"Why do you have a sword?" Byron said alarmed.
"I have a sword?" Percy said looking at the one in his hands, "I have a sword!" He screamed the last part.
Janine was confused too, "Before it was just a pen!" She said in a way it seemed she wanted it to go back to being a pen.
Percy felt the sword's hilt. On the bottom he felt something that was like a button. He pushed on it. Hard. The sword instantly shrank and again appeared to be nothing but a simple pen. On the side the word Riptide was written.
"Riptide..." Percy said quietly.
"What?" Wisty said leaning in closer.
"Nothing," Percy blushed slightly. He thought he said that in his head. "Just the side of the pen sword thing." He said showing the side of the pen.
"Has anyone ever seen a pen like that before?" Whit said, scanning the group. As his eyes passed each of his friends they all showed they knew as much as Whit.
"Maybe Mrs. Highsmith knows." Wisty suggested.
Just then an old woman appeared. Wisty went up and hugged her. It was none other than Mrs. Highsmith herself.
"You called?" The woman said. She had met everyone in the room at sometime or another accept Percy.
Percy was about to click the pen. He wasn't sure if Mrs. Highsmith was friend or foe. No one seemed nervous about her.
"Put that away!" Mrs. Highsmith called to Percy. She knew it was a knife; she thought it was quite clear, "Where are you from?"
"Ummm?" Percy said.
"Well not from this world." Mrs. Highsmith said, "That weapon is nothing from this world young man. And what is your name?"
"Ummm?" That was all Percy knew to answer.
Sasha knew the most about Percy here and he didn't know much more than the rest. "We found him unconscious in the middle of the street." Sasha said.
"That's all you know?" Mrs. Highsmith asked.
"What can you tell?" Wisty said hopeful and intrigued.
"Not much, sadly," Mrs. Highsmith said.
Janine was still hopeful, "What can you tell?"
Percy nodded in agreement.
"Well," Mrs. Highsmith started, "He's from another world. He's among the living, that's for sure. He's quite powerful..."
Wisty cut Mrs. Highsmith off, "How powerful? Like me and Whit powerful?"
"Yes," Mrs. Highsmith went on, "But of a different kind, a different gift. I can't quite tell what though..." She paused.
"Anything else?" Janine said.
"I'm thinking..." Mrs. Highsmith said, "People are searching for him. He's missing. I... I think his name is P... Percy?'
A yell of recognition came from Percy, "I think!" He was happy to know something about him, even if it's something so small.
Mrs. Highsmith continued, "His blood is salty."
"What!" Percy screamed. Everyone else were laughing at the absurdity and only slightly questioning what it is.
"Wait!" Mrs. Highsmith continued, "No,"
Percy sighed relief.
She went on, "I mean, the sea. He, Percy, is surrounded by it, always."
Everyone sniffed Percy. He smelled of the sea and a girl's perfume. That earned a questioning glare from Wisty and a snicker from Byron.
"How did you know I smelled like the sea?" Percy asked.
"It's almost impossible not to notice. It's overwhelming."
"It is kind of strong!" Wisty agreed, "It seems like your permenante scent."
Percy's head started to pound again. It was overwhelming him. He passed out, landing hard on the floor. Everyone dashed to surround him. Wisty understood what was going on.
"I think he's overwhelmed. It's too much for him. I've gone through that. Plus all he knows about himself is that he smells like a girl and the ocean. He didn't even know his own name. Poor kid," Wisty said.
Percy was lost in his head. He didn't know who he was or where he was. His head felt like it was banged against pavement and then it was ran over, by a forklift.
He heard a voice. I(t didn't sound like any of the ones from the group. Percy didn't remember anyone else. The voice sounded familiar though. Very familiar.
The voice sounded masculine and boomed, "Water,Percy, water!"
What? Percy thought.
He was hit with another wave of pain as Whit put him on a table. It was better than the floor. Byron almost stepped on him.
Ahh! Percy groaned in his head.
Water?! He thought over and over.
"Water," Percy mumbled aloud.
"What?" Wisty said by Percy's side.
"I think he said water!" Whit said.
Sasha dashed to a sink and filled a bucket to the brim with water. He headed back to the table and on second thought sdaid, "Should I put salt in this?"
Byron didn't like Percy but said something logical, "Try normal water first. If that doesn't work and salt then."
Sasha brought the bucket over. Wisty grabbed the bucket and poured it all over his face. She wasn't sure if he was supposed to drink it or get wet or whatever.
In Percy's head he saw someone. Or was it a person? He wasn't sure. They had goat legs and horns.
The goat leg boy called out "Percy! You need to see Annabeth! Where are you?"
Sasha went to fill the bucket with water again, this time it would be salty though. Right before Wisty dumped the salty mix all over Percy he woke up.
His head was full of thoughts. Who was Annabeth? Who was the goat boy? They seemed to know who he was. Where were they? Were they looking for him?
Maybe Mrs. Highsmith could help me! Percy thought.
"Where's Mrs. Highsmith?" Percy asked.
Janine said, "She left as soon as you were down."
Just then, as Percy sat up, he found out he was drenched.
"Sorry about that," Wisty said, blushing.
Percy was drying himself off. There wasn't a towel in sight. Percy didn't notice really. Everyone else did. One second he was wet, the next he was dry.
"What!" Byron screamed.
Wisty, Whit, and everyone else weren't that surprised. They all were shocked though. Wisty could only do that if she was on fire. Whit couldn't do that.
The group, Whit, Wisty, Janine, Sasha, all of them thought the same thing, That kid has some power behind him! What was that kid? What was his story? Why is he here? Is he good or evil?