The True Story of Icarus

by BadgerQueen65

Everyone knows the story of Icarus, the son of Daedalus, the boy who flew too close to the sun. But the truth is, he didn't really die when he fell into the ocean. For centuries, he's been kept alive and prisoner by a sea witch, a mermaid gone bad. But now he's free. After learning all that Camp Half-Blood can offer, Percy, the one who saved him, takes him to Camp Jupiter.

3. Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or the Heroes of Olympus.

Chapter two:

Reyna's POV
I woke up to a hand on my shoulder, shaking me awake. I sat up quickly, the knife from under my pillow already in hand and held to the intruders throat. I pulled back as soon as I saw who it was, flopping back onto my bed with a groan.

"What do you want, Piper?" I moaned, burying my head in my pillow. My knife had fallen from my hand and onto the ground.

Piper chuckled, "It's Tuesday, Reyna."

I shrugged sleepily, "And?"

"Percy's on his way here with the guy he won't tell us anything about. The one that he's been training? Remember?" I could tell by the sound of her voice that she was smirking and crossing her arms, "You have to be there to meet them at the doors. It's part of your job as Praetor to welcome new people."

"Do me a favor? Take my job until I wake up." I roll over, shoving my head under the pillow.

"Sorry Reyna, no can do. You have to get up." Then she did the unspeakable. She got up onto my bed and began to jump. I flew off the bed with a shriek.

"Piper! You know I hate that!" I huffed, crossing my arms.

She jumped off the bed, "Yes, but now you're awake and out of bed. My job here is complete." With that, she walked out the door, only pausing once to say, "I'll be at the principia with Jason. Hazel and Frank are already at the doors on guard duty."

I sighed, uncrossing my arms as I began to dress. I changed from my baggy shirt and pants and into shorts and a gray tank top with a thin white short sleeved shirt over it. I buckled a belt around my waist, hooking on my imperial gold sword.

I pulled on my thigh sheath for my dagger on the opposite leg my sword hung next to. Next on was my necklace, a leather thread with a small corked vial of never ending ambrosia hung from it. Then I tied a purple bandanna around my wrist as my symbol of Praetor.

After braiding my hair to the side and tying it off, I left my room, not bothering to lock it behind me, and whistled for my dogs. In seconds, Argentum was at my side, his silver hyde glistening. Aurum was right behind him, wagging his golden tail in delight.

I knelt to be eye to eye with the two automatons as I scratched behind their metal ears, "We've got a new camper today, boys. I need you to be on you best behavior and ready to pounce the second he tells a lie. Percy's bringing him in, so don't kill him. Just pin him until I tell you to release. You know the drill." They meant each other's ruby eyes and nod, giving a quick creak in reply. I smiled and stood, making my way to the gates with my two companions on either side.