Who:Percy Jackson and OPEN What:Arrival When:Tonight Where:kansassss Warnings:TBA!
My dreams were restless. I heard Kronos taunting me from the depths of Tartarus. The titans cold laughter filled the darkness, then my dream changed. I was following Tyson my half Cyclops brother to the bottom of the sea into the Court of Poseidon. It was a beautiful hall filled with blue light and the floor cobbled with pearls. And there on a throne of coral sat my father the Sea God dressed like a simple fisherman in Khaki shorts and a t-shirt. I looked up at his worn and tan face, his brilliant green eyes stared into my own and he spoke two words "Brace yourself."
Percy woke with a start. Sunlight pouring into his cabin and kissing his face with a warm glow. Raising his hand to block it Percy sat up in bed, sheets falling away from him and pooling at his lap. His own bed at Camp Half-Blood. He never realized how much he missed it. Ever since he found out he was a demi god, his life had become a whirlwind. There were quests to be had and dangerous games of Capture the Flat to survive. For a minute Percy just reflected on everything that had happened in his last year and a half at camp. It was the first time since his arrival that he really had time to let everything sink in, and now all he could worry about was Poseidon's warning.
Brushing some of his dark messy hair from his face, he stood and pulled on his clothes. Thumbing in the pocket of his jeans he found riptide, his ball point pen that would at speechless command become a sword. It had been a gift from Chiron, the centaur activity director who saved his life from his evil monster math teacher. Yes it was true as cliche as it sounded because he was sure at every point in a kid's life they thought that their math teachers were evil. His actually had been. She had been a winged beast called a Fury. It was kind of amusing really now that he'd literally survived math class and thought about it.
Everything was finally starting to make sense. Like why his grades were so dismal, and why he could barely squeak by a year at a school without being thrown out. He wasn't human. He didn't belong in the moral world, his brain was hardwired for Ancient Greek, not English. The only way he survived English class was thanks to spell check and technology.
Camp Half-Blood had become much more then summer camp, it was home. He wasn't just that weird ADHD kid anymore that stood out to bullies, he was destined for something much bigger. No pressure right?
If only he'd known just what he was destined for, he might not have ever stepped out of his cabin and into Lawrence Kansas. He was dressed in his orange Camp Half-Blood shirt, jacket and pants with his backpack in hand ready for what was supposed to be a day of chariot racing to a small unfamiliar college town instead. His eyes full of confusion and curiosity, he walked onto the nearest crowded sidewalk. Was this what Poseidon had been warning him about?