The Son of Neptune (JJRawesome)

The Son of Neptune
Filius aquae novum fabula

Chapter 1: Percy
I woke up in utter confusion with a sharp pain in my head. Where am I? And more importantly, who? I thought. Then I remembered. My name is Percy Jackson. I was wearing a slightly torn orange t-shirt that said “CHB” on it and a strange clay necklace. A bronze sword was impaled into the ground a foot away from me. I picked it up and it turned into a pen. Then I saw 2 girls walk toward me.

One had long, dark red hair and brown eyes that were puffy, like she’d been crying.

The other had short, dark hair, hazel eyes and a good tan. She was talking to the other girl.

The red haired girl said “Hazel, just shut up--”

Then the other girl, Hazel, said “Dakota just gave a prophecy. He might come to us!”

“And what if he doesn’t? What if I have to lie in waiting this whole time, waiting for a hero who just won’t show up?” the redhead said.

“Now, Reyna. It’s not like that…”

Then they noticed me. Oh great.

The redhead, Reyna, whipped something out of her pocket. Then a knife hit my forehead and bounced off as if I was made of reinforced titanium.

She took out another knife as well as a Roman sword…a gladius.

I grabbed my sword and she swung. I went on autopilot and when I came out, Hazel was on the floor, pinned by my foot, and I had my sword pointed at Reyna’s throat and her sword in my other hand behind her neck.

“Hi. Percy Jackson.” I said.

“Reyna Rudas.” she said.

The girl who was under my foot murmured “Hazel Smith.”

I let Reyna go and gave her her sword back.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica">“So, where am I?” I asked her.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica">“This is the Wolf House. Our Camp’s not that far from here.” Reyna said.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica">Then a she-wolf with auburn fur and eyes as silver and mysterious as mist walked up.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica">''Reyna, Hazel. What are you doing here?'' She asked.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica">“We were just---” Reyna said.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica">''Trying to go on a quest without my permission. Dakota has already told me. She knows this is not your quest. How long until you understand that? ''It said, sternly and angrily.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica">“I’m sorry.” Reyna said, ashamed.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica">''You should be. And this must be…yes. What is your name, young one?'' the she-wolf asked.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica">“Percy Jackson.” I replied.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica">''Yes. I am Lupa. But you must still be tested. I don’t care how ‘special’ you are. ''The she-wolf, Lupa said.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica">She brought me inside the Wolf House. There were many obstacles. A river of lava, a statue of a wolf, and a mirror.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica">Lupa directed me to the river of lava. ''A child of mine must have no fear. Jump! ''

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica">I did the impossible. I ran back and jumped. I did a backflip and landed. Then she lead me to the wolf statue. It became a real wolf, with messy white fur, gleaming red eyes and fangs like chainsaws.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica">''A child of mine must have no mercy. Kill it!'' Lupa said.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica">It charged. I jumped over it. It charged me again. I grabbed it and threw it into the river.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica">Then, lastly, was a mirror. In it, swirling mist formed into words appeared. ‘Let go of your secrets and longings you’ve known, only then will you be a child of Rome.’ they said.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica">''A child of mine will have no secrets. Let go of your distractions. ''Lupa said.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica">I found myself focusing on the mirror and nothing else. I felt whole. For the first time in (what I thought) ever, I felt whole. Then a green trident appeared in the mist.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica">Percy Jackson, son of Neptune. Lupa said.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica">Chapter 2: Percy

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica">I followed Lupa to an extremely large hill. A wooden door was on the side, with the words “Castrorum Legionis” carved in it. Reyna opened the door and I fell through.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica; color: #333233">“This--” Hazel said “--Is Legion Camp.”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica; color: #333233">Legion Camp was a large opening in the hill. 14 3 story buildings were put in the shape of a rectangle with an opening in it. Lupa directed me to one that was blue with a green door and violet trim.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica; color: #333233">Neptune’s barrack. Lupa told me.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica; color: #333233">I went inside and chose one of the rooms on the second floor. I went up to the third and looked across at one that was silver with a gold trim.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica; color: #333233">“Juno’s cabin.” a voice said behind me.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica; color: #333233">Reyna was leaning against the wall.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica; color: #333233">“You’re a daughter of Neptune?” I asked.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica; color: #333233">“Heck, no.” Reyna said. “I’m a daughter of Rivalitas.” she said, pointing to the 14th cabin. It was brown with a red trim. I looked back into the window of Juno’s cabin. The bed looked like it had been recently slept in. Clothes were scattered across the floor, and personal belongings were tucked neatly on shelves. Posters lined the wall.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica; color: #333233">“That’s Jason’s cabin.” Reyna said sadly. “The son of Jupiter. My boyfriend.”

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica; color: #333233">“If he’s the son of Jupiter, why does he stay in Juno’s cabin?” I asked.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica; color: #333233">“He’s Juno’s champion.” Reyna said.

<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica; color: #333233">“Oh.” I replied.