MASTER OF TIME

Installment One: Percy Jackson and
the Olympians, The Lightning Thief

by wildtrance

Disclaimer: All rights belong to J.K.
Rowling and Rick Riordan, voiding that of original content and characters.

Chapter 6: Don't make the British boy mad

Somewhere on Long Island

I knew that voice. That was Harry and he was pissed. Turning to Grover I asked, "What did they do to Harry?"

Grover nervously bleated - now that I think about him being part goat made a lot of sense, "We just put him in a room! We locked the door so he couldn't run off or get into anything he shouldn't."

I groaned and shook my head, "Locking him in anywhere is a bad idea!"

"Why?"

"Not entirely sure," I shrugged my shoulders. "He never explained anything about his past."

"Where is my wand?!" Harry hissed at whoever was on the other side of the door.

"How did you get out?!" the other voice asked again. Either he was slow or really confused. I'm inclined to believe he was both.

"Wait," I realized Harry had said something odd, "what does Harry mean by 'demigods'?"

"Remember how we talked about how the myths are really?"

"Very vaguely," Hey, we had been running for our lives at the time and I'm pretty sure I had a concussion! I'm allowed to not remember everything in perfect clarity!

"Well…" before Grover could finish, a "large" - coughfatcough - man in a tiger print Hawaiian short crashed through the door.

"Mr. D!" Grover cried, stunned that this "Mr. D" had been, apparently, thrown through the door. I didn't understand why Grover was so shocked. I mean, after seeing Harry fight the Minotaur I wasn't shock he could throw a man thrice - yes, I know an unusual word. I read… sometimes- his size through a door.

"Harry! Please calm down!" another voice tried to placate the enraged British boy. The voice was familiar but I couldn't place it.

"Oh stuff it! You old show pony, go back to your stable." Harry retaliated, still pissed. "Give me back my wand, or become a gelding! Maybe I should ship your pathetic hide off to Europe where they eat horses." I peeked out the broken door. Harry was standing there, eyes narrowed dangerously, glaring at "Mr. Brunner!"

"Ah. Percy! How are you?" Mr. Brunner asked. He seemed glad for the distraction.

"Very confused. What's going on?! Why are you here? Who was that guy Harry threw? What…"

Harry interrupted, "He works here. The guy I threw? An overconfident, fat drunk." Grover and Mr. Brunner paled at Harry's description of the man.

Grover bleated, "Harry… Y..you shouldn't call him that!" Harry scoffed obviously unimpressed with the man.

"Why should I show him," he threw a disgusted glance at the man, "any respect? Neither he nor almost any of his family has any self-control. It's not like he can do anything to me."

Before Grover or Mr. Brunner could respond, I interrupted, "WHAT is going on?! I get attacked by a Mino…"

"Don't throw names around so carelessly!" Harry snapped.

"Why? No is explaining anything to me!"

Sighing Harry set his hand on my shoulder, "I know you're confused and probably a bit scared but everything will make sense in a bit." He turned back to Mr. Brunner, "Now give me my wand or, I swear to Circe, I will tear this place and you apart." Let it be known even though Harry is short, he can still be very menacing.

Mr. Brunner sighed in defeat and rolled his wheelchair to a cabinet. It was then I realized we were in a kitchen. It looked sort of like one of the farmhouse kitchens from a magazine mothers read; nothing out of the ordinary except for a fire extinguisher. Mr. Brunner opened the cabinet and then unlocked a small safe. The safe was weird - I mean who makes a safe out of anything but steel. This one appeared to be made out of something else… bronze maybe; but what was the black stuff that made up the hinges and lock? Mr. Brunner opened the safe and pulled out a… stick. Yeah I know Harry had been demanding a wand – why? I think it was a weapon, I mean he used it on the Minotaur- I just thought it would be more impressive than just a stick of wood. He handed it over to Harry.

"Thank you very much for returning my property! Now if you will excuse me, I'm going to explain things to Percy – WITHOUT the propaganda put in by the gods." Harry glared at Mr. Brunner. "Percy if you would follow me outside…" Mr. Brunner obviously didn't want me to listen to harry if I read his expression correctly, but hey from the little of history class that I remember "propaganda" is a bad thing so I'm inclined to listen to Harry. We walked outside and there was stuff to stare at everywhere! There was a rock wall that had boulders crashing down it; a satyr - that's what Grover said they were, right?- playing his pipes making bugs march right out of the strawberry patch; some blond teens playing basketball and making every shot no matter where they were on the court; and so so much more. Harry led me over to a deserted spot by the forest. He raised his wand and did a lot of complicated movements and muttered some words under his breath. The only one I caught was "Muffliato".

Harry faces me states, "Your father is alive."

I stared at him. "My… Father is … Alive?!"

"Yes."

"But-"

"-why didn't he ever visit you or help your mother? Simple. He can't."

"What do you mean 'he can't'?" I growl out.

"Well, remember how we have been saying that the Greek mythology is real?"

"Yeah?" I was really confused at point.

"Your dad is a god. The ancient laws that govern deities to stop them. These are the laws that stop the from throwing the balance of the world to shit." All of this was said with a blank face.

"So my dad is a Greek god." I was struggling to understand how a nobody like me had a freakin god! for a father. My mother getting one as her boyfriend - that I could completely understand; my mother is amazing.

"Yep!" Harry popped the "p" and gave a small grin. "Now that you get that I'll get into the bad stuff." Harry went on to explain monsters and that most wish to eat me, that I would get powers from my sire, and most importantly "and congratulations you are now a pawn!"

AN: I'm sorry for not posting this sooner! I live in north Texas and weather has been extremely crappy, thunderstorms like every other day. my dog is terrified of storms so i have to handle him... and today I went to my choir director's wedding! it was adorable. I almost implode from cuteness when they kissed!
So I know I said in my responses to reviews I would hopefully be updating today... Yeah, that's not going to be happening. MY life became hectic (driving school and choir - I'm going o Australia, New Zealand, and Fiji in July so lots of rehearsal and luggage and wardrobe issues to deal with) and my muse hid in a closet and decided to give me fucked up dreams instead of the next chapter. Seriously, I have semi- lucid dreaming and IT's full of weird shit- like let's make a movie out pf this shit for people to watch and put it in the fantasy and sci-fi genres. they are utterly bizarre. So I have recaptured my muse and I'm making her write the next chapter. It will be posted by Thursday... OR I will die trying!