Broken

Chapter 1

(IN ENGLISH)

I woke up in a forest, and not just any forest. The one in camp. The damp-smelling forest that was ridden with monsters. My head pounded with a pain I couldn't remember getting, and I found I was tired to a tree. I sat on its roots, hands tied behind my back, feet tied and lazily thrown before me, along with a tight rope digging into my chest.

    I couldn't see anything, well, in terms of how light it was. It seemed to be sunset, and log shadows covered everything.

    I wondered what'd day it was, if it was a Friday or not. If it was a Friday, we'd have been playing capture the flag, and I probably just got knocked out and tied up by Connor or someone else.

    If it were, wouldn't you be guarded right now?

    The thought made my skin crawl.

    Maybe they thought the ropes were tight enough, I mean, they were right. I'm not getting out of these, and then they left. Maybe. Hopefully. Probably. Mm, actually, maybe they forgot I was here. Yeah, that really highly possible.

    I knew it wasn't the case. I wasn't in armour, and I doubted they'd have taken it or I'd taken it off. I would've been able to hear peoples yells and the ones closer taking.

    "Percy Jackson," their voice was smooth and melodic, masculine, and they sounded in awe, or like they'd just accomplished a huge feat.

    I craned my neck left and right, trying to find the person. When I looked back forward, there was a person standing there.

    They were squatting in front of my feet, forearms on their knees. I recognised that face anywhere. The disrespectful, hateful, spiteful, blond lunatic who cuts open teddies saying they tell him what the gods are saying. The guy who 'killed' himself by shooting himself by shooting himself from onager.

    Octavian Octavius (which is a really stupid name in my mind)

    I pressed myself further to the tree. "Ho...how are you...you...you died."

    He grinned, and I felt like this was extremely bad. Like, extremely bad.

    "Clearly I didn't."

    I noticed a long scar running from his hairline to his chin, along with one running down his arms. While one eye wasn't gold, he reminded me almost exactly of Luke. This was a bad thing. Luke tried to overthrow the gods.

    "God this is gonna be fun," he laughed, standing up.

    "Gods," I stated, "not god. There's more than one, as you know."

    "Oh, I don't associate myself with them anymore," he told me, "they never did anything for me anyway."

    "Gods nor goddesses do things for specific people," I told him, "sure they put in a few things every now and again for their children, but they don't just go around giving out gifts for everyone."

    "They did for you," he interrupted.

    "When?!"

    "The night you made them claim their kids," he told me, getting in my face.

    "I helped save the world. They gave us one wish. It wasn't just me."

    He laughed, but there was no humour to it. He stoped suddenly, his face going blank, and punched me over the eye. He then munched me in the gut.

    I groaned, hanging my head. He grabbed my hair, pulling my head up and in doing so, make me look down my nose at him.

    He laughed loudly. "Look at you! You cant even withstand two punches! You're weaker than I thought. I should've taken that emo boy."