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This is: Tower
Thalia, Percy
Summary preview: Since when does the guy need saving?
Thalia Grace was in deep trouble with the some powerful people. Right now she was praying to every god and goddess that would keep her safe from being caught by the royal guard.
Hearing horse footsteps, she ran, throwing herself against a wall of moss, hoping to break through it.
She wasn't expecting to actually fly through it, and land on the ground, with a golden rod sticking into her side.
Rolling her eyes in disgust, she stood up, dusted herself off, grabbed the rod, and was about to leave when she saw a huge tower in the distance.
It was the perfect place to hid out until things calmed down some.
Taking two of the three arrows she kept on her at all times, Thalia slowly began to scale the wall.
It took half an hour, and each step was panic-attack worthy, because there was no sure footholds.
Throwing herself through the window, she leaned against the wall and breathed heavily for a few minutes, before realizing someone else was in the room.
Sea green eyes stared back at her, with some awe, some exasperation clouding them.
"You could have just used the front door, you know. Once you get past the wind demons, hellhounds, and dragon it's basically an easy way up." a guy around her age told her, holding out a hand to help her up.
Thalia eyed it warily. The boy sighed and ran the hand through his hair.
"Well, if you insist on sitting on the floor of my bedroom, at least tell me your name. I haven't actually spoke to a human being in a... very long time."
Thalia scowled. Who was this guy? And why the heck was he at the top of what supposedly was an empty tower with a hellhound, wind demons, and dragon guarding him?
"Well, who are you? I am only here, because I thought this place was abandoned. Since it obviously isn't, I should-"
"Percy Jackson. My name is Percy Jackson. And you know, climbing down that wall is harder then it looks with all the booby traps. They don't activate when climbing up, but going down and stepping on one, means an instant visit from the former mentioned dragon."
She scowled. "And you have a dragon guarding you why, exactly?"
Percy grinned. "Because I annoyed my step-dad and he grounded me. When I snuck out, he put me in here, so that I could slowly be driven insane, from lack of outside contact. Idiot. I have plenty of people to talk to. The gods find me amusing."
Thalia stared. He was put in a tower because he snuck out of his house while being grounded? What the Hades?
"And your father is?"
"Poseidon. My step-father is the king. He has a bit of a temper, and tends to make permanent, rash decisions. Hence, my living conditions."
Thalia stared back disturbed deeply. She had heard rumors that the king had a son hidden away somewhere, but it was always for his own protection.
Not because he felt like disobeying his father.
And that's when the first part of his sentence sunk in.
"Whoa. Wait a second. You are telling me that your real father is Poseidon? As in god of the seas?"
"Well he's either that, or the dragon. Personally, I like the first choice better, but maybe I'm being egotistic."
Thalia just stared back at him.
Percy began to squirm under her gaze. "Look, I know it's a lot to take in, but-"
"'A lot to take in'? Oh my gods, this is insane! Why should I believe you?" she demanded, throwing her hands up.
Percy gave her a dry look. "Well, considering we are in a tower in the middle of nowhere, I look exactly like my father, and if you go down those stairs, you can meet the a fore mentioned dragon, I would say I have a pretty solid case."
"No, no, no, the gods hate humans, they would be disgusted by the mere idea of a demigod, you are not really the prince, dragons and hellhounds don't exist, and I am in a vivid hallucination." Thalia muttered, putting her head in her hands.
Percy snorted. "I doubt anyone has a good enough imagination to think up this amazingly sexy body. And, did you completely miss my first statement? The gods find me amusing not disgusting. And you have a living demigod right in front of you. My possible father the dragon, is right downstairs, and yes I am the future ruler of this kingdom if I ever get out of this place."
"...You sound like my friend Nico."
"Di Angelo? Hades' kid. I know his sister."
"Bianca is dead. She died like, five years ago in the middle of a different kingdom. She has never came close to this kingdom. You can't know her."
"What part of the gods love me, are you not understanding?"
"The part where Hades actually doesn't despise a demigod of his brother's creation and kill him on sight."
"Uncle Hades tends to have that reaction to things."
"Oh my gods, how are you still alive?"
Percy grinned wickedly and winked at her.
"I have the quick thinking of one who's life depended on them coming up with humorous replies to death threats."
"I am losing my mind."
Percy absently tilted his index finger to the right. "You have a point. Or maybe I'm the one losing my mind, hallucinating about insane teenage girls after this long torture of lack-of-human-contact-for-years-on-end. Sorry about that."
Thalia groaned.
Percy frowned at her. "For a hallucination, you are majorly depressing. But maybe this is a reflection on my subcon-"
"I'm not a hallucination."
"And considering the fact that I am not either, I would love to say that we are both reasonable sane, and able to break m- ah, us- out of here."
She looked up at that. "Break out of here? What the Hades do you mean, break out of here? If you aren't lying we have the impossible task of getting out of here alive! And what makes you think I would help you?"
Percy blinked a few times, making him look adorably innocent.
"Because there is no way I am letting you leave me alone here again? Seriously, I refuse to be stuck here when an escape is being made. Besides, Apollo said I was do to either die spectacularly, or see the world once more. I am hoping towards the latter, if you don't mind."
"I am not helping you. You would just slow me down."
"You seem to forget just who you are talking to. I am a demigod. I can handle this if I have some help. I just need a small distraction an I can get us past them." Percy stressed.
Thalia scowled. "And how would that work?"
Percy gave her a creepy smile. "As soon as the wind demon is gone, I can take the hellhound down easy, and blood bending isn't that hard if the dragon is distracted. I just have to break through his mind a bit."
"You want me to be bait."
Percy frowned. "No, I want you to kill the wind demon when I'm fighting the hellhound. The dragon only bothers you if you get to the ground. If you can get past the wind demon, the hellhound will follow you out to the grounds, and bam. Back inside the ickle prince goes."
"How do you know all this?"
Percy grimaced. "Ah, lets just say experience isn't always the best way of knowledge. So are you in or not?"
Thalia stared at him for awhile, thinking it over. Finally she gave a curt nod.
"I'm in."
"Percy Jackson, if we survive this, I will kill you!" Thalia yelled out, dodging a breath of fire.
"Hey! It isn't my fault that the wind demon just won't die! I'm doing my best here!"
"You better be happy that I'm still alive to dance around this thing!" she yelled, ducking a huge claw aimed at her head.
Percy grunted, and then she heard a wail. It sounded like the wind was screaming- which for all intensive purposes, it kind of was.
The wind demon dissolved into dust, and Percy shook his head.
"Thalia, I need you to keep it distracted for just a second longer. I need to break into its mind."
"Sure. I mean, it isn't like I'm risking my life trying to help you with a power that you have never used. Totally saf-"
"Look out!" Percy yelled as Thalia spun around and saw the dragon's teeth a foot away from her face. She quickly kicked it's jaw, and backed up.
"Could you hurry up maybe? I tend to prefer being alive, thank you!"
Percy didn't grace it with an answer.
Instead the dragon gave a sudden jerk of it's head, snarled, and stiffly moved backwards. A determined look was on Percy's face, but victory shine in his eyes.
Thalia quickly killed the offending dragon and Percy let out a whoop of pure excitement.
"Hades yes!" he yelled, running towards the moss wall. Upon reaching it, he turned on his heel, his eyes sparkling with the high of freedom.
"You have the word of the Crowned Prince that the royal son owes you a major favor. If you happen to see you dad- Uncle, whatever- or Apollo be sure to send them my escape. Oh, and here," Percy said, pulling the golden rod out of what seemed like nowhere, tossed it to her, as she jogged to meet him.
Thalia looked down at the rod, nodded, and smirked at Percy.
"Let me know if you're ever are bored. I wouldn't mind working with you again sometime, Jackson." she told him.
Percy winked at her, then disappeared into the moss cover.
Thalia shook her head in amusement, pocketed the rod, and walked through the moss wall, not surprised in the least when she couldn't see Percy anywhere.
Suddenly she stopped short.
"Wait. Did he just call my father his Uncle and imply that my father was a god?"
Me: Yes, I got the idea for this after see how little I wrote about Thalia in my story A Midnight's Dream©.
Next Chapter: Waiting.
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