Hello my dudes! I am truly sorry if Percy's POV makes you tired. I wrote it at 12 am on a week day, and edited at 2 am on a Thursday night, so it was probably my thought processes at that point...and right now...*yawn* But I thought my amazing readers should have this chapter by Friday. Also, if Irida's idiolect(I think that's what it's called—in layman's terms, her speech patterns) seems choppy, that's kinda what I was going for. Kudos to my friends in elementary school(of whom I corrected constantly) for the inspiration. Oh, alright and she also might be inspired by Ziva(extra kudos if know her[she's a tv character]) as well. Ooh, expect some failed idioms in the sequel!
Where was I going with this?
I dunno. Hmph.
But also, I would really love a review—just one!—telling me either if my story sucks and why or if it's good and why. I'll even welcome flames and/or roasts at this point! It's the ninth chapter, friends!
Enjoy(or absolutely loathe it, idk) this chapter!
—Alex
(Percy's POV)
I was tired. Sooo tired. Why couldn't Will leave me be? And stop that horrible shouting. I just needed to nap. But why? The little sane part of my brain asked, alarm bells ringing in my subconscious like a far-off train. Demigod dreams seemed like a thing of the past. I might as well sleep…
(Malcolm's POV)
I quickly slipped through the Poseidon cabin's door, checking to make sure no one on the outside saw me go in. I looked around, and saw Will and Irida on the bed, petting Percy and Annabeth while talking. Will was the first to notice me, as he was facing the door.
"Hey, Malcolm!" He called softly, but it wasn't enough. The sleeping Percy on his lap flinched and shot up like a rocket. Will immediately brought the furry creature up to his chest to calm him.
I sat down next to him. "Hey, Will." I whispered. "You feeling better?"
He smiled. "Yeah, I'm good, thanks. Sorry, I just forgot my friends were in my bag during the meeting and I panicked. And Leo insulted my friend." He whispered back. Suddenly, his face twisted in concern. "Is Leo okay, though?"
"He's fine. He had his friends there." Suddenly, Irida's face squeezed into the space between our heads and shoulders.
She looked at Will. "What am I, chopped liver?" She whispered to him sarcastically.
"Sorry, Irida," he muttered.
"Now that that is settled," she whispered, "what is the quest going to look like?"
"When I was there," Will said, "all we decided was that we were gonna retrace Percy and Annabeth's Golden Fleece quest through the Sea of Monsters. No new development there. But—"
"Hello!" Irida interrupted. "I was not here over three years ago. What is this Golden Carpet quest?"
"Fleece." Will and I said in unison.
"It's the thing that keeps this camp alive." I said. "You know, the one on Thalia's Tree that Peleus guards." Her eyes widened.
"That was their quest?" She asked under her breath. Will nodded while I shook my head.
"Well, technically, it was Clarisse's quest that they kinda jumped in on." I added, and Will almost shrugged, then remembered the guinea pig on his shoulder.
"So anyway," I said, "they went to Luke's old boat, almost died, again, then Virginia, and then they hitched a ride with Clarisse, when the ship blew up next to Scylla and Charybdis, and then they got blown to C.C's Spa and Resort." I paused to let it sink in. Yeah, no, it was for dramatic effect. "C.C. Also known as Circe, the immortal sorceress of magic." Will sucked in a breath. He didn't realize it till now, I guess. "Most likely the very same sorceress that cursed our friends."
"I still do not know what is going on!" Irida hissed in our ears. I sighed. She really needs to work on her monster knowledge. I thought.
"At the 'spa'," I began, "they were pampered and stuff. Annabeth got the full beauty treatment and tour, while Percy…" I trailed off. Percy had told Annabeth what happened, and Annabeth told me, but that wasn't a part of his quest he was really that proud of.
"Hey, Malcolm!" Will whisper-shouted at me, which wasn't really necessary. "Earth to Malcolm!" He waved his free hand in my face.
I cleared my throat. "Sorry." I muttered. Irida waved her hand to continue. I decided to omit that one part. "Percy, he got charmspeaked into drinking this potion by Circe. It turned him into a guinea pig, along with the other guys who had the bad luck of landing there."
Irida looked from me to Percy to Annabeth, and their sleeping forms on her and Will's shoulders. "But, not Annabeth?"
"No." I said. "Circe tried to hire her, and when she tried to protect Percy, Circe tried to turn her into a shrew or something. She countered it some of Hermes' Multivitamins, which she also used to turn Percy, and, consequently, Blackbeard and his pirates."
"That is great!" She said a bit too loudly. "Why have we not already tried those?" She asked quizzically.
Will looked down at the ground. "I—I tried. I had some in my satchel, but they didn't work." He focused on scratching Percy's ears. "I-I think Circe did something different this time, something more—" he stopped to make sure his friends wouldn't hear. "Permanent." He mouthed.
"But the prophecy said we have until the next full moon!" Irida whispered urgently, mirroring my thoughts.
"That's tomorrow, Irida." I said gently.
"Oh." She said quietly.
Will still looked unsettled, but he dropped it. "That's enough 'bout that. When do we leave?"
"After lunch." I decided. Then I checked my watch. "So, in about an hour. Go pack your stuff." I looked around at the mess in here. "And I'll clean up 'round here."
It took almost the entire time to clean up Percy's cabin. Then I went back to my cabin and packed my questing bag. Louis and the others walked in right before I finished cleaning up Annabeth's bunk.
"Hey, Malcolm," He called. "Where'd you go? We were looking for you at the camp activities."
I looked up at the sound of his voice. "Oh, sorry." I said. "Got a little caught up here." My voice was a little hoarse, I hadn't used it for over half an hour. I cleared my throat.
Louis must've sensed something off. "May I?" He asked the cabin.
Our siblings vacated the cabin. Louis sat next to me. "I thought you advised us not to touch Annabeth's stuff?" He joked. I said nothing. "What's up, Malcolm?" He asked.
"It's Annabeth," I said finally.
"Annabeth?" He repeated, suddenly alarmed. "Is she alright?"
Not exactly…I thought. "I don't know. Chiron's gonna make an announcement at lunch."
"Did something happen?" Louis asked, his eyes still as wide as our mother's sacred animal.
"She…" I forced it out. "She was kidnapped."
"Annabeth? Kidnapped? You mean Annabeth, one of the heroes of Olympus? Who would—or could—kidnap her?"
"I don't know, Louis. But there's a lot of people—monsters and humanoids alike—that'd just love to kidnap any of us. The more experienced a camper, the more enemies you've got."
"Oh gods, Malcolm, I'm sorry. That's your sister we're talking about." I smiled inwardly. A day and a half at camp, and he already talks like a camper.
"She's your sister, too, man." I gently reminded him. "But, Louis," I said.
"Yeah, Malcolm?"
"I'm leading a quest to find them. Me, Will, and Irida. Take care of our siblings for me while I'm gone."
"I will, Malcolm." He looked like he wanted to say something else, but just then, a conch horn blew across the camp.
1,122. This kinda seems like the average word count for my story. I think I'll try to work on it for the sequel—if I write that. I seem to have immense trouble with schedules...or staying on topic...or athletics...
Okay, and I admit, maybe Irida's more influenced by the TV character I was talking about earlier. For you interested parties: She's from the show NCIS, season three onwards, I believe. And yes, I am a huge crime show nerd.
Also, for those who like the disclaimers(though I don't know why you would): I do not own the Riordanverse! Or the Ranger's Apprentice quote from the first chapter(kudos if you found it[or even know the series])! Or the NCIS character Ziva! I only own Louis, Irida, the SS Rainbow, and the plot(if I'm lucky)! If I owned anything you recognized, the I wouldn't be writing bad fanfics about it! I would try to make money off of it...
Honestly, does anyone even like this story? I've gotten nothing about this story(besides the follow+favorite from dbf09[might've spelt that wrong. Sorry!]). This is not me saying I'm discontinuing the story, it's already written, and I write this for the fans of PJO.
I need to stop ranting now.
Please, keep reading and review!
—Alex
Next time on Circe's Revenge:
"Oh alright, leave me up here, alone, on our way to the Bermuda Triangle!" She called after us. "¡Muy brillante!"