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Percy Jackson and the Olympians - The Lost Quest - Chapter One: I Find Myself Thinking About Annabeth in Blush-Worthy Ways.
To put it bluntly, the mission was a failure.
Not only did we lose to an oversized rodent, but it also took a chunk out of my armor with its pointy little teeth. Stupid rat, stupid day, stupid-
"PERRRRCY, LOOK OUT!" A bleated yell came from my left, and I whirled around to face the rat-on-steroids coming straight at me. It bowled me over, sending us both rolling on the tile floor in a flurry of fur and armor.
"Reeeet, reeeeeeeeeeet!"
It squealed, so loud that it ruffled my hair like wind in the grass.
"Okay, now what?!?!" I yelled at Grover, who was standing uselessly frozen to my left, as if he'd just seen Pan dance around like a showgirl in ladies underwear. At my voice, he seemed to snap out of his trance, looking over at me with a still panicked, yet serious expression on his face. "See if Riptide is back in your pocket!"
That was all he could come up with?! Gods, I wish Annabeth were here.
I ended up trying anyway, and with a triumphant exclamation, I found that Riptide - or Anaklusmos - was back in my pocket, as it usually did when I lost it. I continued to wrestle with the rat, but also struggled to get the pen in position so that right when I uncapped it.... BAM!
It squealed and growled as it fought against me, trying to get a hold on my face with its nasty little chompers. I figured I had about two seconds to do something, so with a grunt of effort I shoved the pen against its furry belly, and managed to yank the cap off. It was perfect, like clockwork. With a howl of agony, the rat looked down at its impaled stomach, and hesitated before flopping back, turning to a pile of motionless fur. It was like those Saturday morning cartoons, where Wile E Coyote doesn't realize he's going to zoom off the cliff until he looks down, which sends him falling to his imminent death.
Brushing myself off, I stood and ripped Anaklusmos out of the rats bloody stomach. Grover trotted over and bleated happily, patting my shoulder with a grin. Looking over and smiling back, I fist-bumped with my satyr friend. "Good teamwork, G-man." I'd never be caught dead admitting it, but Grover really hadn't done much on the help-your-friend-not-die part.
"You'd better Iris-message Annabeth, Percy. It you hadn't noticed, she gets kinda worried when you haven't checked in at least once in a few days." Grover looked over at me to weigh my reaction.
I tried not to, but I found myself blushing; nothing abnormal, though. I often did when people talked with me about Annabeth these days. After our first kiss, rumors started flying from the Hermes cabin, even going as far as that Annabeth and I had ssss....seeeee....s-e--... Oh my gods, I can't even THINK it. My skin prickled weirdly as I thought of it, being a guy and all. Hey, it's not my fault my hormones do that to me! She's a girl, I'm a guy, I like her, she likes me, what's the big problem with me thinking that? No, no, no, it IS a big problem for me to be thinking that; what's wrong with me?! I was 16 and, according to some of the more perverted guys at Camp, I was 'raring to go'. Ugggggghhhh, stupid thoughts, get out of my head!
Next thing I knew, I was hitting my head aggravatingly, as if I could just slam it out of my head.
"Whoa, whoa, Percy! What's wrong?!" Grover yelped as he yanked my hand away from my head, which I was repeatedly bashing. I blinked, realizing that I was hitting myself, and frowned with that ever-deepening blush coloring my cheeks.
"Nothing..." I mumbled, looking down at the ground in embarrassment. "Let's just message Annabeth..."
Grover looked at me doubtably, but said nothing as we walked out of the Museum doors.
To put it bluntly, the mission was a failure.
Not only did we lose to an oversized rodent, but it also took a chunk out of my armor with its pointy little teeth. Stupid rat, stupid day, stupid-
"PERRRRCY, LOOK OUT!" A bleated yell came from my left, and I whirled around to face the rat-on-steroids coming straight at me. It bowled me over, sending us both rolling on the tile floor in a flurry of fur and armor.
"Reeeet, reeeeeeeeeeet!"
It squealed, so loud that it ruffled my hair like wind in the grass.
"Okay, now what?!?!" I yelled at Grover, who was standing uselessly frozen to my left, as if he'd just seen Pan dance around like a showgirl in ladies underwear. At my voice, he seemed to snap out of his trance, looking over at me with a still panicked, yet serious expression on his face. "See if Riptide is back in your pocket!"
That was all he could come up with?! Gods, I wish Annabeth were here.
I ended up trying anyway, and with a triumphant exclamation, I found that Riptide - or Anaklusmos - was back in my pocket, as it usually did when I lost it. I continued to wrestle with the rat, but also struggled to get the pen in position so that right when I uncapped it.... BAM!
It squealed and growled as it fought against me, trying to get a hold on my face with its nasty little chompers. I figured I had about two seconds to do something, so with a grunt of effort I shoved the pen against its furry belly, and managed to yank the cap off. It was perfect, like clockwork. With a howl of agony, the rat looked down at its impaled stomach, and hesitated before flopping back, turning to a pile of motionless fur. It was like those Saturday morning cartoons, where Wile E Coyote doesn't realize he's going to zoom off the cliff until he looks down, which sends him falling to his imminent death.
Brushing myself off, I stood and ripped Anaklusmos out of the rats bloody stomach. Grover trotted over and bleated happily, patting my shoulder with a grin. Looking over and smiling back, I fist-bumped with my satyr friend. "Good teamwork, G-man." I'd never be caught dead admitting it, but Grover really hadn't done much on the help-your-friend-not-die part.
"You'd better Iris-message Annabeth, Percy. It you hadn't noticed, she gets kinda worried when you haven't checked in at least once in a few days." Grover looked over at me to weigh my reaction.
I tried not to, but I found myself blushing; nothing abnormal, though. I often did when people talked with me about Annabeth these days. After our first kiss, rumors started flying from the Hermes cabin, even going as far as that Annabeth and I had ssss....seeeee....s-e--... Oh my gods, I can't even THINK it. My skin prickled weirdly as I thought of it, being a guy and all. Hey, it's not my fault my hormones do that to me! She's a girl, I'm a guy, I like her, she likes me, what's the big problem with me thinking that? No, no, no, it IS a big problem for me to be thinking that; what's wrong with me?! I was 16 and, according to some of the more perverted guys at Camp, I was 'raring to go'. Ugggggghhhh, stupid thoughts, get out of my head!
Next thing I knew, I was hitting my head aggravatingly, as if I could just slam it out of my head.
"Whoa, whoa, Percy! What's wrong?!" Grover yelped as he yanked my hand away from my head, which I was repeatedly bashing. I blinked, realizing that I was hitting myself, and frowned with that ever-deepening blush coloring my cheeks.
"Nothing..." I mumbled, looking down at the ground in embarrassment. "Let's just message Annabeth..."
Grover looked at me doubtably, but said nothing as we walked out of the Museum doors.
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This is a fan fiction about Percy Jackson and the Olympians! WHEWT! This is essentially like book six, but of course, Rick Riordan did not write it. I love his series intensely, and read them constantly. Best. Book. Series. Ever. This is also sort of like a Percy/Annabeth book, so please enjoy this and read, read, read!
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not a bad start, looking forward to where this is going