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Chapter Two: A Guy With a Ridiculous Name Decides I Get to Fight to the Death
OK, first I am not going to tell you what happened with Ziva in the room. [Come on Ziva its not like you’d let me listen while you had the mic]
Hold on.
[Stomp]
[Muffled curses]
[OUCH! Percy that was my foot!]
OK. She’s-oh gods. [ZIVA I CAN TELL YOU’RE EAVESDROPPING!]
[Ziva if you didn’t let me listen to you do you really think I’m going to let you listen to me? you're way more annoying than I was, and I’m not exactly being modest. FINALLY, after I call annoying you leave?] Weird I got he impression it was her life's mission to be annoying t me. Anyway, I woke up and couldn’t remember a thing. (This is a spot where Ziva would make some sarcastic comment if she was here) I was in a room with a bunch of sleeping bags on the floor. It was bare aside from them and a table with a couple chairs at it. At first I thought it was empty. A guy with curly dark hair looked up from the table. He’d been sitting at an angle that prevented me from seeing him easily.
“Good, you're awake.” he said. “I don't suppose you'd know who your parent is, would you?” now, this would make perfect sense but with the amnesia I said something real smart like, “uhhh .....”
He smiled. “Never mind. Knowing those idiots who brought you in you probably can’t remember a thing. I’m Octavius by the way. Ironically, the eighth person in my family by that name. My dad’s Mercury.”
I stared at him. “Mercury? As in the poison?”
“As in the god.”
“Your dad is ..? Seriously, your dad is actually the god of roads?”
His smile faded. “Yeah. I’ve never actually met him though. The gods don’t tend be real social with their kids. If you’re here then you’re a demigod. The only question is who’s your patron?”
I got up. “What do you mean ‘who’s my patron’?”
Octavius tossed me a purple shirt. “Put that on. By ‘patron’ I mean your Godly Parent. That’s what we call it here in Rome. You don’t look Roman-maybe you’re Greek. For your sake I hope you’re a son Mars-oh, sorry god of war. The Greeks call him Ares.”
As he talked I changed into the clothes he handed me-a purple t-shirt and jeans-and I asked questions, he answered.
“Why do you hope I’m son of Ares?” I asked.
He paused for a second, so fast I wasn’t sure if I imagined it or not. “Because … I guess I should say. I don’t like talking about it but I guess I kinda have to.” He took a deep breath and continued.
“Because if you’re from another Pantheon-especially the Greeks- you’ll be sent to the arena. At least you’ll be trained. Some criminals are sent in there with a dagger against a bunch of tigers. But if you’re a son of Mars, or Ares then you’ll be treated a lot better then the others. Ares and … what’s her name? Aphrodite, that’s it.
“We Romans believe we’re all descendents of Venus and Mars-the goddess of love and god of War. Some how I doubt you’re a son of Venus though. anyway, if you’re a son of mars or Venus then you wont be sent to the arena-even if you’re born of their Greek counterparts. But if not … or if you’re born of another pantheon … there’s no way around it. You’ll be given gladiatorial training and sent to the arena. So, here goes. Do you know who your parents are?”
I cannot tell you how much this question hit me in the face. Up until that point the whole amnesia thing hadn’t really how should I put this? Slowed me down? Maybe. I sat down at the table, my head in my hands. And thought.
I know, I know, you’re thinking what, you have amnesia and all you do is think? But honestly, at the time it was the first time that came to my mind.
I’m not sure how I did it. I just sat down and racked my memories. Mom? Nothing. Siblings? One … maybe two. I couldn’t remember their names or anything though. home? That was easy. New York. I’m not sure how I knew, I just did. friends? Nothing. Pets? A dog. Definitely a dog. Again, I couldn’t remember its name or what type of dog it was. Some other pet to. A horse maybe. And, finally I came to inevitable. My father? Yes. Here I remembered everything. Every quote, every gift, every time I ever saw him.
I looked up at Octavius. “My father is Medisius.”
His eyes grew wide. “You can’t mean Pegasus’ brother ..?”
I nodded. “I do.”
Ok, in case you’ve never heard of Medisius, he’s a deity from Oquazine, which is a land so far away the only people on Earth who’ve heard of it (aside from people who have connections, like knowing gods there) are the teens and middleschoolers who’ve beaten the video game wizard101. and, of course their version of Oquazine is so twisted its almost nothing like the original-in fact, possibly the only things the two have in common is they’re both underwater, and both their peoples worship the sky.
Medisius is the Oquzinian god of the sea. He’s a very important deity. In fact, the four goddesses of the sky and dance; Layla, goddess of night, Sandra, goddess of earth and stars, Luma, goddess of the moon and Firosa, goddess of fire (all kinds) are said to be his wives. In the Oquazinian mythology, when Medusa’s blood dripped into the ocean it became three beings: the twin winged horses, Pegasus and Pegasa, and Medisius. Medisius was a bit of a born rebel and took Pegasa and flew to Oquazine. He didn’t actually know where he was going till he got there and discovered a flourishing Greek-like world-except for one thing. The world was basically a set of islands and every day the people had to sacrifice huge amounts of their food so the sea didn’t kill them. In the center of the smallest island was a city-well, actually the city took up most of the space on the island. In the center of the city was the Tree of Life. The city gave the world its name-and its gods.
Medisius saw what was going on and it turned out the four goddesses (Firosa, Layla, Luma and Sandra) needed someone to keep the sea at bay-and even offered all of their hands in marriage to whoever could do it.
So far everyone had failed. So Medisius and Pegasa did it and he got his position as god of sea and husband of the four goddesses of the sky.
In the center of Oquazine (both city and world) was the Tree of Life. It bore the fruit of the gods-if anyone else ate it they cascaded into a pile of ashes. What’s more the fruit granted the eater immortality and tasted like their favorite food. It could only be eaten by a mortal if the gods gave them permission. Another fact about the Silver Fruit: it lost its power outside Oquazine, the city of the gods’ walls.
Anyway, so Medisius ate the Silver Fruit, married the Quartet etc, etc … and, apparently fathered me.
Oh … one more fact about the tree of life: Sandra wrote the names of great people, no matter their social or political rank on it. This may seem irrelevant but the idea is that when the apocalypse comes the people who have their names written on the tree will be reborn as the kings’ advisers when the gods remake the world.
So, I told Octavius what I just told you, and by the end he was practically staring at me.
“This … this is bad.” Was all he said.

Learning your dad is from a foreign pantheon can really screw up your day.
After I told Octavius what I knew he looked at me real sad and said; “look man, I’m sorry about this.” He reached into his back pocket and pull out-a pair of handcuffs. I knew what came next. I held my hands out in front of me. He cuffed them.
“close your eyes.”
I stared at him. “What’d ya mean ‘close my eyes’?” I was half afraid to ask.
“there’s a passage to take you to the arena. If you know where it is … lets say Lupa doesn’t want any escapees.” Unwillingly I closed my eyes and Octavius blindfolded me. I don’t know where he led me, but within ten minutes he un-blindfolded me.
I was standing at the edge of a courtyard. In the courtyard a dozen teens drilled with wooden swords. At the edge of the group a bald guy in armor barked orders.
“High! Mid! Low! High! Mid! Low! That’s what you call fighting Jordan? I’ve seen mortals do better!” I heard a blond guy mutter, “yeah right. Mortals use knives dummy.”
“I heard that!” there was a crack and the boy-Jordan? - doubled over and cried out. The man went back to his cries of “high! Mid! Low!” until Octavius called out, “Brutus!” the man looked up.
“Octavius! What’ve you got for me here? Another Greek kid?”
“no. Oquazinian. He claims to be a son of Medisius.”
Brutus looked me up and down as I did the same. He was burly, with a face like someone had carved a bust of someone with a brooding, suspicious look on his face while having the vaguest idea of what a human face looked like. His eyes were beady, with a wrinkled uni-brow. His nose had a chunk out of it and his mouth was surrounded by frown lines. He wore roman armor and sandals. He didn’t have a helmet on-I got the feeling in a real fight he wouldn’t need it. He held a whip in his hand, but that didn’t scare me for some reason. What scared me was his face.
I might’ve imagined it but brutus didn’t seem to like what he saw either. “come on cupcake. Lets get you toughed up.”





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A Triangular Stuffy Hits Me on the Forehead


[I guess I’d better let ziva in now. She’s yelling.]
[Thank you Percy. I might actually let you stay in the room this time-we’ll see.]
Ok let’s get back on track here: thoth just hinted that I wasn’t who I actually was [or are. Thank you for the reminder that I am still the same person, Percy. Why, I’d almost forgotten!]
“wha-what d’you mean I’m something else entirely?”
Thoth put on a pair of glasses that had been resting on the top of his head-just like Dr.Horrible’s goggles-And got up from the desk. “you’ll have to ask Sasha or Anubis what I mean. Im really far to busy to answer a mortal’s questions right now.
“now you may want to close your eyes lest you be blinded.” I obeyed, and when I opened my eyes he was gone. The mansion had changed to; there was a 50 foot long snake skin rug lying on the floor. The rug wound its way to the end of the hall where a huge set of double doors stood. Ther were to spiral staircases on the side of the room. Next to one, there was a glass door onto a patio. On the other side there was what appeared to be a Egyptian temple stuck into the wall. The only thing the same was the desk: the snakeskin seemed to just weave around it in a kin of spiral-wait a minute. The rug had been a zigzag. So why was it spiraling now? I looked closer-and it was both. I cant describe it but it was kinda like there were two lairs to the room-one was what the room had been with the snake skin in a spiral and one was what the room was now with the rug in a zigzag.
“hello?” my voice echoed through the room.
“yeah? Oh, sorry.” came a voice back. I saw an Asian girl get up from the floor where she’d been lying on the rug reading. She had medium length black hair with red, brown and blond highlights. She was wearing a t-shirt that said don’t be afraid to sing! And had a picture of a wolf howling at the moon and a black and white short skirt. The whole outfit was topped off with a pair of high striped green, pink and black socks and a hat that matched her skirt. “hey. I’m Inu. Whats your name?” she stated. She said it calmly, as if she had all the time in the world and we’d met in a class project, not in a clearly-magical mansion.
“I’m ziva. What is this place?” I responded.
“you mean you don’t know?” there was a hint of confusion in Inu’s voice,but not much. “it’s a-school I suppose you’d call it. For people with … special abilities. Come up to my room and ill explain better.” She pointed to the stair on the left side of the room. “come on.” She headed to the stair and I followed.
“its on the third floor,” she called over her shoulder. “be careful though-this place is old.” We continued up the stair until we’d walked to flights. Inu led me down the hall into a square room.
It wsas clearky a bedroom, but it was unlike any other bedroom id ever seen. The bed was covered in pokemon stuffies, so many I half-wondered how she slept. At the back of the room was a sushi bar and minifridge, complete with a beta fish in a bowl. The closet door was thrown open revealing a punk-goth wardrobe that cascaded off the shelves and hangers onto the floor. Next to the bed was a long and low bookshelf, the top of which had all sorts of things on it-Beatles and Queen CDs, a netbook, two Chinese lucky cats, a mug filled with pencils, painted and unpainted figurines, the cast of a wolfs paw, a photo of a german Shepard puppy and all sorts of other things.
Inu plopped onto her bed sending stuffied animals falling to the floor. “sit down,” she told me. “it’ll take a while to explain.” I sat donw, trying to not nock anything to the ground. It didn’t exactly work.
Inu took a deep breath. “you should know everything-about them, this place … and about me.” As she said this she reached up and fingered her hat, then pulled it off. I gasped-she had wolf ears. They were black speckled with brown and blond. “you see these ears? They’re my curse you could say. I was born in Japan. When I was eight we moved here-to America. I was adopted by an American couple, but we stayed in Japan. I don’t know why, but we did. about a year after we moved, when we were vacationing in the mountains I did something stupid. I went hiking on my own. I got lost, and stayed out there for the night. I hadn’t told my parents where I was going.
“When I woke up I was hungry and thirsty-I’d finished what was in my pack before I went to sleep. I tried to find my way back to the trail-it was by a stream-but I couldn’t. instead I found a spot where a wolf had walked by the day before. It had rained in the night, but only barely so the track had water in it.
“I hadn’t read the legends-I thought werewolves were only caused by biting. So I took a drink. that was my mistake. Eventually I found my way back but,” Inu gulped. “that night the moon was full. It was my first Month-I couldn’t control myself yet …”
Unfortuantly I knew what she meant. “I’m sorry.”
Inu shook her head. “there’s nothing you can do. I made my way to New York, living homless. A few years later anubis came. He said he had an opportunity for me-that he was like me.
“I’m not like normal werewolves-most, they become a wolf at the full moon and the rest of the time they’re normal. Not me. The tracks I drank from were those of Lycaon himself-the first werewolf. I’m a Lumanian werewolf. Its means that depending on the moon phase parts of me are wolf. The first night of the cycle I always have these, no matter what. tonight is the First Crecent. On the last night of Waxing Gibbous Moon I have all the features of a wolf except for my mind. That stays the same.
“you know the Egyptian mythology? Well, its true. Anubis says most mythology is. This place … its called the tweinty first nome. Here magicians train. We also keep an eye on the magic in the area. We’re probably descended of the gods, you and me. When that happens its called ‘blood of pharaohs’. Anubis can tell you more. He’s-oh, there he is. "