Percabeth: Saving Percy Part 2

Percabeth: Saving Percy

Part 2

PERCY'S POINT OF VIEW


It was the hardest thing I've ever done, pretending I didn't remember Annabeth.

Here's how I see it.

I get to this dumb Roman camp, pretend to belong, to show that I was the son of Pos- I mean Neptune, and then start training. Or, retraining, I should say. Oh, and that tattoo they put on my arm? Man that hurt. I don't need that constant reminder on my skin that I'm a son of Poseidon. I get that enough from the monsters that follow me every waking minute of my days, just because I'm a half-blood.

Training with the Romans was tough. They fought tooth and nail, in a sort of all-inclusive brutality that made my hair stand on end every time we had to fight each other. Gone was the sense of camaraderie and friendship that made Camp Half-Blood so worthwhile. The number of campers I'd seen taken away in stretches after fights in this camp was unnerving. Who would want to stay here?

Oh right. The hundreds of Roman campers who were fighting my Camp Half-Blood friends at this very moment.

And of course, you're thinking, "wow Percy, you're being a real jerk to Annabeth right now and if you remember her, why the heck would you pretend you don't?"

Well my friends, it's not as simple as all that.

There are a lot of dark things out there.

You think, "hey, I just battled Kronos, the most evil Titan Lord of all time, won, and effectively saved the world from being destroyed. Time for a nap and some lemonade."

Wrong.

Ahh that would be nice though…

What actually happened was this: there were about five months of calm. The end of summer to about winter break, to be exact. It was awesome. I went to school, of course with the occasional monster battle, and got to see Annabeth on the weekends, which was completely awesome. And then, about the second day of my winter break, poof. I get stolen.

No, I'm not so lame that I just get kidnapped every time I sit down unattended.

I defeated Kronos, damn it!

I fell asleep (a perfectly normal behavior, I might add), and the next thing I know, I'm abandoned, I don't know who I am, don't know where I am, and have to fight off the stupid monsters who were still hunting me down.

The only thing, well person, I remember from my life was Annabeth.

I could remember her down to the last golden curl, waving down her back.

Every fleck of light in those grey eyes.

This is really killing me. Staring at her after I tied her up. As if the act of actually tying my girlfriend to a palm tree wasn't bad enough, then I had to look into those betrayed eyes, hear that voice, pretend I didn't care…

But the threat was too great. If I showed any sign of recognition, they would kill her. They would kill my Annabeth.

Of course, then the nonsense really started.

Gods, my life is a circus.

I had no idea what to call them, cause I had definitely never seen monsters like these, but they were quick as a lightning strike and somehow even less subtle. Whereas lightning is accompanied by thunder and lights up the sky only for a split second, these creatures tried a different approach.

Yeah, I think they were still going for the dramatic "lightning strike" type of attack, but much more annoying.

Like seriously, SHUT UP.

Not only do these creeps show up out of NOwhere, sporting blinding neon yellow suits and boom-boxes blasting the most booming, obnoxious rap song I've ever heard, but no sooner do they come then they have Annabeth blindfolded and are trying to restrain me, too.

And naturally, being the quick-thinking hero that I am, with all of these superb methods to catch the enemy off their guard, I put up a really great fight, struggling hopelessly in their grip while trying to get a look at the what they were through the blinding neon that was leaving yellow spots in front of my eyes.

Dang these monsters were smart. Blind the hero with neon, why don't you.

And naturally, in the process of struggling aimlessly, I slipped and fell in the sand.

Annabeth's screams broke my heart into a million pieces.

"The chloroform, imbecile!"

Annabeth's screams died out as I felt the shaft of an arrow break against my invincible skin. I saw her limp body slumped against the palm in drugged slumber.

"NO!" I cried out, but my screams were silenced by an enormous neon hand.

The last thing I saw before blacking out was what looked like a million suns, blinding my eyes.



To be continued…