Percy Jackson and the Smells of Divinity
Percy Jackson started smelling things around the time he was in Tartarus. And he did not want to tell anyone he figured it was best to, at a time like this. Cause when I say he was smelling things in Tartarus, I mean chocolates, strawberry yogurt, cake and even a peanut butter jelly sandwich! In Tartarus. He was pretty sure that wasn’t normal, cause when he told Annabeth she just looked at him like he was insane!
“I was joking, we’re literally in Tartarus, how on earth would I be smelling this shit! I’m not that insane…”
Percy didn’t want to worry her more than she already was, and it seemed trivial. Besides, it wasn’t a new thing, it was just a lot stronger in Tartarus for some reason. He’d been smelling these food items since he drank the Gorgon’s blood. At least they didn’t harm him, in fact, they were sort of like an energy boost, like water had been!
If it stopped there, things would have been fine, but see, when Percy and the other demigods and gods were battling it out on the battlefield, he found out that water wasn’t a boost to him anymore. He just felt constantly strong, pulling from himself.
Percy had a feeling about this since his encounter with Nyx, (oh how her pleas and cries entertained him) when her tears didn’t give him the strength he so desperately needed, when he had to pull that strength from within himself, to use his own powers to access the powerful weapon that was literally around him all the time, water.
Then in the Giant war, the demigods Percy fought with, even the younger ones who he’d barely ever interacted with just suddenly worked together better if he was near them. And they just got so much more energised too. It was like he was their instant charger!
Nope, no Percy bad thoughts bad! You are a normal, normal human. Nope, nothing wrong here! And if his blood glowed a little more gold, well…
“Ah this, Dad got his ichor over me when we were killing Polybotes!”
And more things started happening, really the words should have been a clear sign to tell Annie and Will, they’d know what to do, fix him up at the infirmary before whatever it was took over too many aspects of his life. Cause see, he could hear them, thoughts, wishes, not his own…
“I hope Joel will be my friend…”
“Please let me be good at sword fighting!”
“Someone clear this beach up!”
“I pray to God that this poison isn’t lethal”
“That apple pie is mine”
Okay, maybe the last one was Percy’s brain, but the rest… not so much. So what did he do? Well obviously, he ignored them all, sometimes wishing whoever’s thoughts it was, succeeded in whatever endeavour they wanted to, just when it felt right.
Around this time camp was doing so great, even better than pre-war! So he felt the stirring to roam, somewhere else. Eventually he settled on the beach, and if some dude who was initially complaining about the beach suddenly became invested in actually cleaning it? It had nothing to do with him.
Then the time he visited Rome, his room was even more fancy than that of the praetors! They decorated it all regal, with marble carvings of his battles and even put fresh fruits for him in front of his statue! Yup, typical Romans, life was just Perfect! Statues, cool things they were.
Then it happened, his dad started inviting him over to Atlantis! Wasn’t that against the Ancient Laws or something? Something like no visiting Demigods.
“So Percy, you seem distracted son, how are you adjusting to your new roles?”
“New Roles?”
“Yeah, you know godhood! Zeus was so mad when you ascended all by yourself, after refusing his offer! He was even more mad when you became a not-minor god, I mean, obviously, you’re my son so you’re amazing as me!”
“God?”
Was that Triton glaring at him?
Ah well, things started to make sense at least. But didn't he get a say in this? What was he even the god off?
Poseidon continued in his glee “My son, god of demigods,loyalty, poison and water! Almost as good as the sea!”
Yup Triton was definitely glaring at him.
Well Percy learnt a lesson. When weird things happen to you, question it….before it way too late. The end.