Point of Khaos

Time is weird

Percy sighed and rolled over, closing his eyes in a fruitless attempt to sleep.

After a few more unsuccessful attempts to position himself comfortably on the rock he gave up and stood.

He began to pick his way down the cliff.

He placed his feet carefully on a ledge almost as wide as a bookshelf as his fingers gripped an even smaller ledge.

He reached for another outcrop but his foot slipped and dread settled in his stomach as time slowed and then sped up as he tumbled down the cliff.
He landed on the floor with a thump.

He groaned and used a ledge to pull himself up.

He blinked blood out of his eyes and spat some onto the ground, examining his hand.

It seemed to him that it was sprained.

He thanked the gods that it wasn't broken.

He nursed his hand while examining the rest of his body.

Besides the sprained wrist he had a gash on his leg, a deep cut on his forehead and scratches all over.

He dug in his pocket with his uninjured hand and pulled out a crumbling square of ambrosia.

This isn't gonna last long.

He thought gloomily.

He ate a small bit of it, hoping to heal his wrist at least a bit and stave off infection in his cuts.

He ripped off one of his sleeves and tied it in a tourniquet around his leg, the other sleeve was ripped off a moment later and he managed to tie it around his head to help stop the bleeding.

He limped towards a small cave, collapsing gratefully into it the moment he stepped over the threshold.

I need to find a way to kill monsters... was his last coherent thought before he drifted into Hypnos' realm.

When Percy awoke hours later he felt rejuvenated and surprisingly awake. Breathing still hurts but he would adjust in time.

He dragged himself to his feet, wincing when he forgot about his wrist and accidentally put his weight on it and left the cave.

What could I use to make a weapon... He wondered.

"The glass!" He yelled aloud, overjoyed to have found a possible solution.

He made his way back to the river bank and grabbed the biggest shard he could find, two medium shards, a slightly shorter shard and a lot of small shards.

He made his way back to the cave, having decided that it was a good base for the moment.

He blunted one of the medium pieces and used it to make a splint for his wrist with some material cut off his jeans.

He cut off more, turning his jeans into shorts and used the material to make grips for the long shard and the two medium shards.

It was hard working with only one hand but he managed.

He used a rock to sharpen those and the small shards.

Now he had a way to fight.

He used the leftover material to make a kind of bandolier and slid the small shards in, sheathed the long shard behind his back and the medium ones by his side.

--------Time Skip-------------

Percy pushed aside the drakon skin curtain and entered his cave.
It had come far in the many years he'd been living in it. As soon as his wrist had healed he'd hunted as many drakons as he could, remembering from his first venture into Tartarus that Damasen used the meat and skin.