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Percy stormed off into the woods. He hated it, he hated this camp, he hated the campers but above all he hated this sucky situation he was forced to be in. Percy thought of himself as an independent person and took orders from no one – except of course Chaos but that was understandable. He was his mentor, his trainer and carer; he owed Chaos for opening his eyes to what the gods were really like. They were selfish, self-centred and obnoxious. They all were.
He leaned against the tree and forced himself to cool off. He couldn't afford to lose his head in a time like this. In all the months he was gone – off training with Chaos – he had forced his emotions down until they hadn't existed – it was just easier that way. The Percy he was like before couldn't do the things he had done in the previous months, but now he felt like the emotions he spent so long repressing were emerging.
The stuck up princess had made him mad, feigning sadness just to get him back on their side. It made him sick. It made him angry. It made him livid. It took all of his energy not to whip out his trusty sword Riptide just to shut her up, her upset face and her pathetic pleading voice – he just needed her to shut up.
Screams brought him out of his daydreaming and into the land of the living. Rolling his eyes at the camp's useless defences he pushed himself off the tree and drew his sword. Well, at least this day wouldn't be boring.
He emerged into camp and saw a herd of monsters preparing to attack while the campers drew their swords and weapons – prepared to go into battle. Shaking his head at the scared looks on the younger camper's faces he let loose a whistle that was sure to grab everyone's attention.
"This is what you call an army?" he scoffed before he raised his sword and charged.
He slashed through the first hellhound and watched in triumph as it dissolved into a pile of ash. He turned and jabbed his sword into the ribcage of a Drachne that let loose a screech as it, too, dissolved into nothing.
Other campers soon joined him in fighting but they were nowhere as good as him. He watched as Nico shadow travelled to a clan of hellhounds but just ended up getting swatted away into the nearest tree. Thalia shot arrow after arrow into the monsters that were lurking in the shadows, preparing to attack any demigod that looked vulnerable. The Stolls ganged up on a Drachne and just managed to slay it before it killed them.
Percy shook his head. He forgot how pathetic some of these campers were, especially the Aphrodite clan who were hiding behind the other cabins – not even participating. He rolled his eyes again as he somersaulted over some campers and stuck his sword in the chest of a rather vicious monster he didn't recognise.
His team, team thirteen, were working together as one, fighting monsters back to back like a real team. Percy chose not to help. He knew their fighting techniques well enough to know they could handle this situation, after all he did train them.
Percy felt at peace, as weird as that sounds, Percy only felt content in the middle of a battle when he was weaving his way through packs of monsters and turning them into piles of ash. He felt a presence behind him and turned just as a sphinx lunged at him. He blocked the attack with his arm and the sphinx sunk its razor sharp teeth into his arm.
Percy didn't feel a thing. The Sphinx's teeth shattered on impact and she let out a screech of agony before Percy swung his sword and her head severed from her body before disintegrating into dust.
Percy loved having Achilles curse; it made him so much stronger than what he was before. It protected him from numerous attacks and made his power so much purer, he felt practically indestructible.
He felt someone bump into his back and he turned around to see Thalia slump to the ground, a knife sticking out of her shoulder. For a moment he felt white hot anger spread throughout his veins at the fallen camper, anger he couldn't explain.
He furiously grabbed a sharp blade from his pocket and sent it spinning through the air and into the stomach of his target. The Cyclopes' bellowed a roar of pain before it disappeared.
Percy stared down at Thalia and felt concern spike in his heart. He shouldn't feel this way after what they did to him, they don't deserve his concern. He forced his emotions back by remembering all the awful things they did to him for months and the way they made him feel like crap.
Percy grabbed the first camper he could find – which just happened to be Will, a child of Apollo – and pointed at Thalia, who was curled into a ball, blood running free from her wound.
And before Will could respond – but Percy didn't the miss the fear that flitted across his face – he strode away, swinging his sword more determinedly.
For the next few minutes he slashed, jabbed and dodged the attacks and not once did the monsters get the upper hand. He saw out the corner of his eye, fallen campers getting carried away and the roar of the monsters that got sent back to Tartarus.
He heard an oddly familiar scream somewhere off to his right. His head told him to ignore it; it was nothing important to him where as his heart skipped a beat and told him to help. Percy shook his head to clear it, for a whole year he had gone without emotions, without feelings and now they came crashing down on him – mushing up his brain.
Percy saw a head of blonde hair getting pushed into the air while the figure struggled and kicked to get free. Something tugged on his heart strings and before he knew what was happening he was rushing forward, fury in his eye.
Percy ducked under the flailing figures legs and judo kicked the giant, making him stumble. He recognised the giant as Geryones – a winged giant who was like Medusa's grandkid or something, and in the myths Hercules had slain him. Only now he was back from Tartarus and had obviously joined Gaia's army.
As the giant stumbled he spared a quick glance at Annabeth, no the stuck up princess, he corrected himself. she looked dazed and tired and had blood spilling down her forehead.
The giant emanated a roar and that was what focused Percy. He turned back and charged at the giant and stuck the sword in its stomach. Percy knew it would take a lot more to kill a giant so he feigned to the right and the giant fell for it, leaning over to the right. Percy veered left and used the giants' bent leg to jump onto its shoulder.
The giant stood up straight, arms flailing trying catch the figure that was on its back. Percy held on, avoiding the wings that erupted from the giants back and with all his strength he cut through the thick flesh of the giants' neck.
The hard muscle under Percys' feet vanished – turned into a pile of ash – and he felt himself falling ten feet to the ground. He landed expertly just as the last of the monster army was killed, leaving half-blood hill in silence.
As if on auto pilot Percy walked forward and helped Annabeth to her feet, clinging to her to stop her from falling. She looked up, her grey eyes stormy and tearful.
"Percy?" she asked hopefully and Percy remembered he wasn't this person anymore. He let go of her hands abruptly and stepped back, shrinking his sword back into pen form. He shouldn't care whether the spawn of Athena lived or died but he couldn't deny that when he saw her – getting attacked none the less – he felt worried.
He saw hurt flash across his face but he didn't have time to analyse it. He swiftly turned around and barged through the groups of campers, making his way to the beach.
Annabeth felt dizzy. The giant lifted her up in the air by the neck and black spots danced in her vision. She thought this is it; this is how I'm going to die. She pictured Percys' face on last time, the Percy she knew that was kind, caring and funny, the guy she fell in love with.
Then out of nowhere she felt herself falling through the air and she landed with a thump on the hard ground. She saw a figure standing on front of her but she couldn't open her eyes properly to see. She just gingerly placed her hand on her head and felt the warm, sticky substance coat her fingers. At least she was alive.
A bellow of rage brought her back to her senses. She opened her eyes and squinted through the haze, she saw the giant being killed and watched as Percy fell to the ground.
Hope pounded through her veins, did Percy actually save her? Could it be that he has finally seen sense and gone back to being old Percy? He strode forwards and pulled her gently to her feet, his warm hands comforting her.
"Percy?" she asked, hope pouring onto her voice. She saw his green eyes, they were swirling with emotions but there was one emotion she could detect. It was worry. Percy was worried for her.
After she said his name though her hopes evaporated when he let go of her hands, his eyes turning cold and distant yet again. Her heart ached as she watched him disappear through the crowd, taking long strides as if he couldn't wait to get away from her.
She just stood there stunned. She was hurt by his actions, but for a split second she saw the old Percy in there somewhere and that meant that he could be saved.
Thalia came and stood beside her, holding a cloth to her shoulder and looking a bit pale.
"Thalia, you okay?" she asked worriedly. Thalia was like a sister to her, she couldn't lose her like she had lost Percy.
Thalia smiled a small smile and nodded her head In Percy's direction.
"Thanks to Percy" she said and Annabeth smiled. The old Percy was definitely slipping through thr cracks; it was only a matter of time before she got him back.
"He saved you?" Annabeth asked and almost cried with joy when Thalia nodded.
"He saved you too" she responded, placing her hand on Annabeths' shoulder.
"Yeah… then he ran, turned all uncaring" she responded, hanging her head in defeat. But to her surprise Thalia was smiling hopefully.
"But it also means we can save him" she said and Annabeth felt a smile tug at the corner of her lips. She had already let Percy down once – she wasn't going to do it again.
Battle was kinda hard to write but let me know what you think! Reviews are appreciated!
Next chapter – the mysterious figures make an appearance at CHB! DUN DUN DUN!