The Hunter
The Choice
Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase were out on a date. The ocean was beautiful, with the moonlight sparkling in the waves. An arrow sprouted from Percy’s shoulder. He grabbed the shaft whilst falling back, shrieking in surprise and pain. Another erupted from Annabeth’s back, with the arrowhead sprouting from her chest. She sighed, her face tightened, and she breathed her last words.
“I love you…”
Percy awoke from the nightmare. He had had it every night since it had happened. He had almost lost the will to leave when his Wise Girl had been taken from him. He would never see her again, never hold her, never kiss her, never talk to her… No, he would see her in Elysium.
He had to remember that.
He sighed. His body was covered in cold sweat, and his eyes were crusted with dried tears. He shifted over, and got out of bed. Dressing himself took a few minutes longer than usual- he was still getting used to his mechanical arm. He lifted it into the light, watching the early morning sun shine from it. He loved the arm, but hated it for what it had cost him to obtain it. His best and truest friend, the first girl he had ever loved.
He knew that Annabeth would want him to move on. She would want him to get her remaining blueprints to Olympus, so the construction would be finished. He walked over to his drawer on his desk, and pulled it open. He pulled out an arrow, and studied the weapon that had taken his arm. It was identical to the one that had (he sobbed) killed Annabeth, except for one thing: the arrowhead. The one in Annabeth’s back had been pointed, like a spear. The one that had hit him had been broad, like a sword blade. It was almost like the arrow had been designed to sever a limb.
Percy pushed the thought from his mind. Why would anybody want to cut his arm off? Why not kill him? It would have been easy, he had been unconscious from blood loss. But he had lived. The arrow was made from Celestial bronze, with a gold shaft and silver feather fletching. It was large, about 2 feet long, and was sharp enough to pierce a Cyclopes’ hide.
Why were the arrows different? Why did one kill it’s target, and the other only maim?
Why couldn’t he have deflected the arrow? Well, he didn’t have Riptide on him, but Annabeth could have still been alive if he had pushed her or taken the arrow himself.
He exited his cabin. He stayed at Camp Half Blood, but it seemed empty without Annabeth. Sure, Jason was cool to hang out with, and Piper was honest and funny, but neither of them were Annabeth. He would never have her back.
“Percy, my boy, it is good to see you.” Chiron said, smiling nervously. “What’s that you have there?”
“The arrow that hit me. I was wondering if maybe you recognized it.” Percy held out the arrow, and Chiron took it.
“I sense that it was made using magic, and that it is made from Celestial Bronze, Imperial Gold and (I don't know the real name of it, so this is it’s new name) Huntress Silver. Who it was made by, I do not know.” Chiron stated.
“I had figured most of that by know, but I had never heard of the silver. Is that what the Hunters of Artemis use?” Percy inquired.
“Yes it is. However, their arrows are made in a different fashion. Also, they never use any metals other than the silver, so this couldn’t be one of theirs” Chiron said.
“Maybe I could ask Artemis herself, she might know. Maybe one of her old foes, or even a friend, uses this kind of arrow.” Percy said doubtfully.
“Well, good luck my boy.” Chiron said sadly, not sure of how Percy would proceed.
“And while I have you here, I have something for you.” Chiron said, producing a cloth bundle from his inner pocket. “It is something Annabeth was going to give you, but she never got to it. I believe that in her- ahh- absence it would be safe to give it to you. She said that if someone you loved died, it could bring them back to the world. Not as a ghost, or a spirit, but as a human. It has to be used in the underworld, but has to be used by a God or Goddess to work.”
Chiron flicked his tail nervously, not sure of how Percy would react. He took the package, and looked up at Chiron, with insane gratitude in his eyes.
“Chiron… thank you. I will care for it like I cared for her, but if history holds true… well, don’t bet on seeing it again. But I would die for her, so I would die to bring her back.”
“Good luck my boy. This is a quest, so you need companions. And two companions have already volunteered.”
“I don’t need companions. I need a miracle, and a God.”
“Then you might want to go meet your companions.” Chiron trotted off.
Percy looked around. He figured he would look in the arena first.
After looking in the arena, Percy checked the stables, campfire, cabins, Big House and even the lake. He thought of where they could be, then thought of somewhere. Archery class. Maybe they would be there?
He got to the archery area, and spotted his “companions” One of them was Thalia, his friend, who was Daughter of Zeus and the Lieutenant of the Hunters of Artemis. The other was, and upon realizing this, Percy almost passed out, Artemis herself. The Goddess looked angry, for she was in the form of a full grown woman, she was ten feet tall, glowing with power, and she had a bow in her hand.
“Lady Artemis. Thalia. I wasn’t expecting this.” Percy stated carefully.
Artemis looked down, at him, and her face softened. She seemed to notice his obvious pain, and shrank to the size of a young girl. She looked him in the eyes with sympathy and said
“My condolences Percy, I know she was very important to you.” Artemis soothed.
“I come to ask of you something, and to offer something in return.”
Thalia stiffened, and she looked like she wanted to say something, but didn’t want to upset Percy or Artemis.
“Percy Jackson, will you join the hunt?”
“I love you…”
Percy awoke from the nightmare. He had had it every night since it had happened. He had almost lost the will to leave when his Wise Girl had been taken from him. He would never see her again, never hold her, never kiss her, never talk to her… No, he would see her in Elysium.
He had to remember that.
He sighed. His body was covered in cold sweat, and his eyes were crusted with dried tears. He shifted over, and got out of bed. Dressing himself took a few minutes longer than usual- he was still getting used to his mechanical arm. He lifted it into the light, watching the early morning sun shine from it. He loved the arm, but hated it for what it had cost him to obtain it. His best and truest friend, the first girl he had ever loved.
He knew that Annabeth would want him to move on. She would want him to get her remaining blueprints to Olympus, so the construction would be finished. He walked over to his drawer on his desk, and pulled it open. He pulled out an arrow, and studied the weapon that had taken his arm. It was identical to the one that had (he sobbed) killed Annabeth, except for one thing: the arrowhead. The one in Annabeth’s back had been pointed, like a spear. The one that had hit him had been broad, like a sword blade. It was almost like the arrow had been designed to sever a limb.
Percy pushed the thought from his mind. Why would anybody want to cut his arm off? Why not kill him? It would have been easy, he had been unconscious from blood loss. But he had lived. The arrow was made from Celestial bronze, with a gold shaft and silver feather fletching. It was large, about 2 feet long, and was sharp enough to pierce a Cyclopes’ hide.
Why were the arrows different? Why did one kill it’s target, and the other only maim?
Why couldn’t he have deflected the arrow? Well, he didn’t have Riptide on him, but Annabeth could have still been alive if he had pushed her or taken the arrow himself.
He exited his cabin. He stayed at Camp Half Blood, but it seemed empty without Annabeth. Sure, Jason was cool to hang out with, and Piper was honest and funny, but neither of them were Annabeth. He would never have her back.
“Percy, my boy, it is good to see you.” Chiron said, smiling nervously. “What’s that you have there?”
“The arrow that hit me. I was wondering if maybe you recognized it.” Percy held out the arrow, and Chiron took it.
“I sense that it was made using magic, and that it is made from Celestial Bronze, Imperial Gold and (I don't know the real name of it, so this is it’s new name) Huntress Silver. Who it was made by, I do not know.” Chiron stated.
“I had figured most of that by know, but I had never heard of the silver. Is that what the Hunters of Artemis use?” Percy inquired.
“Yes it is. However, their arrows are made in a different fashion. Also, they never use any metals other than the silver, so this couldn’t be one of theirs” Chiron said.
“Maybe I could ask Artemis herself, she might know. Maybe one of her old foes, or even a friend, uses this kind of arrow.” Percy said doubtfully.
“Well, good luck my boy.” Chiron said sadly, not sure of how Percy would proceed.
“And while I have you here, I have something for you.” Chiron said, producing a cloth bundle from his inner pocket. “It is something Annabeth was going to give you, but she never got to it. I believe that in her- ahh- absence it would be safe to give it to you. She said that if someone you loved died, it could bring them back to the world. Not as a ghost, or a spirit, but as a human. It has to be used in the underworld, but has to be used by a God or Goddess to work.”
Chiron flicked his tail nervously, not sure of how Percy would react. He took the package, and looked up at Chiron, with insane gratitude in his eyes.
“Chiron… thank you. I will care for it like I cared for her, but if history holds true… well, don’t bet on seeing it again. But I would die for her, so I would die to bring her back.”
“Good luck my boy. This is a quest, so you need companions. And two companions have already volunteered.”
“I don’t need companions. I need a miracle, and a God.”
“Then you might want to go meet your companions.” Chiron trotted off.
Percy looked around. He figured he would look in the arena first.
After looking in the arena, Percy checked the stables, campfire, cabins, Big House and even the lake. He thought of where they could be, then thought of somewhere. Archery class. Maybe they would be there?
He got to the archery area, and spotted his “companions” One of them was Thalia, his friend, who was Daughter of Zeus and the Lieutenant of the Hunters of Artemis. The other was, and upon realizing this, Percy almost passed out, Artemis herself. The Goddess looked angry, for she was in the form of a full grown woman, she was ten feet tall, glowing with power, and she had a bow in her hand.
“Lady Artemis. Thalia. I wasn’t expecting this.” Percy stated carefully.
Artemis looked down, at him, and her face softened. She seemed to notice his obvious pain, and shrank to the size of a young girl. She looked him in the eyes with sympathy and said
“My condolences Percy, I know she was very important to you.” Artemis soothed.
“I come to ask of you something, and to offer something in return.”
Thalia stiffened, and she looked like she wanted to say something, but didn’t want to upset Percy or Artemis.
“Percy Jackson, will you join the hunt?”
Notes
HEY GUYS! THIS IS MY NEW STORY! HIS NAME IS STEVE! SAY HI STEVE! from far off...
Hai
Good boy. Now ya'll be nice to Steve. He's gonna be around a lot. Also he has something to say real quick:
SUBSCWIBE TO PEWCY ON DA YOUTUBE! HES A KEWL DOOD!
HEWE YOU GO!
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JUST DEW IT! MAKE YOUW DWEAMS COME TWU! BAI!
Hope you guys like the new story. I'll try to keep chapters long, and I'm gonna work on this story a LOT.
Keep being Sekc
~SpartanWarriorPercy
Hope you all like the new chapter. I am sorry for not updating, I've been mad busy with school and whatnot. PEACE!
11/19/16