Disclaimer: I don't own the PJO, or the HoO series'. I do, However, own the storyline, and the characters of Nikos Staphos, and Emily Braithwaight.
When I awoke, I was greeted by the comforting smell of the sand, and the sea. Being Poseidon's son, this was a smell that I have grown to love, and savour. The place reminds me of Ogygia, and I was about to call out to calypso, when a feminine voice called out:
"Hey, who are you? What are you doing here?"
I turned around, and saw the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Her hair was long, and wavy, and looked silkily smooth. It ran to her middle back. She stood about 5'6, and I stood well above her, at 6'4. Her crystal blue eyes shone in the sunlight, and they were incredibly stunning. She had a very tan skin, and I knew from…her, that she was from California, or had at least lived there for a little while. I then saw a knife in her hand, and while her stance was very strong, and she looked very threatening, there was still some improvement I could see. I stood up, and replied
"Percy. Percy Jackson and you are." She lowered her knife, slightly, and then said.
"What is your purpose here, Mr Jackson?
"I… I don't know."
She looked at me, eyes squinting Clint Eastwood style
"What do you mean, 'I don't know'"
I sigh. "do you have somewhere we can rest. This is going to be a long story."
She lowered her blade. "we have a camp not too far from here."
I look at her, confused. "We"
She smiles. "Yes. Me, and my friend Nikos."
I nod wearily. I try to walk, but my legs wobble. I start to fall, but Emily catches me. Slowly, we make our way too her, or should I say, there camp. I suddenly see a tall boy, about my age. He was a couple of inches shorter than me, but still towered over this girl Emily. He had blood red eyes, black hair swept back, and a giant sword from his back. I assume this is Nikos. He glares at me, and says "who is this?"
"Percy Jackson." Emily replies. She rests me down on a log.
"And why, pray tell, is he here?"
"Cause he is injured. Don't worry. He will be off tomorrow." I was about to retort, but literally couldn't find the strength. I drift off to sleep, too exhausted from the day's events.
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