Chapter 7

Percy

When I got to camp, I went straight to my cabin even though it was still mid day. I ignored the stares that I was getting from the other campers. I just wanted to be alone.

She was a traitor. For how long has she toyed with me? I was an idiot. I was an idiot love struck little boy that killed so many. I ran a hand through my hair and then winced. I forgot. Not all of my wounds had healed yet.

I brushed that thought aside. I couldn’t believe I trusted her. I collapsed onto the bed and closed my heavy eye lids. I soon found myself slowly drifting asleep with the sound of water trickling in the background.

I was there…I was there again. The walls were in front of me. The horrible blood stained walls that were covered in my crimson blood. I could hear Oceanus chuckling and then I saw him. I saw his face, sparking with madness and malice. He had a white blade in his hand. I could feel the power radiating off of it.

“Now Percy, could you please stay still?” Oceanus asked me as if I were a naughty 5 year old. I couldn’t find the energy to respond. Despite my weak attempts to get away, Oceanus roughly grabbed my left arm. I let a whimper escape from my lips as he bent my broken wrist not all too gently.

“Did that hurt, Perseus? What happened to the great, big, savior of Olympus?” Oceanus taunted. I didn’t even care anymore. I let him have his fun. Everything has to end…eventually. This will end…sometime.

He raised the white blade and soon, I was gone. I was transported to some other time. I saw my friends…Beckendorf, Selina, Zoe, Michel, and Ethan were only a handful of them. They were yelling at me with looks of anger on their faces.

“Percy, I thought that you cared. Apparently you don’t. You only care about being in the center of attention.” It was Beckendorf that spoke with a sneer on his face. I shook my head and tried to find my voice. My vocal cords wouldn’t work.

“Yes. I was wrong to believe that I finally found a male worthy of my respect.” Zoe growled.

“I wanted the minor gods to have thrones. I guess there is no such thing as justice.” Ethan sneered.

I was jerked from this world before I could respond. I found that I was wet which was strange. My left arm was numb and Oceanus stood over me with a bucket in his hand. “Did you enjoy that, Perseus? Wasn’t that fun?” He asked me. He did it again…I saw them again. It hurt. After it was over, I had wondered what he had done to the knife to make it like that. Was it enchanted or something?

Oceanus gave me a break to whimper in my pain. A few hours later he came back, with the same blade. I felt a fear consume me, paralyzing me. I wanted this to stop.

“How are you feeling Percy?” Oceanus asked me. I didn’t reply and I got my head thrown against the wall. “Not feeling well? That’s too bad.” He shrugged his shoulders.

Oceanus made a slashing movement with the knife and drew a line of blood across my chest. I didn’t realize though. Again…it came…the numbness…the pain…then the process would repeat over and over. I had wondered if the gods had forgotten about me; if they cared. It didn’t seem like it. The gods probably didn’t care. Why weren’t they here?

“Percy,” A soothing voice whispered in my head. “Don’t let your mind breath dark thoughts. They care. Don’t worry. They are coming.” The voice faded. For some reason, I trusted this voice and kept my faith in the gods yet this small part of me still wondered…

Oceanus then got out the whips. These didn’t hurt as much as the white knife but of course I didn’t tell him that.

Then, I saw her…She was there holding her knife against my throat….

I jolted upwards. I could still feel the cold metal blade still touching my neck. My scars burned as if they hadn’t partially healed.

You know you can stop this.

I whipped my head around, startled.

It is easy. The gods are being selfish. You know another war is coming, Percy. They just want to use you again to save Olympus, then, they’ll get rid of you. Do you think that your friends will stop them? Let me tell you; they won’t. They stand with the gods.

I gripped my head. It had started to throb again.

Turn against the gods. It took them two months for them to find you. They probably weren’t even searching. After they discovered that another war was arising, they then remembered you. Why would you think the gods would save you? It was only so that you could save them.

“No…” I muttered. “No…This isn’t right.”

It is. You know that it is the truth, deep inside you. The gods are pathetic. Just admit it. Why defend them? Just think about it for what have the gods done for you?

I felt the voice leave my mind but I had a feeling that it would come back. What if the gods really didn’t care? What if they were just using me? That got me angry.

I stormed out of my cabin even though it was still night and headed toward the beach. I quietly plopped down onto the sand and let the tides wash over my bare feet. What had happened back there? Something didn’t feel right. It felt dark, evil, and untamed. I shook my head to clear my thoughts yet I couldn’t help but ponder; What if the gods didn’t care?