Disclaimer: Seriously? I'm a 10 year old girl, and why in Hades would Uncle Rick make fanfiction off his own content?Btw, the italics are either for being stressed on or the Person who's POV it is thoughts.
Percy POV
Percy was walking through the streets of Manhattan. He finished the war with Gaia and the whole Apollo thing was resolved. Now he only had one problem,
School.
Like, come one. How does one compete with the school education system? But Percy knew he had to get into college,to be with Annabeth. So, he was taking a walk, trying to clear his mind from all of the formulas for Chemistry or vocabulary for english. Everything was fine, until he found a hellhound.
He didn't want to admit it, but he still kind of felt guilty when he faces a hellhound, about to kill it, because it reminded him of Mrs.O'Leary, but he had to keep reminding himself that this is not Mrs.O'Leary, and it gets kind of easy to remember when it tries to kill me.
The hellhound was stirring, and than it's actions started getting broader. Percy instinctively put his hand to his pocket, where there lay his pen, Anaklusmos, or Riptide. He took it out and uncapped it and there lay his sword, it's celestial bronze gleaming in the sunlight. They were in an area Percy liked to go to to be alone, so he didn't think mortals would walk into them at this time. The hellhound started walking in a circle, while Percy was getting ready for a fight, not daring to take his eyes of of it. Than, it lunged at Percy. Percy ducked out of the way. He tried to give it a strike of his own, but it jumped out of the way. Man this guy is quick
After about 40 seconds of fighting, the hellhound got a hit, yeah, you heard me, the famous Percy Jackson getting hit by a hellhound? Well, it's no big deal, no demigod is perfect, we can have our weak moments sometimes. It was a large slash on his back from his waist to below his hair. It was big, and he couldn't take his bag for ambrosia, now could he. And, with black dots dancing in front of his eyes, he finally hit the hellhound with the but of his sword, don't ask how, studying can make you think the weirdest things, hence the fighting-with-the-bottom-of-his-sword-instead-of-the-sharpest-point. It got confused for a moment and than, using that moment, Percy put his sword on the hellhound and it turned into dust. Percy was filled with cuts all over his body.
The scar on his back was making him feel tired, and that is bad when you are alone and with no explanation of what to say if a mortal were to find him. Plus, the gold dust around him, he didn't think that was on the periodic table; trust me, he had to look at it almost every single day.
As Percy put his sword down, his body finally took over, and he collapsed.