble with Zeus. Zeus and I are just barely getting along as it is. If he finds out that two more mortals know about the truth by my hand , I could be royally screwed. Taking the hint, thankfully he skipped over to his control panels and flipped random buttons there and pulling levers here. The Doctor's head turned to me so fast that I thought for a moment that he got whiplash, but all he did was yell, "GERONIMO!" The TARDIS started shaking and the only thing that stopped me from falling flat on my face was a stairway bar that was convently put there. When every thing became still and quiet I slowly got up to my feet and groaned ," What in Hades underpants was that?!"
The Doctor, somehow hearing this scolded me for my language. Sighing in defeat I calmly walked over to the doors and opened it. I saw around twenty or so men dressed in ancient Greek amour, not unlike the armor back at camp. A man with wavy short black hair,who seemed to be the leader of the group spoke Greek to me, in which I answered back with ,"We are not a threat."
The 'leader' of the group walked up and told me in a rough voice," My name, fair maiden is Perseus, son of Zeus. It would be a privilege to know the name of such a beautiful lady such as yourself."
I looked at him in wonder. We traveled back in time. To the original Perseus!
Clearing my throat I managed to say in a clear leader like voice," I am Percy Jackson daughter of Poseidon." Of course, I didn't say my full fist name in fear that he would think of it as mocking him. His blue eyes looking just like Thalia's, widening in surprise with this new information. Lowering his sword tip to the ground and all the while muttering with excitement he croaked, "A hail Percy daughter of Poseidon!" All of his men kneeled down to show respect to me. The Doctor walked right beside me and quipped, "Did I miss something?"
"No, not at all." I grunted.
A/N: I am so sorry for not updating in a while.
