Hi there, WeskerKing1 back from a vert, very, long hiatus caused by the removal of my Sword Art Online story. Now, this is kind of a beta chapter, as I'm trying to decide whether to do a new story from this point continuing on wards, or starting at a further part, and have what would be written from the former shown through memories.
Plot: Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon; at least, that's what Rick Riordan taught us. However, after some insight into Riordan's past and parentage, I am beginning to believe that he didn't tell us the truth, and not because I believe that it was a fictional story. No, I think it was simply Riordan covering up the true story of one Perseus Jackson, really called Perceus. Perceus Andromeda Jackson, daughter of Poseidon and an, at the time of conception, female Jupiter, a daughter of both Roman and Greek Pantheons. That is who she truly is, and what is written below, is the truth of her story.
"Is it true?" Chiron asked Grover, his face grim.
Grover could only nod, hi expression dazed.
I tried to ask what was going on, but Chiron grabbed me by the arm and effortlessly lifted me onto his back. Together we thundered up Half-Blood Hill, where a small crowd had started to gather.
I expected to see the Fleece missing from the pine tree, but it was still there, glittering in the first light of dawn. The storm had broken and the sky was bloodred.
"Curse the Titan lord," Chiron said. "He's tricked us again, given himself another chance to control the prophecy."
"What do you mean? I asked.
"The Fleece," he said, turning to me. "The Fleece did its work to well."
We galloped forward, everyone moving out of their way. There at the base of the tree, a girl was lying unconscious. Another girl in Greek armour was kneeling next to her.
Water and lightning roared in my ears. I couldn't think straight. Little Princess (Annabeth) had been attacked? But then… why was the Fleece still there?
The tree itself looked perfectly fine, whole and healthy, suffused with the essence of the Golden Fleece.
"It healed the tree," Chiron said, his voice ragged. "And poison was not the only thing it purged."
Then I realized Princess wasn't the one lying on the ground; she was the one in armour, kneeling next to the unconscious girl. When she saw us, she ran to Chiron. "It… she… just suddenly there…"
Her stormy grey eyes were streaming with tears, but I still didn't understand. I leaped off Chiron's back ad ran toward the unconscious girl. Chiron yelled at me to wait, but I ignored him.
I knelt by her side. She had short black hair and freckles across her nose. She was built like a long distance runner; lither and strong, and she wore clothes much like my own; somewhere between punk and Goth-a black T-shirt, and a leather jacket with buttons from a bunch of bands I doubt many people have ever heard of.
She wasn't a camper (at least, not one I knew of). I didn't recognize her from any of the cabins, and yet… I had the strangest feeling I'd seen her before…
"It's true," I heard Grover from behind me, panting from the hill. "I can't believe…"
Nobody else came close to the girl.
I put my hand on her forehead; her skin was cold, but my finger tips tingled as if shocked by continuous bolts of static electricity.
"She needs nectar and ambrosia!" I yelled. She was clearly a half-blood, whether she was a camper or not. I could sense that just from one touch, I didn't understand why everyone was acting so scared.
I took her by the shoulders and lifted her into a sitting position, resting her head on my shoulder (which was a challenging thing, considering she was slightly taller than I was).
"Come on!" I yelled angrily to the others. "What's wrong with you people!? Let's get her to the Big House!"
No one moved, not even Chiron. They were all too stunned.
Then the girl took a shaky breath. She coughed and opened her eyes, and I gasped.
Her irises were startlingly blue—electric blue, the same shade that my left eye had been before my dad, Poseidon, claimed me (my right eye was sea-green, the same colour as my father's eyes, and my right slowly became sea-green as well).
The girl stared at me in bewilderment, shivering and wild-eyed. "Who…"
"I'm a friend," I said. "You're safe now."
"No," I assured her. "You're okay, what's you name?"
And that's when I knew it, before she even answered it.
The girl's eyes, which were so strikingly similar what mine had been, stared into me. And I understood what the Golden Fleece quest had been about. Luke poisoning the tree. Everything. Kronos had done it to bring another chess piece into play—another chance to control the prophecy.
Even Chiron, Princess, and Grover (all of which should have been celebrating this moment) were too shocked, thinking about what it might mean for the future. And I was holding someone who was destined to be my best friend, or my possible worst enemy.
"I'm Thalia," she said. "Daughter of Zeus."
"Percy," I said. "Daughter of Poseidon."
I know, it is almost word for word out of the book. And before I say anything, no I am not claiming Riordan's work as my own. I will very openly say that I used Sea of Monsters for a reference point, but most of this was written from memory of what he himself wrote. I will not lay in a disclaimer, because it should be on my profile that is applicable to all of the stories I use. If I bring in any ideas from other stories, I will say it in the author notes.
Now, the second chapter will be the second form of what I could write, which takes place at the beginning of Son of Neptune, when Percy and Juno get to the tunnel leading to Camp Jupiter.