Author's Note: I do not own Percy Jackson, and I am not Rick Riordan. Just borrowing the characters for a story I am writing :3 This story takes place in the first book, The Lightning Thief, while Percy was still doing his quest. Sorry for whisking him away, but hey, it's a fanfiction xD
Here's Chapter 2! Enjoy :D
Chapter 2
She rolled her eyes at me, and crossed her arms. "You can assume that. Come on, make your decision, punk. I am losing my patience, my cabin needs me, just so you know," her tone sounding more like Clarisse by the minute. Well, there is a family resemblance there anyway, seeing that they are both children of Ares. I nearly laughed when I thought of the resemblance. She hissed, her expression turning sinister. Seems like there's a feisty kid right here, I thought. I had to agree, or else I would find myself being hurtled at 100 miles per hour, or even luckier, chopped into tiny pieces with her weapon. She finally smiled when I said yes. Looks like Zia was only happy and in a good mood when things go her way.
She immediately grabbed me by the arm, and I would like to comment on how hard her grip was. It felt like my arm was caught in a vice, a very strong one at that. I flinched of the thought that my arm was going to break. She rummaged around her gear, and finally found what she was looking for. It was gold, and had a really amazing design on it, hmm, looked like a mouse to me, or was that a phoenix? Before I could even look at it properly, I was sucked into a vortex. I felt like I was attracted to a huge magnet, minus the painful part where the object slammed hard into the magnet. It felt like eternity in the vortex, and I shuddered, thinking that the device might have cropped up, and that Zia and I are going to be particles in this vortex forever.
After what felt like aeons, we finally tumbled out of the time vortex. I found myself in a desert, with the blistering hot sun glaring down at us. Zia stood up and stalked over to my side. Sand dunes surrounded us, and warm breezes passed by, bringing the dust along with it. I choked the first time as I had inhaled the dust. Zia groaned and surveyed our surroundings.
"Percy, I think we are in the wrong-," before she could finish her sentence, battle cries resounded and shook the whole desert. Drums thumped, bringing up the tension and bravery. (AN: Okay bravery sounds wrong. I can't remember the word for it..) I squinted, trying to find the source. Zia grinned. "Looks like the time device didn't let me down. Welcome, Percy, to my era. Now, we must quickly run to our comrades' aid. Quick!" She started running towards her right, towards the sand dunes. I followed after her, trying my best not to sink into the sand. What the hell are they doing, fighting in a desert? Where is America? Oh, I thought. I am so stupid. Gods always exist where the Western flame burns the brightest, seems like it is in the desert now. But how do these people access Mount Olympus? Not like there's any Empire State Building or lifts to the six hundredth floor. (AN: Please just take it that Percy knows how to get to Mount Olympus)
Zia was fast, I had to admit. I panted as I trudged up the hill of sand, trying to keep my pace fast. I finally stumbled, tripping over my own two legs. I rolled down the sand dune for the next half of the journey downhill. This time, I was faster than Zia. I got up hastily, trying to dust off the sand that got stuck on my hoodie. Zia finally caught up, her eyes now lit with excitement. Ready for some blood to spill I suppose. "Let's go, Seaweed Brain!" I sighed, and begin to jog after her. She raised her blade the instant a bull monster appeared. Its beady red eyes glowered at us, and it began pounding the ground, preparing to kill us with a powerful charge. Zia dodged roll sideways, to get out of harm's way. I threw myself out of the monster's path, landing on my face. Just great, Percy Jackson, you accomplished and earned the title of the most awkward and embarrassing person on earth, by making yourself look stupid, I thought while I spat the sand out of my mouth.
With a similar battle cry in Greek, Zia charged the bull with her sword. She sliced and lashed at the bull's hide. With a mighty groan, the bull disintegrates into golden dust, the particles scattered by a sudden gust of wind. "Nice work," I said, raising my eyebrows. She just rolled her eyes again and started running towards a huge mixed group of demigods and monsters in the far off distance. I uncapped Riptide, the blade now glowing under the sunlight, throwing the color bronze everywhere. Too bad I don't have a shield. But Riptide is my best companion. I shrugged, and ran after Zia.