Chapter 8

~Time Skip 2 years~

Percy POV

My name is Percy Jackson and I am six years old. My mom is this totally awesome lady named Artemis, and I have a LOT of sisters. My favorites are probably Zoe and Phoebe. I have two Uncles, Hades and Apollo. They are awesome, mom and my sisters have spent the last two years teaching me all about monsters, gods, bows, arrows, stealth, knives and as much history about monsters and the gods and their kids as possible.

Now you're probably thinking, he sounds awfully smart for a 6 year old, but that's because my mom is a no nonsense teacher and REALLY didn't baby me, heck I took down a Colchis Bull at 4. My totally awesome dog Ms. O'Leary is now a one ton adolescent hell hound. And can I say, SHE EATS EVERYTHING. Anyways, on to the important stuff.

"I have to do WHAT?!" I yelled. My mom sighed, and Zoe giggled.

"You are going to go on a quest for me." She replied, Apollo was trying not to laugh at my reaction behind her, I glared at him, Hades was just, standing there? Wait- is he?-

"Well?" My mom asked. Oh shit, I wasn't paying attention, Phoebe can tell, she's giggling too, oh man i'm so DEAD.

"Were you LISTENING, PERSEUS?" a deathly aura surrounded her and Apollo and Phoebe stopped giggling, OOOH MAN, I AM SO BUSTED.

"Uh- yes ma'am?" I tried. She didn't buy it. I spent the rest of the day sharpening arrows and polishing bows, and knives. Later that night Apollo came to see me, he looked- worried?

"Listen Perce, just- just be careful ok? I mean it's your first quest and I know you took out the Colchis bull and all but, you know- i'm practically a big brother to you- i'm supposed to worry?" He stuttered, a lot. That is so WEIRD.

"Uh- Apollo? Are you, uh- sick?" I ask edging away from him, I did NOT want godly cooties, I remember back when I had a cold when I was living with HER, my real mom. She had made me blue chicken noodle soup and blue hot chocolate. I am not quite sure why we dyed everything blue anymore, but I do remember it was important, which is why I still do it, I want to remember the kind woman my mom was.

Though all I can really remember about her now is her soft blue eyes, and kind smile, I think she had brown hair too, soft like silk. I shake my head and focus back on Apollo, he's pouting... Of course he's pouting.

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I look over the cliff. Man, that is a LONG way down... I am in some mountain range in america. There are a lot of like trees, and ferns, and like, rivers and stuff. Ok so i'm not good at describing my surroundings whatever.

After mom told me my quest and its details (again) I packed up and headed out, its a solo quest meant to challenge me, mostly because I was getting lazy. ANYWAYS, I look around, the Minotaur was said to be spotted around here SOMEWHERE. I wonder if I passed him?

SNAP

Uh oh. Maybe it's a bunny? Or a deer? Yeah, a deer.

SNORT

Maybe not. I slowly turn around. There he is in all his half sweaty man, half smelly bull. I could smell him from my distance of 10 feet. Ugh, gross, he smells like-. He bellows, froth is pouring out of his muzzle, his beady black eyes seem to zero in on me. Well crap.

He charges, I jump to the side, and he narrowly avoids falling off the cliff. Light-bulb. I start waving my arms, trying to draw his attention,

"HEY UGLY!" He turns towards me after gaining his balance,

"YEAH YOU!" He growls, his breath is something I doubt will ever wash out of my clothes.

"YOUR MAMA- uh- EATS LAESTRYGONIAN SHIT!" He screams in outrage, I've got him now. He charges again, I slide under his arms and get him to chase me, around and around we go. I smirk, a few more times and I've got him, he bellows and stumbles a little but continues to chase me our circles getting tighter and tighter until he's basically turning in circles, quickly I draw my sword, pushing him backwards with broad swings, he stumbles, I slice one of his horns off, he bellows in rage, but he can't find his balance.

A little more, bingo, slip, slip, slide, over the edge he goes. I peer over the cliff to make sure, I watch as he sails down a good 50 ft before slamming head first into a rock, bursting into dust. I smile and put away my sword.

I walk over to the horn and pick it up, cool souvenir.

I still have one of the silver horns from a Colchis Bull I slayed when I was little, but you already know about that. Smiling I pocket it, I do that a lot more now, smile. I have my family to thank for that I guess. I really couldn't have done it without them. I'd hate to think where I'd be now if mom hadn't saved me, well I mean I guess the underworld but... Anyways, I turned back the way I came, fully intent on heading home when,

"Baa- what, are y-you doing here?" I stopped dead in my tracks, it was a boy, my age, with a Rasta cap on and baggy pants, he looked like one of those people who were always nervous, he reminded me of myself.

"Hey kid, are you lost?" I ask slowly walking closer, he steps back, I stop. He looks really confused.

"Y-you, you're a- a demigod, aren't you? Are YOU lost?" He asks. I freeze, is he a monster in disguise?, I slowly pull my knives out, hiding them in my sleeves.

"And just what are you?" I ask, no more Mr. Nice Percy. He gulps and steps back,

"I-I'm a satyr! I-I'm supposed to f-find half bloods an-and take them to c-camp, to keep them safe!" I look at him with a face that says, DO YOU THINK I'M THAT STUPID? He looks confused, like, why won't the stupid human believe my stupid story to get him to follow me to my cave so I can eat him? HAH I'm not THAT stupid, no matter what Zoe and Phoebe say. He shakes his head slowly,

"You have a sword and are fighting the Minotaur and you DON'T know about the camp?" He looks flabbergasted. I'm not fallin' for it. NOPE. I start to head home,

"Whatever dude, I know satyrs are supposed to be good guys, but i'm NOT risking it, i'm too far from home to be doing risky shit, it'll take them a while to send a rescue party."

"WAIT!" I stop, and turn around, he looks even more confused, which to be honest, I didn't think was possible.

"You have a home? Like a family? Fighting monsters, without the camp? W-Who are you?" I smile, ah the question that i'll never answer.

"None of your business monster." I say and walk away.

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Back home at last! My feet are super sore, I had slipped and accidentally stomped on some super sharp rocks, and let me tell you, that was NOT pleasant. Walking towards my mom who was talking to Zoe about dinner, from what I could hear, I shifted my bag and grabbed out the horn.

"Hey mom, look what I've got." I say tapping her on the shoulder, she spins around so fast her braid slaps Zoe in the face, she glares at me. My smile grows, how I love messing with my sisters.

"PERCY!" she squeals, yes squeals. She scoops me up and spins me around, plopping me back down, she straightens her coat and fixes her braid, then clears her throat.

"Right, Perseus Jackson, you have completed your quest, well done, your reward is, uh- not having to sharpen arrows or wash laundry for a month." She smiles at me, I can hear Zoe groan, I smile back.

"Nice souvenir." she says knocking shoulders with me, I look down at the horn, I am proud that I can defeat real monsters now. All by myself, I'll never need rescued again... I nod my head,

"I'm gonna go put my stuff away and visit Ms.O'Leary, ok?" She nods and I turn and run off toward my tent. Oh right, I forgot to tell mom about the satyr, I shrug, oh well I'll tell her later.

AN:

I am SOOO SORRY! This took so long to post, I went on a trip this last weekend and couldn't type! Then when I came back it was all go, go, go! But here it is and I am sorry about the time skip, but I couldn't really think about what to type about, and before you message me about IS HE CURED? No, he's not, you have not seen him around grown men yet, which will happen in the next chapter I promise. He does a whole personality flip when they are around even inside his head, he's pretty good around Hades and Apollo but anyone else and he freaks. Also yes he just met Grover, and he didn't freak because he's the same age as him, plus he thought he saw himself in Grover, afraid.