A Long Lost Relative
Disclaimer: I don't own PJO. But I will gladly accept it when he wants to give it to me and I do own Dementia (pronounced: Demen-T-ia, NOT Demen-CH-ia.).
Chapter 2: The fight.
Percy's POV:
We exited my apartment and got into a cab.
"Long Island Sound, please." Annabeth said.
"Why would you need to go there? There's nothing out there." The driver said.
The driver sounded awfully familiar.
"Do I know you?" I asked him. "You sound really familiar."
"I get that a lot and yes, you do know me." He replied.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Perseus, my name is….."
"How do you know my name?"
"Let me finish!" He said angrily. He took a second to calm down.
"My name is Apollo." The sun god said.
"Lord Apollo! What are you doing here?" Annabeth exclaimed.
"I am here to drive you to camp and to ask Percy something." Apollo said.
"What did you want to ask me?" I asked.
"Did your mother finally tell you the truth?" Apollo asked.
"What, do you mean that I have a sister that is 2 years older than me? If yes than she did tell me." I replied.
"Oh good. I was wondering when she would tell you."
"You KNEW that I have an older sister?" I exclaimed.
"Yes everyone on Olympus does. Well, except for Zeus because he thinks she's dead." Apollo explained.
"Can we get to camp now?" Chiron asked. I realized that we weren't moving.
"Oh. Yes. Lets gets moving."
Annabeth and I laughed at that.
"Finally." Chiron said.
"I thought we were already moving."
"Me too." Annabeth replied with a giggle.
We started to move.
10 minutes later:
When we reached Camp Half-Blood, I saw the dragon that guards the fleece (A/N: Sorry I don't know what his name is.) fighting 3 hellhounds.
We stepped out of the cab, and right when the door closed the cab vanished.
"Whoa. Where did it go?" I asked.
"Where did what go, Percy?" Annabeth asked me.
"Apollo and his cab." I replied.
"Oh. It did vanish. But let's go help the dragon." Annabeth ran up the hill.
I ran after her. I think Chiron got out of his wheel chair and ran after us because I saw him galloping next to me. (I think that's what he does.)
Annabeth took one hellhound and I took another one, while the dragon took the other one. I think Chiron ran inside. Coward I thought.
Annabeth took down her hellhound pretty quickly, while mine was bigger and harder. Why did I have to pick the biggest one? I thought again.
Annabeth ran to help the dragon.
She started to fight the hellhound.
I think I'm going to start to call the hellhound I am fighting, Helli.
I took out Helli in about 5 minutes after Annabeth killed the one she was helping to fight. She offered to help but I said no.
We left the dragon and went into the big house.
"You could have helped us." I said to Chiron.
"I couldn't find my bow and there is someone I want you to meet."
"Who is it? Is it a new camper?" I asked.
"No. It's me, bastard." A new voice said.
Annabeth and I turned around to a girl in a black cloak with the hood on and a boy that looks really familiar.
"Dementia? James?" Annabeth exclaimed.
Sorry for the long wait. I was having trouble with my computer. Well the story is up now and I know that I changed the story but I wanted to make it short and to the point. I hope you liked it. PLEASE R&R.
-Dementia.