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Disclaimer:
There once was a very smart man
His name is Rick Riordan
He once made a series called Percy Jackson
So please don't make me ransom
and so people of fan fiction
have to make a description
of how they aren't a complainer
because they wrote a disclaimer
so every character from Rick Riordan
is like our sacrificial lamb
so I'm already done
so please don't make me do this for fun
-GoddessOfArchitecture
Percy's POV
It was our first morning on Cecelia's island. We were eating breakfast on a glass table, and it looks like your food is about to fall. I wonder where she got all her furniture, because she was in the middle of nowhere. And she can't just go to the local IKEA store (which would be like very very very far away) and say, "Hi! I would like to get this, this and this! I would expect it to arrived at the coordinates of -544548484 and 8490298583 thank you!" No. Just no.
I scooped up a piece of my cereal which was hand made. They tasted like fruits with wholemeal grain and nuts. I sipped the spoon with a slurp, and plopped it back in, causing it to make a splashing noise. Annabeth, who was facing the opposite side of me, furrows her eyes and shakes her head in disapproval. I pouted my lips at her and made the best puppy dog eyes I could ever do. She shook her head and smirked, mouthing that it isn't going to work. Now it was her turn for me to stop pouting. She was now pouting, making little goo goo eyes and I finally gave in. I groaned loudly, earning a full on glare from Cecelia and Annabeth a chuckle.
"I will be in the mountains to pray to my father," Cecelia announced. She slid out of her chair and marched away from the dining area. Ananbeth and I share a look and started to burst out laughing. "She can't handle us, Percy! She is too annoyed!" Annabeth exclaims and slammed her fist into the table. I held onto my belly, still shaking wildly. "The girl really is weird," I say.
"Hey," Annabeth says, "Let's go spy on her! Maybe we can prank her by making weird ghost noises. Or maybe spoil her hair!" Though this wasn't really my thing, I nodded. It was at least time that Annabeth and I should start having fun together, and not get too worried about the prophecies. Annabeth stood up and walked around from the other side to mine. She sat in the chair that was next to me.
"So what materials do we need?" she asks. I shrug, not knowing what to do. She sighed, "I'll get her natural honey she has been saving up for years. It is some special honey her father gave her. And boy she will rage." I smile and grabbed her hand, "This going to be the best ever!"
Annabety and I snuck into a room that I didn't think we were allowed to go in. "Annabeth?" I say. She says the 'hmmm' sound. "I don't think we should be here," I say slowly. "Percy," she says, "I know this isn't a really wise thing to do, but I want to have some fun ok?" The place looked dusty and old. The character of the room didn't fit in the style of the home itself. There were a lot of shelves with a lot of books and stuff that look old and scary. We passed by a gnome who was grinning evilly and was holding a pickaxe, as if to throw it at its looker.
For some reason, it felt as if that gnome was alive and was watching my every move. Shivers came down my back like a sneaking snake. No one likes snakes.
Annabeth looked around and saw a jar full of golden honey. There was a label that read, 'Don't ever use this again! Ever!' She stared at the jar and placed it back onto the shelf. "Now I really think we shouldn't do this..." She says.
"Annabeth? Percy? Where are you guys?" Cecelia's voice echoed through the halls. Annabeth's eyes widened. She clamped my mouth shut and hid behind the closet door. "Annabeth? Percyyyyy? Come on! Stop playing games!" Her voice was now in the room.
I looked through a crack in the door and saw Cecelia looking around suspiciously. Her eyes finally trailed towards the door we were hiding in. Everything seemed in slow motion as Annabeth tapped my shoulder and pointed to a open window. I nodded, understanding what she meant. We climbed over the wall, and Annabeth started pushing the window open, so that we can easily go out.
The window opened and she stuck her head out. Annabeth saw that we could land into the ocean. "We need to jump," she whispers. I nodded and climbed up with her. I was now sitting over the edge and holding her hand tightly. "In three, two and one," she said and we flung into the air.
I could barely hear Cecelia's voice still calling our names because the wind was whistling loudly in my ears. We finally plunged into the water and started to make our way back to shore. And there we lay still on the sand, not making a sound. Annabeth finally sat up and nudged me. "Look!" She says and points to a big wooden ship sailing towards the island. "We have to hide for real this time!" She grabbed my arm and we hid in the near by bush.
"I hope they don't see us," she says. "Let's kneel down lower so they can't get a chance to spot us," I say. And so we did. We lay down more into the bush, breathing heavily as the ship was anchored. Inside the ship I saw, what looked like pirates. They pulled out a plank to the ground and they marched. I could hear my heart thudding loudly inside my chest.
"Alrightie, boys," a gruff voice says, "Take whoever is in 'at house. We need need t' raid all 'em treasures." The man looked like the boss who had complete authority over the poor slaves. "Yes, Soot Sir," they reply, and started heading up the sandstone staircase up to Cecelia's home.
The captain, who I guessed changed his name to Soot, turned towards our bush. He smirked evilly and came and looked down. Annabeth and I stayed low even more into the bush.
"Kids. Come 'ut or I will kill yer," he growls and points a sharp sword towards us. We had no choice. If we get kidnapped, the we would make a plan together in how to escape. Annabeth and I slowly stood up and surrendered our hands. "Good," he says, "A boy who will be mer' slave for the mean time. And a what is a pretty lady doin' here. Ahhh, I have some plans with you and mer' crew. You're going to have a lot of fun!" My eyes widened and before I could think, I kicked him in the groin. He fell onto the floor groaning.
I grabbed Annabeth's arm and sped away. I looked up and saw the two pirates holding Cecelia. Her eyes screamed help, but I just ran. It was no use anyways, they could just trace us up and take us captive.
"I have got yer' now!" another pirate of the crew grabbed our collars and dragged us towards the boat. When we were on the ship, every crew member smiled a crooked grin and helped the pirate throw us into a prison looking thing.
"Have a good time, kids!" he snarls and slams the door shut. SLAM!
Annabeth leaned her head into the crook of my neck. "What are we going to do?" I ask. "I will think of something, Perce," she says, "Later I will tell you."
I nodded and leaned my head back into hers. "Everything will be alright."
Just maybe it will.
Yes. Not the best ever but... Check out my other story called I Dare You! You write dares to anyone from PJO and they will do it!
stay happy- GOA