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Percy Jackson: Wouldn’t You know it

okay here we go waking up in a void is hard. but having no choice but to leave it is annoying. even worse when I can’t choose where to go. Percy Jackson isn’t that bad of a universe. just need to be careful. At least I’m not the Main character. wait what, I’m the main character. oh man everything is gonna hurt soon, isn’t it? *I don’t own Percy Jackson, that honor goes to Rick riordan*

ReaderOfTheSwords · Book&Literature
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chapter 8-My Choice

Chapter Eight

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I don't know where I am right now. I'm somewhere dark, and all I see is a flicker of light. I walk towards it till I see a campfire in the distance. I walk towards it and see someone in a hood sitting on a log. I reach there and touch their shoulders. Then I woke up.

As I open my eyes, I notice that it is still dark outside. I see that Grover is still asleep. I glance around the room to check the time. To my relief, I see that it is six o'clock in the morning. I get out of bed and make my way to the bathroom. During my shower, I feel as if I forgot something but I don't know what. After the shower, I step out feeling clarity.

I look at myself in the mirror and realize that despite taking a shower, I don't feel fresh. I can barely look myself in the eye. I know that in the future I'll be doing things just as harsh as this but I didn't think it would happen this soon. If it's this bad for me how much worse would it be for those weaker than me?

It's a dumb question that I already know. Something that I can't deal with, not unless I become some kind of god. Which I don't want to be, too limiting. Eventually, I'll have the answer to solve this. For now, I need to get ready for breakfast. Where is breakfast? Oh, right in the cafeteria.

I probably should wake up Grover.

I move towards him and attempt to wake him up. "Grover, buddy it's time to get up." Still unresponsive, I attempt again. "Grover, it's time for breakfast." At that moment he gets up. I knew that using his love for food would wake him up.

"Breakfast, what are you waiting for let's go." He jumps out of the bed and runs towards the bathroom. He then gets out a moment later in the school uniform. Then runs out of the room.

I follow after him and when we enter the lunch room we see Henry, Emily Johnathan. Usually, we would go sit at our normal table but seeing them made me think that it would be nice to have some normalcy for today, I just hope it lasts and nothing too crazy happens. OH MY GODS, what is wrong with me, I just jinxed myself. I need to watch out for everything. The others keep talking to each other leaving me paranoid.

Eventually, they noticed something was off with me. Emily surprisingly, not Grover who's too busy eating, asks me what's wrong.

"Oh, it's nothing just you know, not feeling so good."

"Well, if it's about the quiz then don't worry, we studied for this. " Piped in Grover. Where everyone then starts agreeing with him.

Well, this way I have an excuse for how I'm feeling.

"Yeah, the quiz... Mrs. Dodds is just too harsh. I just hope she doesn't give me a quiz different from you guys?" That put the conversation to a stop. We hadn't thought of something like that yesterday.

Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring

Then Johnathan spoke up, "We got to go guys". Everyone stood up from the table and started leaving the dining hall. We then entered Mrs. Dodds's classroom.

The moment she looked at us she grimaced. She then glared at us. Instead of saying anything she chose to stay quiet. While going to our seats I saw Nancy in her seat, I chose to wave at her. She for whatever reason chose to ignore me. What she doesn't know is I see the little smile at the edge of her lips.

"Well, children, it's time to do your quiz. Don't fail, okay." She said in such a joyish tone that was out of place, especially with the sinister smile on her face.

She then gave us all the papers and we started the quiz. During this time she just kept staring at me. Giving me a scrutinizing look every time I looked up.

I know that I already jinxed myself earlier but nothing has happened yet. Doing this quiz feels calming even if it seems to have questions not even on the curriculum. It's not even that hard, the questions not of the curriculum are some that are in the memories, thank the void; Even though After everything that happened yesterday, I think a normal school day isn't so bad.

At the same time after processing all that happened yesterday, I feel exhilarated. That fight may have ended badly but I won. I'm still rough around the edges but for my first fight against monsters. I know I did well.

For now, though, I should probably relax and finish this test. I can have my adrenaline running in the future. Gotta take all the time to relax.

After 40 minutes of class, Mrs. Dodds went to the front of the class after watching people write their tests over their shoulders. Something that annoyed me a lot.

"Pencils down, and put your hands on the table, NOW."

I'm bored. I thought this quiz would relax me but it didn't. I just did the quiz. Knowing her I thought the whole thing would have been a trick. She didn't do anything out of the ordinary this time. What exactly changed? I guess she is giving me weary looks now and then.

Wait weary looks. Why would she give me weary looks? She doesn't know about last night, does she? Oh, why didn't I think of that? It was a whole battlefield. I raised the water out of the river. What if Chrion Knows now?

No, if they knew about this they would probably have ambushed me when I was weak and tired. Maybe it's like how people who have been in battle for years can tell who's dangerous and who's not. Perhaps that's why she's giving me these looks.

I hope so if she only feels I'm dangerous and doesn't know I am. Then that means I still have the element of surprise against her. At least until we fight. By then she would know what kind of a threat I truly am.

She may see me as some weak, little boy. I am so much more than that.

I'm the guy who chooses whether or not this age of Gods will preserve, or be razed to the ground.

Have some idea about my story? Comment it and let me know.

I listened to an orchestra during this chapter, so I hope it feels as good as the song made it for me.

"I WILL PROTECT YOU 'TILL MY LAST BREATH | Best Epic Heroic Orchestral Music | Epic Music Mix", that's what I was listening to.

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