Percy P.O.V
Huff, Huff, Huff, I've got to get away! Mom told me to run! Oh no! It's here!
I woke up a few seconds later. It was over by a nearby tree, busy whacking it with an axe. It was an ugly brute, towering over me at twelve feet tall. It had hooved feet, as well as a furry torso, like a cow, or horse. It's midsection was exactly like a human's, except much more muscular. The head though, was a monstrosity. It was almost as if someone has taken a bull's head, and attached it to the rest of the body. It also had a huge axe.
All of a sudden, it noticed me and it roared, a horrible sound as if one thousand spirits from the gates of hades were roaring in pain and anger. It charged at me with surprising speed for a huge the last second I jumped out of the way on instinct. I felt like I had been doing this all my life, but I hadn't, so I was mystified of where these reactions came from.
While I was pondering this, a voice spoke gently in my head. "Take this young one, and defend thyself." The bull-man ran at me when all of a sudden in a flash of light, a pen appeared in my hand. Great; I thought, now I can stab it with a pen. But when I went to take off the lid, it turned into a sword, so I did the natural thing; I swung at the bull-man. It disappeared in a scream of rage, and it seemed to dissolve into a fine yellow powder before my eyes. I started to relax, when I remembered about my mom. I stabbed my sword violently into the ground and let out a scream of pure, unadulterated, sorrow and rage. I faintly remember the ground shaking, and a girl running out of the trees yelling at me to stop before I fainted in her arms.
When I woke up, I noticed the girl was sitting nearby, tending to a small campfire. She looked to be about 16, and she has raven hair and sea-green eyes. At this I gasped. I remembered my mother's last words to me. "Find thy sister in the forest, thee looks a bit like thou except older." I sat up a little bit straighter, and mustered up the rest of my courage. I couldn't look weak in front of my presumed older sister! I slowly reached out and tapped her on the shoulder. When she turned around, I weakly asked the question. "What is thy name?." She replied slowly, like she didn't want to tell me. "I'm Elena Achilles Jackson." I did a double-take at this. She than asked me what my name was. "I'm Perseus. Perseus Theseus Jackson." This time it was her turn to do the double-take. She ran to me and hugged me tightly. She started to cry into my shoulder. After a few minutes she composed herself and said softly "Wait a minute, this isn't right. I should be the one comforting thou, not the other way around!" At this we both laughed. Then I realized something. "Hold up! Where did my pen go?!" She looked skeptically at me until her eyes widened in realization. "Thine pen? Anaklusmos belongs to thou?" "Anakl-what?" I spluttered. "Thine sword! Riptide! Only the greatest Celestial bronze sword in all of Greek history!" After she shouted that to me, she reached in her pocket and pulled out a pen. For the next hour after I got Riptide back, she explained to me all of the powers that we had. At first I was confused, because we seemed to have a lot of water based power, but eventually I made the connection. "Elena." "Yes?" "Why do we have so many water based powers?" "Well, Percy, can I call thy Percy?" "Of course! Thou are my sister!" "Well Percy, We are the children of one Greek God…" "Wait, so we're the children of the god Pose-" "Yes" She said this bitterly, as if she held a grudge against our father. "Elena, why do thou seem to have a grudge against our father?" She froze stiffly, before slowly relaxing and deciding to tell me. "We had another, older brother named John. He was stabbed through the back by a dracaena." "What does this have to do with our father?" "Our father cannot directly interfere with our lives, but he could have protected John, and he refused to." I realized that while he may not be as big of a cheat as Zeus, he was still being a horrible father to us. I calmly walked to the nearest puddle and yelled into it. "Why didn't thou protect John from the dracaena?! Why weren't thou there for me?! Did you help thy daughter at all?! If you cared at all, thou would be here actually listening to me!" After this outburst, I walked into the tent and laid down. I contemplated a few things about what had happened in my life.
Percy P.O.V. age 4
"Percy!" I heard my mom calling to me. She was the sweetest woman in the world. She had married this horrible, stinky man named Gabe Ugliano. Imagine that a 90 year old skunk had crawled into a sulfur mine and died, and it was covered in a gym sock and old cheese. Now imagine that 300 times worse. You still won't have Gabe's smell. I have no idea why she married him. She was way out of his league. Once, when Gabe said that there was no such thing as blue foods, my mom went completely out of her way to make all of the foods she cooked blue. She worked at a candy shop, while Gabe worked at a produce market, but never showed up for work. He mostly stayed home, playing games with his buddies. The only relief I ever got from Smelly Gabe, as I called him, was when we went to our summer cabin on the beach, but even then, we had to take Gabe's chariot. We lived in a place called Ancient Greece, and my mom explained that people born in Ancient Greece were half immortal! Then I heard the Twang! Of a bow and arrow from downstairs while I had been thinking."
After I finished remembering that fateful day, I blew out the candle, and the darkness overtook my mind.