PERCY JACKSON DID NOT KNOW HOW HE GOT THERE. He did not remember anything, except for waking up on a rocky beach that was devoid of any light. Somehow, he got from there to here without even realizing. He remembered nothing.
Though he also did not know where here was. There were a lot of others like him, but they were all milling around, most of them hunched over small devices that they gripped tightly in their hands.
"Those are phones," said the exasperated voice in Percy's head. "They're mortals, so they can use phones. But you're a demigod, so you can expect trouble if you so much as use one."
"Demigod?" Percy wondered aloud. "What does that mean?"
The voice did not answer, but that didn't surprise him. Seconds after waking up, the voice had popped into existence in his mind. It told him that his name was Percy Jackson. But when Percy asked it where he was, why he was there, what was there, and many more questions, the voice had not answered.
Stretching towards the sky in front of him was a towering...something.
"Building," the voice said. "That's a building. The Empire State Building, in fact. Go inside."
Percy did as the voice instructed, maneuvering his way through the throng of pedestrians. Most didn't mind him, but some shot him nasty looks. He merely lowered his head, and tried to look invisible, a feat easier said than done since he was tall. Really tall. Much taller than those who were glaring at him.
"Why do they look so mad at me?" Percy asked the voice as he shouldered his way into the Empire State Building.
"They're people. They're easily offended. Now, go to the front desk, and ask the man there to take you to the 600th floor."
Percy frowned to himself. "The building is tall, but it didn't look that tall. 600 is a lot, right?"
The voice sighed loudly in his mind. "Gods, this is going to be hard. Just go."
There was no line at the desk, so Percy was able to easily make his way to the man standing behind it.
"Yes?" the man asked.
"I'd like to go to the 600th floor please," Percy said nervously, his fingers tapping on the edge of the counter.
The man studied him closely. "Are you Percy Jackson?"
Percy nodded uneasily. How did this man know his name?
The man smiled. "Good, for a second there, I thought you had gotten lost or something. You're the last one."
"The last one?" repeated Percy.
"Yeah, follow me."
The man joined him on the other side, and led him to the elevator. He slid something into a slot, and pressed a button. The man gestured for Percy to walk in.
"Good luck," said the man cheerfully before the doors slid shut, separating them.
"Thanks?" Percy said too late. "Hey, voice? Why did he wish me luck?"
"Who can tell. Maybe he saw how confused you looked, and is wishing you luck for standing in the elevator without dying."
YOU ARE READING
A Game of Promises
Fanfiction" But a game of promises is a difficult game to play. Especially when there's so much to loose " A Heroes of Olympus dystopian in which... ~Gaea was never defeated ~Leo Valdez was never killed ~The gods never won the war, and Gaea did The Demigod Ga...
