Hannah Parks wished she could stay awake for ever.
It was 3am and Hannah was sitting on the kitchen bench with a mug of hot chocolate in her hands, and was willing to stay awake for the remainder of the night. After her screaming fit and her refusal to inform her parents about her dream they eventually took her down stairs to the kitchen and after making her a drink, went back to bed.
That had been over 2 hours ago. She was still sitting in the same spot with the mug in her hands untouched and cold. Hannah had zoned out a long time ago and her eyes were trained onto a crack in the Wall, her mind replaying her dream over and over agin.
To say that she was shaken by the dreams was an understatement to say the least. To be honest she was petrified. The images that were flashing before her became even scarier each time they appeared, yet despite her fears of the dream she was curious. She wanted to know more about what had happened to cause such a battle to erupt, who were those kids and why were they fighting, she wanted to learn more about those creatures. But most importantly she wanted to know why it felt so real.
It wasn't possible for people to feel that kind of emotion in dreams. Sure it could have been a lucid dream, but Hannah was pretty positive that you couldn't feel pain when dreaming, lucid or not.
Not only did she feel the physical pain but she also felt as if all those people were life long friends, and to see them die made her heart feel as if it had been pulled out of her body and ripped apart. That feeling would never happen in dreams, and if it wasn't a dream Hannah wanted to know what it was.
Hannah sighed as she finally forced her self to move. She poured her untouched hot chocolate down the sink and slowly shuffled her way back up stairs to her room. It was now 5am and there was no way that she was going to fall back asleep, so she pulled out her laptop and started to mindlessly scroll though her Facebook feed, not actually paying attention to anything though.
The next time Hannah looked up it was 6:30, had she really been on Facebook that long? She contemplated in her mind what she should do, and after a while she thought it would be best to get dressed for school.
She took her time getting dressed, but slowly she eventually was ready to leave the house.
She dragged herself to the bus stop and once she did she regretted it. It was cold, she was tired and if she had stayed home she might have been able to completely avoid the events that happened that day.
Clint Barton was feeling quite amused to be honest.
He was witnessing Natasha being yelled at by Fury for failing her mission. Not only had she failed her mission but she had also called in the entire crew, beside Bruce of coarse.
He sat, sprawled out on the couch with his feet on the table and had an arrow in between his fingers. He spun the arrow in between his fingers as he watched fury unleash his anger onto Natasha.
Natasha, meanwhile, sat on the chair facing Fury's desk, she maintained her perfect composure, her head held high. From anybody else's perspective in would have looked liked Natasha couldn't give two craps about what Fury was saying, but Clint Knew her too well. From their multiple missions together Clint had gotten to know every aspect of her composure, her personality, her posture, the way she held her self. He could tell that she was pissed off.
Clint smirked. He could see the anger in Natasha's eyes, but it wasn't directed towards Fury. It was towards herself. Never in her life had she failed a mission, an impressive record he had to admit, but last night it had been broken.
By a 17 yr old boy.
Not only did that surprise Clint, it also infuriated him. How could a seventeen yr old boy, beat the freaking avengers in less than and hour! How was that even humanly possible?
He was interrupted of his thoughts by the sound of a door slamming. He looked up to see Natasha exiting the entrance, head held high. Cling stood up and quickly walked up to her. Client knew perfectly well that she would need her space, but it's always fun to anger the highly skilled death machine that is the Black Widow.
"Fury seems happy today"
She turned to face him, looking like she wanted to kill him in more ways than one.
"There is a meeting in 10 minutes, you better be there" she completely ignored his remark.
"About the boy I presume?"
"Yes, it seems that we have underestimated him" she continued walking.
Yep, she is definitely pissed off. Clint was going to make another snarky comment, but decided that he probably shouldn't if he wanted to keep his head.
Natasha, with out saying another word, turned a corner and left Clint walking along the halls of S.H.I.E.L.D alone.
Clint watched as Natasha walked further away from him, until eventually she turned the corner and disappeared from his view.
Well, off to the Meeting room.
He picked up his pace as he knew it could easily take him ten minutes, if not more, to get from one end of S.H.I.E.L.D to the other. As he walked, he couldn't help but notice how many people worked here. That's a lot of secrets that they would be keeping. It was amazing that Fury even trusted that many people.
It took Clint exactly 8 minutes and 30 seconds to get to the meeting room. A new record. He was proud of himself, though it was quickly diminished as he noticed that everybody else was already there. Natasha included.
"How did you beat me? You went the wrong way!" Client was annoyed.
Natasha turned around and smiled at him, "You took the wrong corridor you idiot. You're meant to take corridor F not corridor G."
Tony laughed, and put a hand on Clint shoulder, "But you know what, it's completely ok. We know you have difficulties sometimes" Tony smirked at him.
"Mr Tony Stark, the Genius, billionaire, playboy and Philanthropist, I think it is you who has difficulties not being an arse" He retorted back.
Tony mockingly gasped and put his hand on his heart, "You wound me, you truly do"
Clint glared at him "Shut up"
As Clint Took his seat he could help but notice Thor, who looked as if he was in deep thought. His chin was propped up by his handed which was resting against the table. His eyes were glazed over and his face and contorted itself into a small scowl.
"What'cha thinking about there Thor?"
No response.
"Thor?" He said slightly louder.
Still nothing.
He sighed, "Thor" he practically yelled.
Once again, no response.
"I give up", Clint muttered to himself.
Thor blinked and turned around to look at him, "Sorry, what did you say?"
"Now you reply."
"I do not understand"
"I called you like 3 times, I practically screamed in your ear. Yet you hear me when I mutter under my breath?"
"I am sorry, I was not aware of your yelling" Thor smiled at him.
"Evidently not. Anyway, I was asking what you were thinking about"
"Nothing really, I just feel like I've seen that boy's face before"
At this moment Tony decided to join the conversation. Just great.
"That doesn't sound like a nothing Thor, that sounds like a something. A pretty big something, if I may say so myself"
Tony slid into the empty chair next to Thor, "Are you sure you haven't seen him in one of your asgardian stories or something?
Thor pulled a face, "No, I would remember if he was in one of them. As young children and all through out our lives stories about Asgard and all the other realms are told to us. We remember them very well, you cannot forget an Asgardian story, it would be like forgetting a major part of history. I just isn't done"
"So, you're telling me that out of the possibly hundreds of stories that you have been told, you've never forgetten one of them" Clint looked at him sceptically.
"I will admit that I might have forgotten one or two, but I doubt I would forget a story of that size. That would be hard to forget"
"Ok, so this kid isn't Asgardian, but that doesn't explain how he can do all of that cool stuff" Tony slumped into his chair.
Fury walked in slamming the door, causing Tony to jump and immediately correct his posture. Everybody else took their seats.
"Would someone like to explain, what exactly happened out there?" He raised one eyebrow and looked at everybody in the room. Everybody looked down sheepishly. "Barton, what about you?"
'Great, now I have to explain to him that the kid was crazy powerful' he thought as he looked up to meet Fury's glare. "Well sir, um, we don't really know" Clint swallowed and looked back down at his jeans.
"The kid is a bloody maniac" Tony mumbled. Steve looked at him, shocked.
"Would you not freak out if someone tried to attack you?"
Tony glared at Steve, "I'm sorry but do you not remember him throwing a fucking dagger at Clint?"
Clint definitely remembered that. It hurt like a bitch.
"I do remember that, I was watching him as he did it, unlike you who was lying on the ground, completely unconscience. I also remember his expression, he didn't look like wanted to do it. I've seen people who have no remorse and that kid had plenty" Steve looked as if he was about to punch Tony.
"That doesn't excuse the fact that he did it" Tony stood up, slamming his hand on the table.
"Maybe he should have thrown it at you. It would have done all of us a huge favour" Steve stood up.
Clint thought that this would be the best the time for him to interject.
"Are you both forgetting the fact that he healed me?"
Tony looked at him, "You don't know that he was the one who healed you"
"I passed out because there was a dagger in my stomach, I woke up and I didn't even have a bruise, not even S.H.I.E.L.D can heal people that fast. Who else could have done it?"
"I don't know! I think you will find that we can actually heal you that fast. You've heard about it I'm sure."
"Of coarse I've heard of it, but I'm pretty positive that they can't do it in the middle of a fucking park!"
"Ok, ok." Tony held his hands up, "geez. You need to calm down. We've got bigger problems than your stupid little stomach healing Dilemma"
Fury looked at Tony, a mixture of confusion and anger on his face, "What could possibly be a bigger problem than him not only having the ability to injure an Avenger, but to also heal him!"
Natasha took this opportunity to pipe in, "He managed to knock Tony out of the sky"
Fury looked confused "So what, I imagine it wouldn't be too hard to hit him out of the sky. It's been done many times before"
Before Tony could interject, Natasha added onto her last statement, "He used Mjolnir to do it"
"HE WHAT?!"
"He caught Thor's hammer mid-throw and threw it at Tony with out a second thought"
Fury sighed, "Does anybody else have anything to add?"
Steve looked up at him, "Just a few other things"
"Go ahead"
"Well. Ummm, he controlled water, fought with swords and daggers, looked as if he could control wind, managed to pull a shield and bow and arrow out of no where, managed to survive one of Thors crazy lightning attacks, was almost impossible to injure, had crazy fast reflexes and could create fire." Steve reeled off in one breath, "Anything else?" He asked the rest of the crew.
Tony sat up and raised his hand, "He also fought like
Fury looked at them both, one eyebrow raised. "Either you two are dumb enough to try and lie to me, or we have a serious problem. And I'm hoping it's the first option."
Steve had a small smile on his lips, "So do I Sir, so do I"
Fury leaned against the table.
"Did he say anything to you?"
"He made a few comments, both of them sarcastic. He said that he was the God of wine, and that things would not be easier if he came with us" Natasha yawned, "Neither of them made too much sense"
Bruce seemed to disagree, "Why would he mention a God of wine? There isn't one"
Natasha looked at him, rolling her eyes slightly, "Thus adding to sarcastic remark"
Fury cleared his throat, "Did he say anything else?"
"When it was just me left, he got angry and told me that if we just wanted to talk we should have tried a more diplomatic approach" Steve said.
Fury raised an eyebrow, "A diplomatic response? He doesn't seem like the most diplomatic of people. But, I suppose we should attempt to be more conciliate with him. Bruce, considering he doesn't know your face you can talk to him. The rest of you will be nearby, you will stay alert just in case you are needed for any reason. Natasha, you and clint will find him and watch him. You will alert Bruce when it is an appropriate time for him to make contact with the boy"
Fury was about to make more orders when Thors eyes went wide. He stood up, slamming his knees in the table and causing his chair to fall over behind him.
"I'VE GOT IT"
Fury growled and looked at him, "You've got what exactly?"
"I know where I've seen his face before"
Tony suddenly looked more interested, "Was he from one of your Asgardian stories?"
"No, I already told you that. It took me a while to remember it because he looked younger when I last saw him."
"So you have seen him" Tony questioned
"Yes! Will you let me finish?"
"Go ahead, almighty one" he remarked before he sunk into his chair.
"It was at the battle of New York. He was there with his sword battling the chitauri."
Fury's eyes looked as if they were going to pop out of his head "You encountered him and you didn't tell me!?"
Thor didn't back down, "I'm sorry Mr Fury but we had a lot of other, more important things to worry about. I simply slipped my mind!"
Fury took a deep breath, "Fine, Natasha you know what to do, you will track and follow the boy until he is at the optimal position for interception. You are NOT to make contact with him"
Natasha stood up from her chair and left the room, but not before giving a quick nod to Fury.
"Bruce, you will stay in close range to where Natasha is. It is to be Bruce only. No one else is to make contact with the boy, unless completely and utterly necessary. Is that clear?"
Everyone in the room nodded.
"Good. If it's a diplomatic approach the boy wants, that's what he'll get."
Percy Jackson was cold and wet.
Well, he wasn't actually wet, but judging from the amount of rain that was falling he could imagine that he would be soaked to the bone.
It was currently 4 in the morning, and Percy had no idea what to do. He had been wandering around aimlessly until it started to rain.
Once it started raining, Percy had to quickly find cover. Yeah, he could have used his Poseidon powers, but he chose otherwise. He knew that, even though it was 4am, it would probably draw some suspicion if someone's was to see him standing in the pouring rain, completely dry.
It it took him a surprisingly short amount of time to find a bus stop and, once he was under it, he dried himself off.
For a while he sat there awkwardly before the ADHD kicked in and he found himself busting to get up and do something, but he knew it was pointless. Even though he was desperate to find this girl he knew there was nothing he could do until the sun came up. Though, when it eventually did, Percy was still completely unsure of how to find her.
That is until she came trudging up the hill towards him. Well, that was convenient.
Percy sat there for a few minutes, trying to think of what he should say to her because; 'Hi, My name is Percy Jackson, and I promise I'm not stalking you.' Didn't exactly have a good ring to it.
It turned out that Percy didn't even need to introduce himself. For the girl was about 10 metres away from the bus stop when she spotted him.
She looked up at him, her eyes widening. She took out her headphones and pointed towards him.
"YOU" she screamed.
"Me?" Was Percy's brilliant reply.
The girl started to speed walk towards him, "You're the one who was stalking me yesterday!"
Percy rubbed the back off his neck, "Well, umm, kinda. I wouldn't classify it as stalking though"
The girl pulled a face at him, "Well, I would classify watching me from a distance and following me home as stalking. How do you classify it?" she yelled sarcastically.
"I know it looks like I was, but I wasn't, I promise."
"And, why exactly would I trust you" she said while crossed her arms.
"Well, umm. That's a good point. Let me start from the beginning." Percy tried to pull a smile, "My name is Percy Jackson and I'm a dem..."
Before he could finish she interrupted him, "I couldn't care less who you are, all I want is for you to leave me the fu.." But, before she could finish, her shoulders slumped and her face went pale, " Wait, Y...You...You're Percy Jackson?" The girl dropped he bag and sat down on the bench.
Percy was confused. That was really quick change in emotion. But more importantly, how does she know who he is? Maybe she also knows what he is. Percy sat down next to her, "What's wrong?"
The girl looked up at him, tears welling up in her eyes. She took a deep breath, "I, I had a dream last night"
Uh oh, dreams are never a good thing.
"I thought that it was just a nightmare, but it can't be. Not anymore at least."
"Hey, it's ok. Why would this dream be real, dreams aren't real, they're just dreams". Percy knew he was lying to her, dreams always mean something. Especially if you are a demigod, which this girl might be.
"It had to have been real, because," she swallowed, "because you were in it. Well, I mean, I was you. I was watching things as you. You were fighting these monsters, and people were dying," she started crying," you're friends, they... they..."
"Hey, hey. Don't worry, you have nothing to worry about"
"But it all felt so real. I could feel everything you felt. Not just emotionally, but physically. That doesn't happen in dreams." She started to shake, "you were fighting someone. She looked so powerful, She called herself Gaia, or something. She... She killed your friends, and she nearly killed you. That never happened did it?"
Oh Styx, this girls dream was about the giant war. If that wasn't a sign, he didn't know what was. He had to get her to camp.
The girl sniffed, "You didn't have to go through that did you?"
Percy didn't mean to, but subconsciencly his face dropped at the memory of his friends dying.
"Oh God, you did. That was real. All those... Those monsters were real. All those kids and teenagers, they were real too weren't they?"
Percy looked at her, his eyes full of sadness.
Suddenly, the girls demeaned changed. She sat up straighter, wiped the tears off her face and looked at him, "Why am I even telling you this? You could be some psycho killer that likes to comfort his victims before he kills them"
"Do I really look a like a psycho killer to you?" Percy raised an eyebrow at her, a small smile on his lips, from the girls antics.
"No, but the best killers, never look crazy. So stupid girls like me trust you, and then bam! I'm dead."
Percy shrugged, "Good point. Well, how can I prove to you that I'm not a crazy, psycho, serial killer?"
"Umm, well. After school I catch the same bus. Meet me here at 4 with something that would prove your not a psycho killer"
"What could I possibly bring that would prove to you that I'm not crazy?"
"I don't know, you better figure it out. Oh, that's my bus, I have to go."
She stood up and picked up her bag. As the bus pulled up towards her she turned around to him and said, "My name's is Hannah by the way, Hannah Parks. Though I probably shouldn't be telling that to a psycho killer. I also probably shouldn't have told you about my bus schedule." And with that, she got on the bus and was gone.
'Well, That was interesting' He thought to himself. It certainly didn't go as expected. I guess he did, kind of, gain Hannah's trust. Even if it was one based off a weird joke.
'I guess I better go and prove that. I'm not a maniac' he thought as he walked back out onto the path. Even though it stopped raining and hour ago, there was still evidence of its presence. Almost every surface was wet and there was still puddles littering the roads and pathway. Percy had to take particular care to not get wet. He couldn't afford to either, get wet or explain to people why he didn't get wet.
It took Percy almost 3 hours to think of his idea. It wasn't a very good one, but at least it was one. Where was Annabeth when you needed her? It was a fairly simple Percy and, to execute his plane, he had found a cafe bathroom with a window in it, and once he successfully made a rainbow he fished a drachma out of his pocket.
"Oh fleecy, do me a solid and show me Nico Di'Angelo at Camp halfblood."
Rainbow flickered to show Nico with multiple McDonald's French fries stuffed in his mouth. It only took him a second or two to notice Percy, and once he did he spat half of his fries out and choked on the other few still remaining. Between splutters, he managed to speak.
"Percy? Hey!"
"Nico, I need a favour"
"No hi? No, how have you been? Always staight to the point aren't we Perce?"
"Fine. Hi Nico, how are you? There. better?"
"Much better, and I'm great, thanks for asking. Now, what can I do for you?"
"I need you to go to my cabin and grab a few sentimental looking photos, preferably some with the whole group, then bring them to the Kenneth Hahnn State recreation area. Also, why are you eating lunch, it's only 10am. Oh wait, no don't answer that." Percy felt his face go red. Nice was not going to let him forget that.
"Wow Perce, that seaweed really is clumping up your brain. There is a Time difference between LA and New York, in case you didn't know"
"Shut up and just get me my photos"
"Fine. But you owe me."
"Why do I owe you anything? If anything you still owe me"
"I don't owe you anything. You can't seriously still be hung up about that? Without me you would be dead."
"I'm pretty sure it's the other way round. Either way, just go and get my bloody photos"
"Fine. I'll be like ten minutes because, for your information, I'm not even at Camp."
"Where are you then?"
"I'm at Central Park."
"Why"
"There were multiple reports about things"
"What kind of things?"
"Things that you don't need to worry about"
"You know I'm going to worry about it now"
"I'm sure you are. Bye Perce"
"Wait no. I need to kno..." But before he could finish Nico swiped his hand through the connection and Percy was left alone in the bathroom.
With ten minutes to kill Percy decide he should probably head of to the park. During this time, Percy had a bit of time to think about the weird group of people he met last night.
Percy supposed he probably shouldn't call them strange as he isn't exactly normal himself. But either way he had a reason for being weird. Those guys just looked like they fell into a vat of toxic waste on their way home from comicon.
Percy wondered if they were going to come back, and if they did would they even listen to his advice? He really didn't want to have to fight them again. He's pretty sure the only reason he beat them was cause he was the underdog of that battle.
Percy sort of wished that they would meet again. He was curious to learn about their story. What they were and, more importantly, what they wanted.
In no time at all, Percy was at the same park he was last night when the two sides fought. He found a spot under a tree in the shade, and was about to close his eyes when he was tackled to the ground.
Immediatly on guard, Percy took out his pen and was about to uncap it when he spotted a familiar mop of black hair.
"Nico?! What was that for?"
Nico, stood up at started to brush grass off of his jacket. "I'm sorry, it's not my fault that you sat under the shade. It would have been smarter to sit in the sun."
"Sorry for not being convinient for you, your majesty."
"Hmm. Apology accepted. Here are your photos." Nico Pulled out a few photos from his pocket and handed them to Percy, "Why do you need them anyway? You missing your friends to much? Aaaaaw, is wittle Pwercy homesick?"
"Shut up. I need them for my quest. And no, I'm not going to tell you, because you didn't tell me about your reports" Percy crossed is arms.
"Ugh, fine. I'm not telling you about my reports so don't worry about telling me about your little quest. Which I know all about, by the way"
"How is it that you always know more about everything than I do." Percy whined.
Nico grinned at him.
"I have my ways" he said as he turned around to walked back towards the tree's shadow.
"You're creepy, you know that right." Percy called out to him.
Nice turned around to look at Percy.
"I am very well aware" he said before disappearing into the shade of the massive tree.
Once Nico left, Percy was, once again, unsure of what to do. It was 10:30 and he had over five hours to kill.
After attempting, and failing, to take nap, Percy decided that it would probably be best for him to do a bit of exploring. Maybe find a good doughnut shop.
It only took him half an hour to successfully become lost. From memory he took two left turns and then a few rights, but now he managed to find himself in the middle of a strip of shops that he had no memory of going to.
By this time it was 11 and Percy decided he might as well grab an early lunch, because, you know, food.
After Percy managed to find and devour the most unhealthy lunch he could find (in under 10 minutes, mind you) he started to navigate himself back to the bus stop.
It was lucky that Percy started his journey back so early, because it took him almost five hours to arrive at the bus stop. Yes, he managed to get that lost. Would you also believe in all that time, he did not find a single doughnut shop. Crazy, I know.
He sat down on the bench and grabbed the photos out of his pocket and was about to check what photos Nico grabbed him when a bus pulled on to the side of the road.
He quickly stood up and, when he saw Hannah, waved, a smile spread across a friend.
She stepped of the bus and looked at him. "I have been thinking about this all day you know. I wasn't entirely sure whether or not you'd show up. I wasn't even sure if I wanted you to come here"
"Wow, I'm really feeling the love" Percy smilled at her which made her break her serious face and start laughing.
"Come on Mr Psycho Maniac, show me this evidence of yours." She held out her hands.
"Well, it took me a while to come up with this idea, so you better apreciate it." He handed the photos over to her, "These are some photos of my friends and family. I figured you might not think I'm a total psycho if I could prove to you I have parents, friends and, believe it or not, a girlfriend."
Hannah didn't say anything while she look at the small collection of photos she'd been given. She had a small smile on her lips, but it wasn't from joy. Percy could tell that she could recognise some of these faces as the ones who died in the war.
Hannah looked back at Percy and handed him his photos, "I believe you. No one with those kind of relationships could be insane."
"Thank you." Percy said to her.
"No problem. Now, can you please explain to me why you were stalking me?"
"But I wasn't stalking you though."
"Ok, I'm sure you weren't. Get on with the story please."
"Well, as you already know, my name is Perseus Jackson, but call me Percy. I guess you could say I'm special, but I have a feeling you are special as well. When it comes to special people like us, we have to stick together because weird things happen to special people."
"Woah, back up a sec. That made no sense. I got the whole name thing, but how are we special."
"Well, I don't really know how to explain this so just bear with me. Also, promise me that you can keep an open mind while learning about this"
"Ok, ummm, I promise?"
"Cool. Okay, I am a demigod, and I think you might be to." Percy quickly rambled off.
"A demigod? Should I know what that is?" She pulled a weird face.
"No, of coarse not. It's a pretty major secret. If your a demigod, or half-blood, it means your half Human, half God." He smiled at her nervously.
She was silent for a while before eventually she spoke up quietly, "Ok, so to clarify; I am only half human?"
Percy nodded, "Correct"
"And the other half is God?"
"Also correct"
"Ok, so which half? Like the top half or the left side?"
"Oh gods" Percy put one hand on the bridge of his nose.
"I'm joking, geez. Calm your farm." Percy sighed in relief.
"Thank Zeus, I was worried for a second there"
"So, I'm going to take a guess here and say that half my DNA is human and the other half is God."
"Yep"
"But where does this DNA come from?"
"It's from one of your parents"
"You're saying one of my parents is a God?!"
"Yeah, if you don't mind me asking, who is not there?"
"What do you mean?" She pulled a confused face at him.
"I mean, which parent is not at home?"
"I don't understand, both my parents are at home"
Now, it was Percy's turn to be confused, "No step-mum or dad?"
"Nope"
"Hmmm, ok then. That kinda stuffs up the mission."
"Mission?"
Oh Styx, he wasn't meant to let her know that this is a mission.
"Uh, well, you see, I have been asked by my mentor to try and find demigods like myself. And I thought that you were one, but evidently not. Maybe you can just see through the mist"
"Sorry, did you say mist?"
"Yeah right sorry, the mist covers up all the monsters and other mystical stuff so that ordinary people can't see it"
"Well, I guess I'm not the person that you're looking for," she looked disappointed," but can you at least tell me why you thought I was 'special'?"
"It's kind of hard to explain, but, when I first saw you yesterday, you were emitting this weird aura. Auras are perfectly normal and all, so usually if I were to sense one I don't worry about it, but yours was weird. It was like there was two different auras mixing together. I thought I should possibly dig a little deeper to see if you could be a demigod. I was fairly positive that you were something, and when you told me about your dream I was 95% sure that you were one"
"But I can't be cause neither of my parents are Gods." She concluded.
"Yeah, thats a pretty big factor when it comes to demigods."
"Ok, well thank you for that information. I best be going then, and I hope you find your person." She looked at the concrete and shuffled her feet awkwardly before turning around and leaving Percy alone.
Percy turned around and was about to start walking, when he heard growling.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and inched his hand towards his pocket where riptide was kept.
Once again he heard the unmistakable growl of a hellhound, followed by a small yelp and a, "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!", Coming from Hannah.
Percy quickly whipped around and activated Riptide. What he saw was a large Hellhound slowly making its way towards Hannah, it's mouth frothing. Hannah was slowly backing away from it, while also sliding her bag off from her shoulders
He was about to charge towards when Hannah grabbed the straps of the bag and swung it smack bang into the hellhound a snout. The mutt was temporarily confused and had to shake it's head to regain it's composure.
Percy was definitely impressed with her courage but decided he would congratulate her later as the hellhound grabbed the end of her bag and ate it in one big gulp.
"My... My bag" Hannah squeaked as she continued to inch her way backwards, slightly faster now.
Percy ran up to the hellhound and started to shout and wave at the beast, "hey, you! Yeah you, yah big dump truck!"
On a good note it successfully distracted the hellhound allowing Hannah to take shelter behind the bus stop. But, on a bad note the hellhound snarled and started to charge towards Percy instead.
Using, a classic technique, Percy stood his ground until the last second. Once the hellhound got close to him, he jumped out of way, turned around and managed to stab the mutt in its hide, causing it to burst into gold dust.
Percy capped riptide and walked over to where Hannah had ducked down. He held out one of his hands towards her, and she grabbed it.
Percy smiled at her, "You've got some serious guts there Hannah. Not many people your age would be able to see a hellhound without fainting, let alone through their bag at its face."
Hannah smiled a bit, "Those things were in my dream as well."
"Yeah, I'm not surprised. They are pretty common. Though they aren't difficult to defeat if you know how."
Hannah looked at him in the eyes, "Thank you for saving me."
Percy smiled at her reassuringly, "It's not a big deal. I reckon you would have been fine on your own if you had a weapon."
"Umm, before I go. While my life was flashing before my eyes, I realised I forgot to tell you something that happened yesterday after you ran off. I meet some dude in a golden chariot who warned me not to go to school on my Birthday, cause this years it's sure to 'pack a punch'. He then sped away on his tricycle talking to some people named George and Martha. I don't know if that's even important, but I feel like you should know."
"Hmm, that's sounds fairly important. So, I'm going to get a friend to take to to a safe place. But, I need you to promise me that you won't freak out. She's friendly."
Percy placed his fingers in his mouth and let out the highest and loudest whistle he could muster.
Less than ten seconds later, Mrs O'Leary came bounding out of the shadows.
Hannah's eyes looked they were about to pop out of her head, "Woah, woah, woah. One second were fighting them and the next they are friendly?"
"Hannah, I want you to meet Mrs O'Leary, the world's only friendly hellhound there is and probably the only one there ever will be." Hannah waved slowly at Mrs O'Leary and she waged her tail in response, almost knocking over a nearby tree. "Mrs O'Leary will be taking you to camp Halfblood. That's only one of the two places that are safe for Demigods. Just climb on her back and hold on tight, because, let me warn you, it is not a pleasant experience."
Hannah fairly, agilely managed to climb onto Mrs O'Leary's back and before Hannah had time to say bye, they were gone.
Percy turned around to go walk back to the park to call Blackjack, when he heard a small cough behind him.
Percy turned around to see a middle aged man with glasses and a lab coat standing there smiling at him.
"Good afternoon Mr Jackson. I do believe I am here to be diplomatic with you"
AN-
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