Yay! I'm not dead!
Now, I bet ya'll are wondering who Danny and Danielle's patron is...
and what's gonna happen at dinner, and...
I've decided...
To switch POV and let ya'll wonder a little while longer.
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-*cough*cough*
In all seriousness, sorry guys for the change in scenery, but I'm not entirely done with the whole 'action/dinner scene' yet.
It's already quite long, even though it's not finished.
So, I thought: Why don't we meet with some other characters?
Hurra! More story!
Also, this beautiful idea popped into my head, and it was determined to be put on paper.
Now gonna respond to comments: That means you may skip
InfernalFox: Umm... What
kitkatkate2008: Thanks! Don't worry, I'm already working on dinner.
Synaps: IKR?! But there's a reason as to why he comes in.
Danny and Kris: *blushes from praise* Thanks, Danny. I guess I just started developing her character over time w/out even noticing it. Thus are the head-cannons that naturally form. I'm constantly trying to update, don't worry! And no, your review isn't bad. Any review is a good review!
Guest: Don't know why I'm laughing, I just am. Maybe it's the irony?
Lia the kitten: Thank you! I will keep those in mind.
Artemis' kid5155: Thank you for your input!
sickly-wicked: I will, don't worry!
Random Person (Guest): *blushes from praise* Thanks. The whole reason I'm writing this is because of originality! And I agree, we definitely need more of it. Even though there are some stories out there with amazing arcs, it seems like most of them just have the same, boring plot-line.
lazy me (Guest): Wow Rose, you really did your research! I can also see that you really understand how I'm trying to develop my story. It's like you're reading my mind! How could you have not created an account yet?!
Guest: Umm...
Disclaimer: *sigh*
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Oh gods, why did he hurt so much?!
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After becoming fully awake from the pain, Percy painstakingly opened his eyes.
And was met with the sight of green swirls.
Well that's just great, Percy thought. After much difficulty, he was finally able to sit up and look around.
Absorbing everything in sight, Percy deducted three things:
(1) He was on a floating island, with no possible way of getting off.
(2) There was no wind. In fact, there seemed to be no air movement at all.
(3) He felt like one of Grover's enchiladas.
Things seemed to be on a beautiful start already.
Suddenly, he heard a groan from behind him, and, ignoring the pain, instinctively jumped around and uncapped Riptide.
Because he moved so fast, it took Percy a moment to recognize the figure lying on the ground.
"Jason?" Percy said to himself in confusion, sheathing Riptide before coming to the side of his friend.
"Percy? That you?" Jason asked, bringing a shaky hand to his head.
"No. It's the pizza delivery guy." Percy joked, despite the situation he and Jason seemed to be in, and offered a hand.
"Good. Can't really tell since the world is still spinning." Jason responded, sitting up and shakily rising to a stand with Percy's help.
"Know how we got here?" Percy asked him once Jason had a look around their puny chunk of rock.
Jason shook his head. "The last thing I remember is heading to Cabin 1 and going to bed, but…" He trailed off, as if trying to remember something.
Percy suddenly felt as if something was tugging at him. What had happened between going to bed and the present that caused them to be on this island?
Then, something in Percy's mind seemed to appear, and it seemed to have just appeared in Jason's mind, as well.
"Well," Jason began, "I suddenly had a vision of a guy covered by a purple cloak telling me, 'Come'."
Percy nodded, having experienced something similar. "I have this strange image in my mind of a weird, purple clock-tower, as well as a voice saying, 'Answers'."
Jason pounded a fist into his hand, as if he had just solved the hardest puzzle on Earth. "That purple-cloaked guy must be telling us to come to that clock-tower if we want answers."
"Yea... Only one problem, Sherlock." Percy commented, pointing at the edge of their tiny rock, "How are we going to get there? We have no idea where to go! And even if by some miracle we did, your dad would shoot me out of the sky!"
"Well, on the problem with Zeus, you're with me, and he probably doesn't want to shoot me down." Jason stated after thinking it over for some time.
"Emphasis on probably," Percy muttered before continuing on normally, "Besides, is it even possible for you to fly in a place that seems to have no air currents for you to control?"
"It doesn't hurt to try, does it?" Jason replied, jumping in the air, and…
Falling flat on his face.
"Actually, yes, it did hurt you when you tried." Percy stated with a smirk on his face.
"Shut up," Jason said, getting up and lightly punching Percy, who was attempting to hide laughter, "I'd like to see you have a go at it Water-boy. How are we gonna get off this island, hmm?"
"Easy. There's an island made of ice about 2 miles from here," Percy answered pointing to his left.
Jason became slack-jawed. "Why didn't you just say that earlier?" He fumed, "Then, I wouldn't have had to make a fool out of myself!"
Percy shrugged, "It was funny seeing you fall on your face."
It looked like Jason was just about to make a comeback, but Percy held up a hand.
"Quiet," he suddenly commanded, "I need complete concentration if we want to get off this island."
Percy immediately felt a familiar tug in his gut, and used it, slowly, to bring the ice through the void to their tiny rock. In minutes, a poof of snowy ice came into their sights and connected like a platform to the island.
"All aboard the floating block of ice!" Percy called to Jason, stepping on the make-shift platform.
"I'm right next to you, ya know. You don't have to yell." Jason mumbled, walking onto the platform anyway.
"I'm driving the ice, so I can do what I want," Percy countered.
"Where are we going then?" Jason asked, guessing already what Percy was going to say.
"Probably to that ice island," Percy suggested, correctly guessed by Jason, "I'm not sure if there are other islands, and I would feel much more comfortable if we were at least trying to get to that clock-tower and figure out what's going on here."
Jason nodded. "Makes sense."
And so they set off for the ice island, not knowing where they were, not knowing how to get home, and not knowing they were heading straight into danger.
I just wanted to warn everyone right now:
Please do not hate me if I don't make (your chosen god/goddess/whatever) Danny and Danielle's patron in the next chapter.
Remember, I'm not a genie. It's impossible for me to grant everyone's wishes.