Hey people I don't own Percy Jackson, only Isabelle so here is chapter two.
I slept through most of the journey from Yancy to New York, only waking when Percy and Grover got off the bus. "Are we really going to ditch Grover?" I asked, not really caring. Hey, it was part of the story line, something I shouldn't be screwing with.
"Yes. He's been weird ever since those old ladies at the fruit stand." Percy answered. I rolled my eyes. Ah yes Percy seeing the fates and seeing them end someone's life so easily.
"Well he's worried about you." I said simply. Percy shot me this look that said 'worry didn't turn into weird'.
"You know why he's so worried don't you? You always know." Percy told me with a look as if something had just dawned on him. This however was news to me. Me always knowing. I mean they called me dictionary back home because I knew a lot, but I didn't think the mist would have people on this side think that to. Maybe I was a daughter of Athena. It would certainly explain a lot.
No my dear. Your interests go much deeper than the young Athena as does your mother. A voice said inside my head. This one was very different from the first. It was far from soft and musical in fact it was harsh and crackly.
Eris. I thought angrily. She was the reason I was here. The reason I had to share a room with Nancy Bobofit.
Yes my dear. And do not worry when I deem the time correct and if you so choose I will send you back. For now thought I'd stick close to the young Percy Jackson if I were you. And with that the voice was gone. I demanded to know what she meant by she'd stick close to Percy if she were me, but I received no answer.
"Izzy! Izzy!" Percy shouted as he shook me "awake".
"What?" I asked as I shifted so I was sitting straighter and Percy let go of me.
"I asked you why Grover's so worried and you passed out on me." Percy answered. Great so every time I got a mental phone call from Eris I was going to black out. That was so nice to know.
"It's nothing." I answered not sure if I was trying to convince him my black out was nothing or if Grover's worry was nothing. Neither was true, but Percy didn't have to worry about that just yet. We made it to the apartment where Gabe got money from Percy. Then he rounded on me.
"What about you mutt?" He growled. Me? A mutt? Oh no no no no no no no. I wasn't a dog of any sorts. I was a feline. Fierce as anything out there.
"Come on. You know Izzy's never got any money." Percy stepped in when I didn't say anything. Quickly Percy and I escaped to his room, which based on the extra bed was my room too. I hurried across the room and threw open the window. "Why didn't you say anything Izzy? Around Gabe you always have your claws out." Percy grumbled. It surprised me that Percy used a cat reference.
"Claws out?" I questioned as together Percy and I fixed out room and changed if from Gabe's "study" and back into our room.
"Well you always say your cat like and that's one of the things you say." Percy answered. I grinned. I truly was a cat like person. The two of us continued talking until Percy's mom came home.
Percy told his mom the stuff that had happened, minus the freaky Greek stuff, while the two of us shared the candy she had brought home. Then Gabe just had to open his fat mouth. But still plans to head to the cabin persisted. "You two get packed. We'll be ready to leave shortly." Sally told us. Percy and I nodded and pulled out duffel bags. We'd only be gone for three nights after all.
"Why does she put up with that creep?" Percy growled as he threw stuff into his bag.
"She has her reasons Percy." I answered as I tossed some socks into my duffel. Percy sighed as if he was tired of hearing that, but I couldn't tell him the real reason until after he found out about being a demigod, but by then Chrion, or Grover, I honestly couldn't remember which, would tell him. Something seemed to catch Percy's eye because he bent down and scooped it up. It was a gold necklace in the shape of a full moon with a crescent moon to either side of it facing outwards. The sign of the triple goddess, Artimis, Seline, and Hecate, all supposedly goddesses of the moon. And signs of a girls transformation into womanhood. Atrimis the maiden, Seline the mother, and Hecate the crone.
"What's that?" I asked looking over Percy's shoulder at the item. He turned to me, giving me this look as if I was crazy.
"It's your necklace. It must have fallen off your neck when we were here for Christmas. I guess it got lost." Percy answered. He checked the clasp and grinned. "Looks like it's not broken." He said as eh moved behind me. I held the few strands of hair that could have gotten caught in the clasp out of his way as he placed the necklace around my neck. He clasped it and maneuvered me in front of a mirror. One of the things I hated most on this earth. My red hair was cut short in back with chin length strands in front that framed my fact and made my green eyes pop. Like Nancy Bobofit I had freckles, but mine were dotted across my nose and at random places along my body. The charm of the necklace hung in the middle of my chest contrasting with my black tanktop. The rest of my outfit consisted of jeans, combat boots, and a gray wristband on either wrist. In the mirror I could see Percy grinning from ear to ear. I elbowed him in the stomach.
"Hey." He protested backing up. He was still grinning. "You look mystified." He told me. I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Percy! Izzy! Ready to go?" Sally shouted towards us. Percy and I barely glanced at each other before tearing out of the room, racing one another. Sally's bags were placed by the door. Percy grabbed one, I grabbed the other. We lugged them to the car while Gabe gripped and groaned.
"Anyone else wish his head would implode?" I whispered to Percy as I slammed the trunk close. Percy nodded as if not trusting himself to speak through his anger. He was mad at Gabe, that much was obvious. He made the hand gesture in the Percy Jackson series, the curled fingers over the heart, and then a shove gesture that slammed the screen door, sending Gabe flying. Quickly Percy and I got into the car.
We spent our afternoon cleaning the cabin and our evening on the beach. Fortunately I knew what was to come so I didn't bother falling asleep. I didn't bother changing into pajamas either. As weird as it sounds I watched Percy as he slept. You could see the way his nightmare wore on his conscious casing his face to twist in unexpected pain. Outside the storm raged.
Both Percy and Sally awoke. Within a few moments of that Grover was banging on the door demanding to be let in. Without thinking about it I beat Sally to the door and threw it open. And there stood Grover in all his Styr glory. I was glad he wasn't a faun. I know technically they were the same thing, but satyrs were actually protectors instead of beggars. The four of us hurried to the car. Sally driving, me in shotgun, and Grover and Percy in the back seat.
Sally slammed on the gas making me grip my seat tightly until my knuckles turned white. I knew it was stupid, but I wasn't wearing my seatbelt. It would make it easier to get out later. Grover was telling Percy how he'd been watching him. However Percy seemed more concerned with Grover's species.
"What are you exactly?" He blurted. I was turned in my seat so I could watch the back window, Percy and Grover, and the windshield all at the same time.
"That doesn't matter right now." Grover said.
"It doesn't matter? From the waist down my best friend is a donkey-" I suppressed a laugh as Grover let out an irritated bleat.
"Goat!" He shouted causing me to shake my head. The marvels of the conversations boys could have in a life or death situation. Then again Percy didn't realize this was life or death. He would.
"You just said it didn't matter." Percy pointed out causing a laugh to escape my lips. Thank the gods no one noticed.
"There are satyrs who would trample you under hoof for such an insult." Grover cried. I tuned the boys out as Sally continued to race the minotaur to Camp Half-Blood. Several times when she would violently swerve she nearly threw me from the car. A blinding flash of light that knocked us off the road, lightening. Both Zeus and Hades apparently agreed on one thing. Percy wasn't supposed to make it to Camp Half-Blood.
"Percy! Izzy!" Sally shouted trying to make sure we were alright.
"I'm ok." Percy muttered as I threw open the passenger side door and climbed out waiting for Percy, Grover, and Sally. For some reason just sitting in the car while it was like that churned my stomach. Maybe it was because I'd seen my life flash before my eyes for the first time and I knew it wouldn't be the last.
We made it to Half-Blood hill. This was where we'd take out stand against the bull man. He quickly got rid of Sally making my heart pound wildly in my chest and the feeling of loss hit me heard even though I knew she wasn't really gone. And then something that wasn't cannon happened. The minotaur rounded on me. Oh gods. What could I do? I didn't know what goddess was my mom so I didn't know what my powers might be and I had no battle experience. I threw my arms out, for reason unknown, wasn't like it was going to do much. Sharp noises filled my ears as bright lights popped and sparkled, following the movement of my hands. Magic firecrackers? With an angry bellow the minotaur reached through the fireworks and grabbed me. The last thing I remembered before passing out was hitting Thalia's tree. Sorry Thalia, thought in my defense I was thrown by a rabid bull.