Percy Jackson Fanfiction: Glaciem(First Version)

Chapter Eleven

PERCY'S POV (AN: New cover is by @MissMythoMagic who creates awesome covers when she's bored)

update: i'm so sad. i don't talk to MissMythoMagic anymore :( this account is more popular (by a ton) than my other one, but i like my other one more now because i have so many friends in that fandom. the bright side of being in a fandom that has a small community on wattpad, i guess.

When I wake up, the first thing I think is: someone's here with me.

I grab for my sword, but it isn't there.

I create a sword from thin air, only to have it shattered by a stronger force.

I sigh and give up.

I turn to face the person.

I'm shocked to see who it is.

I bow and greet him.

"Lord Boreas."

He nods.

"I believe you haven't met me yet."

"No, my Lord."

He makes a brushing movement with his hand.

"Enough with the 'Lord's. I'm here to help you."

I scowl, "I don't need help."

"No. Not now. But I can give you more ice powers and hone the ones you have now. The ones you have now are not enough for the future, Perseus."

I wince at my name.

"Please, it's Glaciem."

He nods.

"This will be a temporary protection for you as well. While you receive the powers, nobody can get near you." With that, he sends a mass of energy into me.

All I remember is a flood of energy and an icy cold shiver run through me before I blacked out.

When I wake up, I feel powerful.

Then I hear a growl.

I turn to face a white wolf that looks absolutely murderous.

Probably cause I injured one of his friends...

I glare at it using the 'wolf-stare' Lupa had taught me so many years ago.

The wolf seems to recognize it, and it backs down.

I turn and run.

There's a lot of running nowadays.

I find another place to rest for awhile.

Then, I feel a cold, stabbing pain inside my head.

A voice is talking to me. It almost sounds like me.

It's whispering bad things in my ears.

I'm losing it. That voice is controlling me.

I unintentionally freeze the water droplets on the leaves around me.

I admire the sparkling light the ice creates.

Suddenly, I hear a shout.

The Hunters appear, along with a lot of campers.

Dangit.

I turn and run, again.

After a couple steps though, I feel the same pain again.

The voice comes back.

I stumble and fall.

I can hear the whispers behind me. They're wondering what's wrong with me.

I turn around.

I draw Pagonias.

"Oh, Boreas, please get me out of here," I whisper as I touch the flat end of my blade to my forehead.