imagine being someone at new rome university and not knowing percy is the same guy as âpercy jackson, son of poseidon, two-time hero of olympus, former praetorâ because the thought doesnât even cross your mind. like⌠heâs percy. heâs a total frat boy. on a normal night, he walks into a party, refers to everyone as bro or dude, socializes with every living (and not-living) person in the room, makes at least 50 sarcastic comments, plays 12 rounds of beer pong, drinks way too much, and then skates around campus on his skateboard yelling âI LOVE NEW YORKâ (which makes no sense, because theyâre in california) until someone calls his girlfriend to come get him.
and then one day thereâs an attack, and frat boy percy is all of a sudden a fighting machine. heâs yelling battle cries alongside the praetors frank zhang and hazel levesque as they lead everyone into battle. (why is he with the praetors? and whyâŚ. why in the world do the praetors seem to be following his lead?) his sword slashes through armies of monsters faster than youâve ever seen. heâs controlling the entire river surrounding the camp, creating huge waves as tall as skyscrapers that crash down all around him, wiping out monsters and causing mass destruction to his enemiesâ ranks. the sky is suddenly dark above you, ice-cold water droplets are slashing through the air, and the wind is blowing so aggressively that itâs making it hard to stand up steadily. because heâs somehow created a hurricane.
and he looks terrifying. you can feel the power radiating off of him. heâs like a god. or maybe a monster. itâs hard to tell. youâre a little scared of him, to be honest. but also in total awe, because itâs extraordinary. heâs extraordinary.
frat boy percy is not who you thought he was.
