Magical, Egotistical step mother
Disclaimer: Percy Jackson belongs to Rick Riordain.
Sometimes I just sit and wonder how the gods are able to get a mortal to fall in love with them, and then just leave them as if nothing ever happened. Of course, it's exactly what Zeus wanted. He knew eventually a child would be born. A child who has a grudge against the Olympians. A child who could overthrow his enemies, and be killed off easily. Luke. Luke hated the gods who manipulated him. He hated them because they manipulated him, and they manipulated him so that he would hate them. It's a vicious circle. One that took years to perfect. Back to my life!
"Uh, Percy, I don't think that was a good idea." said Annabeth. Her eyes were silently pleading with me. I found myself lost within them, still not bothering to try and figure out what she was saying.
"Who's at the door mom?" asked a small girl. Maybe eight or seven. She looked like Annabeth, but lacked her goddess like beauty. Or my god like looks.
"Your sister's friend Percy." said Mrs. Annabeth's step mom coldly. "They were just leaving." She assumes too much. But I can't afford to be rude. I only have five bucks on me.
Annabeth looked at me. "Percy, do we have to go to camp early?" she asked.
"Yeah." I said. "Alex said something about attacks and the war causing all kinds of trouble, and we have to go stop it." I said.
"How are we going to get to camp?" asked Annabeth. Oh crap. My plan was flawed. I didn't have any excess train tickets. This was going to be awkward.
"Uh, Alex didn't say he just- Yes. Unfortunately I was cut off at that point. Cause see, Alex, crash landed on their lawn, his entire body coated in flames. Hell. That ruined the garden, the pool, the footpath, the car, the driveway, the road the car was standing on, all the paintings that were hanging behind Annabeth's family, all the windows, the window frames and the houses foundations. Man. I hate to think what that does to the resale value.
"Sorry, I'm late." said Alex. "I got sidetracked." Whoa! Annabeth's small family sure wasn't use to powerful deities crashing on to their front lawn. He looked around at the destruction he had caused. Man, this was age of mythology all over again. "I hope the insurance guys pay up."
"Who are you?" demanded Annabeth's evil step mom. You could tell she was evil because she didn't even greet Prometheus. He crashed out of the air on fire, but do they ask him if he's okay? No, they just assume too much again.
"I'm Prometheus Mrs. Chase." said Alex. "Supreme lord of fire and civilization. Also the most creative titan ever. You may bow to me now." The just stood stock still. Didn't even crane their heads. The bastards. Wait! Alex discovered Annabeth's step mom's surname. It was also Annabeth's surname! What the hell was going on here?
"You're wait." said Mr. Chase. "I thought you were chained to a rock while an eagle eats your liver." Oh, that's gotta sting. Mythology is still a prime interest in Mr. Chase's house. It would seem from Mrs. Chase evil glare that she does not approve of this. It would also seem that I'm becoming a narrator instead of these being my personal thoughts.
"I used to be." said Alex. "But Zeus's powers started weakening so I was able to be freed." It's times like these when you wonder how they are taking this so calmly. Sure, I was used to Alex, but normal people? Okay. Me and Alex haven't met any normal people yet but if we did I sure as hell won't know how he will react.
Mrs. Chase also known as Annabeth's evil step mom, glared at her husband, also known as Annabeth's father. Man, I would not want to be him when we leave. Annabeth looked up at them. "Uh, Mom and dad, do you mind if we leave?" she asked.
"Of course not." said Mrs. Chase, smiling for the first time since we arrived.
"Time to go then." said Alex. He put me and Annabeth on his shoulders. I might say that at the moment he was around 6 foot seven. He started flying upwards. Or levitating. Or falling upwards.
"Mommy, he's flying!" screamed Annabeth's half sister.
"Didn't your sister tell you?" asked Alex. "I can do anything!" He snapped his fingers. All the afore mentioned damaged things repaired themselves. Except the car. "Sorry about that. But I don't do cars. Or paintings. Or windows" he suddenly yelled. And off we flew into the night sky, unaware that it was still five o'clock in the afternoon.
"Alex, uh what was the reason for your, uh landing?" asked Annabeth.
"Oh that." said Alex. "Zeus was trying to electrocute me. I kinda lost control. He's been shooting lightning at me and Hades whenever we leave camp half blood for the past four months. Why do you think we were stuck playing trivial pursuit?" Me and Annabeth exchanged glances. She got my peculiar one and I got her worried glance.
"Uh, Alex, does that mean that Zeus is going to start blasting us with thunder anytime now?" I asked. I like a good shock, but not in that way.
"Relax Percy" said Alex. "You're his meal ticket. He won't risk blasting you to Tartuarus." Great. Now I'm a figure of speech. "Zeus wants to use you to overthrow the gods. And for that, he needs a happy, skipping but most importantly, alive Percy Jackson." Well, that explains things. Alex suddenly picked up the pace, and an hour later, we arrived at camp half blood. "Meet me at the dining pantheon after dinner." said Alex, and put down.
"What's going on Percy? asked Annabeth. Good question. Unfortunately, I plan to respond with my classic answer.
"No idea." I said. "But I have a question. How is the camp safe now that gods are attacking it?" Annabeth looked worried.
"All campers report to the dining pantheon." came a voice over the speakers. "It's dinner time." We left, dutifully, for dinner. Man, I was hungry by now.
"Hi Percy. Hi Annabeth." said Thalia, who was waiting for me at my table. Annabeth went and sat with the Athena campers.
"Greetings children of the gods!" said Mr.D, spreading his arms wide above the pantheon. "You may ask yourself why camp starts early this year. Well, the attacks on half bloods have increased so much that we decided you should move here for your own safety. I know we will all miss the Stoll twins from the Hermes cabin. I also know none of us will miss Stacy Hendricksons from the Aphrodite cabin, because she is, I mean was, a bitch. Thank you!" Wow. Fractured applause from everywhere except the Aphrodite cabin.
"On a lighter note you may notice that at the moment, the camp is defenseless against the monsters who want to kill you, and you will probably all be killed in your sleep. While this may make camp more exciting, it can also greatly reduce the attendance. So we need to turn the Ares cabin members into pine trees to create a new, better magical border." Damn Ares cabin. They started complaining instantly. They are completely unsympathetic to anyone but themselves.
"Mr. D, we could die!" said Clarisse. "And we loose a very valuable part of our lives if we're turned into pine trees." Hmm. Guess the Ares cabin isn't famed for their debating skills.
"You don't have to worry about that." said Mr. D. "I've preformed tests and have noticed that there is only a thirty percent chance that you will die." I like those numbers! When can we start?
The Ares cabin continued to complain. "Look." said Mr. D angrily. "Seventy percent is higher than thirty percent. As you can see, you will be perfectly safe." Unfortunately Mr. D's logic fell on deaf ears. "Does anyone except the Ares cabin have any objections?" asked Mr. D. To everyone's great surprise, I raised my hand. "Yes, Paul?" asked Mister D.
"Hypothetically, if they die, who is going to clean up the bodies?" I asked. Really, stable cleaning is bad enough, but I'm not running a morgue zone.
"What part of seventy is higher than thirty didn't you understand?" asked Mr. D. "And besides, the only way a dead body can harm you is if it falls on you.
"Can't we like, get a disease from working with a dead body?" I asked. These are questions that must be asked.
"We will provide those who have to clear away the rotting remains of the Ares cabin with a hose and a shovel. Okay?" asked Mr. D. Suddenly Alex and Hades entered the scene.
"We've been through this." said Hades. "There's only one alternative. We will need multiple quests if we aren't going to turn the Ares cabin to pine trees. But the quests will be tedious, and many of you can die. In fact, the quest idea sounds good too." said Hades, looking at Mr. D. "Not just the Ares guys go down. Get a bit of variation down in Erebus."
"WE NEED A QUEST! WE NEED A QUEST!" chanted the Ares cabin.
"WE DON'T NEED A QUEST! WE DON'T NEED A QUEST!" chanted the Athena cabin.
"SOD YOU THEN! SOD YOU THEN!" chanted the Ares cabin.
"WE WON'T DIGNIFY THAT WITH A RESPONSE! WE WON'T DIGNIFY THAT WITH A RESPONSE!" chanted the Athena cabin.
"Not a quest." said Alex. "Multiple quests. You'll need to acquire four magical items to strengthen the borders. That, along with the golden fleece, will supply enough magic to power a new and improved border."
"How can anything be new and improved?" asked Hades.
"It basically means that it was an old thing that was remade to be better, so it's different, and not the same. Thus its new." said Alex.
"Oh right." said Hades. "Anyway. You will have to find these four artifacts. Your champions will be decided tomorrow. The four items you will have to find are, number one, Ares' sword. Number two, a bushel of apples from the gardens of Hesperides. Number three, the hinge that Poseidon and Apollo put on Troy's gates. And number four. Athena's staff." Wow. Complete silence. I don't think any of was expecting that.
"Whatever. Either way, plenty of you die, but not enough to cause worry. On with the feast!" said Mr. D. We ate, and everyone talked about the upcoming quest. Except for me and Thalia. We continued our Slipknot versus Nirvana debate. And by the way, Nirvana wins! Whoo hoo! Afterwards we approached Alex.
"Hey guys." he said. He looked each of us over. "Now." he said. "You will be one of the teams who will be sent out to get those items. However, I expect you to get all of them."
"What? Why?" asked Annabeth.
"Because." said Alex grimly. "You guys are the only ones who have the slimmest chance of surviving what is to come."
Rewiev Responses! Yay!
A great and terrible beauty: Or did it?
Becky Creighton: The only character who I can confirm will return is Josh. What he thinks is Colonial Australia is actually, well who cares.
Firemasterytjy: I have.
Henry.L.Fishman. We are going to get hoarse if we continue to scream like this! Yay!
Rugbyking007: Unless it falls down.
Bloomingauthor7: Yet. Yet. Just kidding.
Phyco Girl: I think you misspelled Psycho. But that makes sense.
Author Notes: As you may have noted, a plot is slowly unwinding. Alsp, the update time from now on will be random at best. Or worst. You decide. Anyway, as some of you may have noted in the Along comes Mary story, I plan to turn Along comes Mary into a sort of school on how to write Percy Jackson fanfics story. Personally, and if you are in a different state of mind please tell me, I think me and Becky Creighton should be the unwilling teachers. Anywho, the other character I'd like to include are, Henry. L. Fishman, A great and Terrible beauty, Blooming Author Seven and Phsyco Girl plus Firemastertjy. If you don't want to be in the story, just say so and I will leave you out. If you want to be in the story, just tell me and I'll include you. Wow. My notes are long.