Terry and the stolen bolt

(Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson—Rick Riordan does)

Date: December 16th 2003

(TERRY'S POV)

Despite being hopelessly outnumbered and couldn't run fast enough I charged them head on. Pure adrenaline was coursing through my viens and danced through the enemy ranks being covered in golden dust.

"DAMN it, I can't keep this up for long" I said desperately. The furies had yet to make a move and were apparently confident enough that the army of the creatures from hell were enough to kill me. I was flying, throwing lightning and cutting everything I saw in sight.

I had only killed around 20% of the army and I was already covered in scratches.

Then when I was holding off 3 hellhounds at once another scored a massive cut on my back and it I was losing blood fast.

The only thing that kept me from collapsing was sheer will and adrenaline. Once they had managed to surround and had gotten a lot of cuts on me I started to feel like all hope was lost.

Then I remembered why I even came here in the first place—To live my life to the fullest to live for my mom's sake and make the old man proud.

At this point I started getting angry—no it was not enough to describe how much rage I was feeling.

I was LIVID.

Angry for just about any reason in my life be it my horrible luck, me being a demigod anything, but nothing and I mean NOTHING made me as angry as the GODS.

Those so gods are just bunch on sadistic, egotistical pricks who thought everything was beneath them.

They were PRIME reason for as to why so many heroes had such tragic endings.

At that moment I vowed to myself that I would hunt Zeus for abandoning me and my mom and Hades for being the little shit that he is.

When I was snapped back to reality I realized that my mind was on auto pilot and there was a massive storm brewing around me and shredding everything to pieces. I had been gripping my swords so tightly that they were numb.

The Furies finally decided to charge after almost the entire army was destroyed. "You are powerful little demigod but you have no one to blame for your death that your father" one of them snarled at me.

The fury's words struck a nerve, but I barely had the strength to respond. My body felt like it was burning from the inside out, the storm around me feeding off my rage. The sky crackled with energy, bolts of lightning striking down indiscriminately, incinerating what was left of the army. My vision blurred from the blood loss, and my legs felt like they might give out at any moment. But their words… their words lit a fire in me that refused to die.

"Blame my father?" I spat, my voice ragged. "Oh I'm gonna kill him and your master after this"

I tightened my grip on my swords despite the numbness in my hands, ignoring the pain shooting through my body. The golden dust on my blades mixed with crimson streaks from my own wounds, and I could feel my energy waning. But the storm—it was still growing. The wind howled like a living beast, and thunder roared so loudly it felt like the ground itself was shaking. I wasn't just in the storm anymore—I was the storm.

The Furies spread their leathery wings, circling me like vultures waiting for a meal. Their sharp, screeching laughter grated on my nerves. "You're pathetic, child," the lead Fury snarled. "A weakling grasping at power you'll never fully control."

Blood was dripping from the corner of my mouth. " I don't need control to take you down." I replied with a saditic grin on my face.

I raised my swords high, and for a split second, everything seemed to freeze. The storm stopped moving. The air went still. Even the Furies paused mid-flight, their eyes narrowing as if realizing something was about to happen.

Then it hit.

Lightning exploded from above, a massive bolt that split the sky and slammed into the ground around me. The impact sent a shockwave rippling outward, flinging the Furies back like ragdolls. The raw power of it coursed through me, and for a moment, I didn't feel pain or exhaustion—just power. My wounds didn't matter, my bleeding didn't matter. All that mattered was that they die.

The lead Fury recovered first, her eyes blazing with fury of her own. She charged, talons outstretched, and I barely managed to dodge her first strike. She was fast—faster than anything I'd faced before. But I wasn't fighting on my own anymore. The storm fought with me. Every swing of my sword was accompanied by a burst of wind or a crackle of lightning, forcing her to stay on the defensive.

The other two Furies joined the fray, attacking from different angles. I ducked under one's swipe, using the wind to propel myself backward just in time to block another's strike. Sparks flew as my blades met their claws, and I gritted my teeth, refusing to let them see how much pain I was in.

"You're only delaying the inevitable," one of them hissed.

"Puh-lease, as if I'm gonna die to the likes of you." I shot back.

The storm surged again, responding to my anger, my desperation. A bolt of lightning arced from the clouds, slamming into one of the Furies mid-dive. She screamed, her form disintegrating into golden dust. I didn't have time to celebrate—another was already on me, claws slicing through the air where my head had been moments before.

I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep this up. My vision was starting to tunnel, and every breath felt like dragging air through broken glass. But I refused to go down. Not here. Not like this.

"You're nothing but a spark," the lead Fury snarled, lunging at me again. "And we will snuff you out."

I didn't have a clever retort this time. Instead, I summoned everything I had left. All the anger, the pain, the fear—it all came pouring out in a single, desperate act. I drove my swords into the ground, channeling the storm through them. Lightning surged outward in a blinding explosion, ripping through the remaining Furies. Their screams were drowned out by the roar of thunder, and when the light faded, nothing remained but golden dust swirling in the wind.

I collapsed to my knees, gasping for air. The storm began to calm, the wind dying down and the lightning fading. I was alive—barely. My whole body ached, and I could feel the warmth of blood pooling beneath me. But I had won.

Then I collapsed not before hearing the sound of someone saying "We need the medics."

I woke up on a soft bed with sunlight streaming down on my face from the window. It seemed like I was in a hospital room due to the smell of antiseptics and the white bed sheets. I was feeling sore and had bruises all over my body, it felt like I was hit by a truck 3 times. That was when the events of the previous night came flooding into my mind.

I had single handedly slew an army of monsters and the 3 furies before people from the camp came to rescue me though I wouldn't call it rescuing exactly.

"How are you feeling man?" A voice asked. I looked up and saw that a kid around my age with blonde hair was standing next to me--leaning on the frame of the doorway.

"I don't think feeling like a truck railed me thrice constitutes as 'fine'" I replied snarkily because of the pain.

The boy chuckled, stepping into the room. "Fair enough. Heard you went full-on storm god out there. Took out an entire army and the Furies. That's gotta be a record or something."

I groaned, trying to sit up, but my body protested. "Yeah, well, I didn't exactly have much of a choice. They weren't going to just sit down for a chat." I winced as pain shot through my side. "And I don't know if 'storm god' is the right term. More like 'walking disaster.'"

He leaned casually against the bedframe, arms crossed, a smirk on his face. "Hey, disaster or not, you're alive. That's what matters, right? By the way, name's Will solace—What's yours?"

"It's Terrence Blake, but I prefer Terry." I leaned against the head rest.

"So I'm just here to give you the damage repor—" I interrupted before he managed to finish his sentence.

"No offense dude but aren't you a bit too young to be a doctor? I mean they don't have qualifies medics in this place" I questioned.

"Well I would argue that being a son of Apollo makes me more than qualified enough, besides it's not like you have option to be picky about it." He calmly replied.

"Fair enough I guess, so what was the damage report?" I said.

"Well you have lost of bruises and minor cuts but the worst is your right shoulder is dislocated, you have a massive gash on your back that I had to stitch up and the complete exhaustion of your divine core. For everything physical it will probably take a week to heal with nectar and ambrosia but the divine exhaustion is more serious so I advice you to not use any more abilities for at least 3 weeks and get plenty of bed rest. Oh and you can't leave here for at least a week. Chiron, the camp activities director and he will send someone to take care of you. You got all that?" He read of a checklist.

I internally winced at sheer amount of injuries but I guess that was to be expected as I was alive after all that, not a feat even grown demigods could accomplish.

Just as Will was about to leave he said "Oh and welcome to camp half-blood your new home." He smiled then walked out of the room.

A week later, It was a relatively boring week with not much to do, so I just thought up and wrote down some ideas I could use in fights or doodled about new inventions in my sketchbook.

The care taker they sent me was a girl named Annabeth chase who was my age with long blond hair that curled at the end with stormy grey eyes. She was a daughter of Athena who helped me a lot with my ideas and we had some meaningful conversations with each other. When we met at first she seemed to be have the same calculating look which Daedalus had and would talk non stop about any topic you give her. Though I noticed she seemed a bit jealous??? When she saw me, I really did not understand why she felt like that tough.

She and I were becoming really good friends and she told me a lot more about camp since I was unconscious when I came here and was not allowed to go outside.

Eventually when I was discharged I took a couple of hours to explore camp and see what it had to offer.

At the camp's entrance, there's a hill crowned with a large pine tree, which

marks the camp's magical boundary, protecting it from monsters. There's a big dense forest that houses a lot of monsters and we are only allowed to go there during capture the flag? I really did not understand what it was since everyone was smirking when I asked them and told me to wait. There's areas for sword-fighting and archery and also a whole as LAVA wall which people scale for FUN apparently—yeaaa demigods are weird. Then finally there's a ring of cabins, each dedicated to a specific Olympian god, which serves as housing for campers and then a huge building called the 'big house' I know very original was located at the center of camp.

I entered the sword-fighting arena where I saw a guy who looked to be around his late-teens instructing a bunch of demigods how to use the sword properly. After a moment he noticed me and asked, "I don't think I have seen you around here—are you new to this place?" I replied,"Yea, I have been stuck in the big house ever since I came here. Oh,my name is Terry by the way." "Ah, so your that son of Zeus that killed the army of hellhounds. My name is Luke by the way." He replied with a surprised look on his face. I guess he expected me to be a bit older as did everyone else, whatever I don't need to prove anything anyway.

"So can I join the lesson?" I asked. "Sure, just get a weapon you like and spar with me—to help you teach the basics." I thanked him and went to center of the arena where some other people told me how I was 'dead meat' because Luke was the best fighter they had seen for the last 300 years. I don't normally give in to jabs but I really wanted to shut them up.

When I had arrived Luke said,"Ah Terry? You're not not wearing any armor except for the glove on your right hand." "Oh I don't really use any armor." The others started snickering loudly when when I only held my gloved hand up. Luke raised an eyebrow when it suddenly changed into a silver longsword which went along with the gold spatha in my left hand.

"Come at me or are you scared you will your pathetic title." I taunted. It did have an effect as he grew a bit angry and charged me with a stab aimed at my head. He was really fast so I channeled divine energy and quickly blocked it with the spatha, disarmed him with the other sword and held both of them in cross against his neck.

Luke's eyes widened and others were stunned and some where openly gaping at my speed. I overestimated him because of his speed and pushed my self to the maximum but it just took away from the fun of whatever a 3 second spar is called I guess.

Just then Annabeth came in and said, "Terry, Mr. D and Chiron want to see you."

(Sorry for the cliffhanger but I realized this chapter was gonna go over my self imposed word limit but I will be updating soon)