Percy, Oh Percy!

The End of the Beginning

SORRY! People said continue the story. So I'll continue the story. But I'm deleting the old parts and rewriting this my own way. Once again, if this upsets someone, I really am sorry. It's just the old parts were written 2 years ago and had LOADS of mistakes and was very unprofessional. 

I thought I knew. I thought I knew what it felt like to be at the bottom of the world. To have the weight of everyone and everything on my shoulders. Apparently, I was wrong.

Wrong. I've been wrong more times than I can count but I'd rather always be wrong if I could just make this one moment right. But I can't do that. You can't stop the future, you can't rewind the past. All you can do is live in the present. But that's not easy. Not now. Not ever. Nor will it ever be.

Rumors. Rumors, they're ruining my life. Ever since I've decided to stop venturing out of camp people have been spreading rumors about me. Rumors that I'm not the same "hero" I was. I never asked to be a "hero". If you were in my shoes, you'd do all the same I did. Anyone would. It's not fair to label me anything more than what I am, but then again, I've never said no to being called a hero.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that it's scary what I am. Because what I am is something you wouldn't expect. I am me. I am Percy Jackson, nothing more. Nothing special.  

Knock Knock

I lift myself off my bed and walk towards the door. Slow and steady, watching every step. 

"Hello?" I ask as I open the door. "Chiron! What are you doing at this hour?"

No that's a lie. I know exactly what he's doing here. I just don't want to admit it.

"Well Percy... we need to talk"

No, we really don't. Chiron walks over and sits on my bed and waves his hand towards me, motioning for me to sit with him. All I can do is comply.

A long cold, dreadful silence shifts throughout the room.

"There is no easy way to say this Percy, there isn't really"

Then you don't have to say it.

"Percy, I'm afraid you know what I mean"

I do but I'll keep pretending that I don't.

"Percy..."

"This isn't going away Percy."

"I don't want to do this Percy, believe me, I don't"

Then don't do it. Please.

"I'm afraid due to recent circumstances, I'll have to ask you to leave this camp, and never return."

Please. Don't. Please...

"I'll give you the night to pack your bags"

And with that, he left me. Sitting alone on my bed, in the dead of night. Wondering, just wondering, how this all went so terribly wrong...

A nice little short chapter. The next one will hopefully be a bit longer but I needed to get the beginning portions out of the way before we can jump into the story. Cheers!