Disclaimer: me no own pjo
T-T
Percy woke up with a cold sweat.
He quickly wiped the trickle of drool on his face and noticed was that he was lying down on a strange cocoon-like bedding. Interestingly enough, it was held on only two ends by just some rope to a tree while the cloth itself wrapped around him like a cocoon.
He had never see it before, and it didn't really look like it would work the way it would.
But, it worked.
Strange as it was, the bed had an elasticity he had never felt before that made it rather fun to bounce on.
As he moved to sit up, the cradle swayed along to his movement, making him awkwardly stabilize himself with his arms, the joints of his body made audible popping sounds.
Percy didn't think much of the popping sounds as they were a bit common when you haven't moved in a while. but like a tidal wave the memories flood in as he vaguely remembered what happened.
For some reason, he couldn't exactly remember what happened but Percy was sure that his bones were definitely broken?
However, it didn't look like anything was broken.
He felt fine.
Percy let out a sigh of relief and allowed his body to relax a bit.
Suddenly, his mind felt twisted, spinning like an optical illusion. Hunger gnawed at stomach making its acid crawl up his chest. His stomach felt queasy, and it felt like he could throw up his insides at any moment.
The space around him felt distorted and out of place.
Everything felt much larger than it should've.
It felt as though he could feel everything.
See everything.
All of the trees in the forest felt like they were right beside him. His ear felt the footsteps of the world like heart-rate monitor. Each step was a pulse that came from every direction
The world was a petri dish, and he was the magnifying glass.
His unfocused eyes began to gain clarity, where he briefly accessing his location, before it was stripped from him just as fast as it came.
His attention or rather what was left of it went elsewhere.
His mind lost track of whatever he was thinking about as forehead began to burn up. A reddish hue glowed from him, but it was indistinguishable from the soft rays of the setting sun.
Clawing at his head, he thrashed around in the cradle, falling out the cradle and slamming his head onto the dirt. He writhed on the ground in agony.
Each second felt excruciatingly long.
His stomach felt like it was eating him alive while his forehead felt as though someone was repeatedly stamping a molten hot brand onto it.
His eyelids clenched tight, body curled in a C shape, enduring the torture.
If anyone was nearby, they would be able to see the silver crescent on his forehead have a reddish tinge to it. It was rather reminiscent of a blood moon.
His initial instinct was to call for help, but when he opened his mouth it was probably the worst mistake he could've made. His mouth was already dry and cold air essentially made it a death sentence. But by the time Percy realized it, the cold air rushed into his throat like a vacuum, instantly snuffing out his cries before he could even make a sound.
He felt as though he was in this state for what seemed like ages, although in reality only a minute had passed.
There was nothing he could do except to pray that the pain would end soon.
Eventually, the pain subsided after some odd minutes, and he had regained his consciousness.
However, neither his eyes or his body refused to move. He was stuck in an inanimate state, where he was conscious, but he couldn't move or see.
The only thing that he felt was the grass his body was lying on, the insects buzzing around, and the occasional breeze. Other than that, he was at nature's mercy.
From what he could tell, there wasn't anyone around that could help him.
Surely his mistress didn't just leave him there, right?
As much as Percy didn't want to admit it, the cold reality was that he was left there, abandoned maybe.
He could've felt anger, but Percy couldn't muster enough will to do so.
It just didn't feel right with him.
His mistress did not seem the type to abandon someone.
Her exterior seemed cold, frozen even, he was sure that she cared deeply about her people.
Perhaps, he was one of them.
Although, one could never get their hopes too up, otherwise reality will come crushing down on you.
That was one of the lessons he was taught.
The best thing to do was to access his current state and location, neither of which seemed plausible to do.
The next best thing to do was-.
His attention was directed towards the soft shuffling of grass in the distance.
Visualizing the distance of the sound to his location, he estimated that they would come in contact in approximately five seconds if they kept walking in his direction.
He counted down the seconds where they would meet.
But...
They never came. The footsteps took a sharp turn and disappeared off to the distance.
Disappointed?
Yes.
Discouraged?
Not at all.
There had to be a way out of this situation.
Suddenly, a pair of petite hands grabbed his limp body and set him on the cocoon bed in one fell motion.
On one hand, Percy was extremely impressed by their strength. On the other hand he wondered who this was because he could not even hear them approach.
Their footsteps were completely silent, and they didn't even disturb the wildlife or anything.
There was zero audio indication that would notify him of their existence.
Also, he couldn't even feel their presence up until they touched him. It was almost like they were apart of nature themselves. It was undoubtedly impressive, but it also extremely terrifying.
This person was definitely an elite.
Thankfully, it didn't seem as though they had any intention on doing anything, or else they wouldn't be cleaning his dirt stained face with a towel. If this person had any malicious intent, he could've been abducted, sold into slavery, or worse. And he wouldn't even have a chance to defend himself. Just the thought made him break into a cold sweat.
While he was thinking that, they abruptly stopped wiping his brow as if detecting his thoughts.
"You must be awake."
Percy had the faint idea that this person was a mind reader.
"You must also be thinking of something disrespectful." He could hear her frown in her voice, for which he silently apologized for.
But in his mind, this just all confirmed that she was indeed a mind reader.
Anyways, the voice that spoke was young and clear. It had a hint of cold seriousness, which sort reminded him of his mistress. Percy was going to guess her age but decided it would be a little disrespectful towards his benefactor(?).
He was fed some sort of liquid, which he assumed it was some sort of medicine, but it didn't really taste like anything.
Miraculously, Percy felt himself slowly able to re-control his body. Something that he felt like he would never be so thankful in his life for being able to do.
Just as he was about to open his eyes, she stopped him and said, "I understand you have questions, but it is late. You should rest."
Percy was about say something before the young girl added, "The mistress said."
He felt like the way she said mistress was a bit strange, but he glossed over it. It probably wasn't that important.
It was probably best that he rested like his mistress advised him, even though it felt like he should be doing something.
But, he shooed away the thought and went to sleep with the moon watching over him. Its glow particularly bright this night.
T-T
Author note: I sleep now