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Percy Jackson's Log
Date: September 10, 2019
Location: Central Park, New York.
Time: 01:37 a.m.
Life as a demigod has never been easy... And if I ever think that after going through two "wars" against the sons of Terra, specifically the ancient titans and giants, as well as fighting sea monsters, having some brief encounters with other pantheons during my supposed solo missions for the legion and some naval missions in other parts of the world... Whoever is with me at that moment has every right to give me a hard blow on the head, because I know that I will be wrong in a huge way.
Here I am, writing after midnight once again in Central Park that has once again become a battlefield more surreal than any movie, TV series, or video game mortals have ever played or seen.
If you are not me who reading this, you might be wondering how come I'm no longer in the apparent prison of maximum human security? Or why was I in one to begin with?
Well, to answer the last question, it's not that I've gotten into trouble because of a bad joke or some absurd and ridiculous plans that the most imbecile members of the legion tried for years to get rid of me; I was simply put in prison after having protected New York from the first invasion... by a group of humans who have no idea that I am a demigod, son of Neptune, which comes with a couple of advantages in life.
Like, I don't know... turn into fog and disappear!
And to answer the first one, the reason I escaped was because during the three hours that I watched the news on the screen that was outside the glass walls of my cell, I could see that the city authorities were slowly They were overwhelmed and surpassed by the number of invaders.
But I wonder, Santo Neptune, where is the army?!, Is the traffic in the city worse than usual that they can't get to the park?!, or no one in the rest of the country saw on the news that some kind of portal appeared in Central Park and invaders taken almost from an animated series came through it?!, Aren't several of the Greek campers supposed to have been born in New York or live there?!, Where are they?!
That said, I wasn't exactly feeling like some kind of movie hero when I finally escaped before the stunned eyes of the guards. Because my hasty plan was pretty simple: do the same thing I did the day before, basically a second massacre.
I can already imagine what the news will say, but why isn't the Mist working?!
Anyway... when I appeared on the side of the park, I could see that what was unfolding in front of me could be compared to a war show worthy of Hollywood.
An army straight out of a fantasy movie was attacking the area for the second time.
Imagine the guys from "Game of Thrones" but instead of only dragons, there are some of them in miniature, along with a bunch of weird creatures that look like they've come out of a video game. And humans? Well, let's just say they looked like a mix of medieval knights and bad imitators of the legion members.
The police, the National Guard and the SWAT were there, doing what they could, but it was not enough, they were outnumbered so many invaders forced their way into the city.
At first, I wanted to laugh a little about the absurd situation. "How come my life is surrounded by more madness than usual for a demigod?" I thought, as a guy in a SWAT uniform tried to keep some cops from passing out in panic. But the situation was serious, so I held back the desire to laugh at the madness in my life.
I decided it was time to act and putting aside any subtle elegance or drama of turning into fog, I appeared right in the middle of the battle. I would like to say that it was a glorious moment and I instilled fear as I did in the few survivors of the first invaders who managed to escape through the magic door, but a couple of members of the authorities saw me and started shooting at me.
Thank you, guys, because that's exactly what I needed: to be mistaken for an enemy.
It made me feel like I was in one of the police series... Only, instead of being a criminal, I'm a demigod trying to save the day. But if it happens again I'll start asking if there's something in me that makes humans act in a way that... let's say... not very rational.... and certainly, that doesn't help my already tarnished reputation.
Anyway, I managed to block the bullets with my sword (note 1) and fought my way up to the automatons made of celestial bronze disguised as statues in the park that the Greek demigods had told me about, to activate them and that fortunately were still in one piece, because I can't create a new storm with all the members of the authorities' forces scattered around the park or around it, plus there's a lot less water left than there was two days ago in the small lakes thanks to my fight against the first wave of invaders.
However, there was a small problem "How do they activate?" I thought as I tried to remember any magic words.
But, surprise, there were no clear commands in my memory... Maybe I should have paid more attention to Andromeda and her girlfriend when they told me about the Battle of Manhattan.
At least I managed to activate them as I found faint Greek symbols on them while defending myself and the statues also reacted to the attacks. Then those statues came to life and launched attacks against the invaders.
The battle was like a dream.. a very strange dream of an absurd battle between a monster army and medieval-roman soldiers against a demigod, celestial bronze automatons and the authorities of the 21st century.
Although the celestial bronze resisted the attacks, the statues were fighting with everything they had, but what we really needed was a little more power, but since I couldn't risk any New Yorkers ending up caught in 'crossfire' if I let go of my power again, I had to fight with my martial skills and pray for Mars to help me.
Surprisingly it worked, Lord Mars answered my prayers, my senses intensified from one moment to the next and I fought like a demon, but after a while I was so involved in the fight that I started to use my powers without thinking. I called the waters, and I don't mean a dip in a pool.
I let the best of me out before I knew it, and suddenly, the water that was left in the park and that of the rain from a new storm, came together and became a tide of water that dragged away the enemies that remained in the park...
But, to be honest, he also dragged a couple of cops, which was definitely not part of my plan.
So when the fight was over, the scene was still chaos. Some of the invaders were barely standing, although they were few and managed to hold on to something, others were on the ground unconscious, others looked at me in fear before surrendering and others fled in terror back to the magic portal... And my human allies were in the process of deciding whether they wanted to arrest me, shoot me, or join me in this madness.
"Great, the bad boy again," I thought. Only this time... like many others, it wasn't entirely my fault.
With a sigh, I watched as the battle ended and the park made a mess
I felt exhausted again, as if all the energy in the ocean had been drained... or when a rush of adrenaline wears off, at least I didn't pass out this time. While sometimes, it's hard to remember that being a demigod doesn't mean you're at the top of the food chain, after all, there's no manual that explains how to deal with mythological and human beings at the same time or one that really talks about the strongest beings in the world aside from the primordial gods and Chaos.
So here I am, writing as the night turns into a kind of awkward silence and several officers, SWAT members, as well as the national guard watch over me as I sit next to a damaged tree... and the automatons are guarding the portal, while they are watched by mortals.
And once again I wonder... What's going on with the Mist?
So here I am, writing as the night turns into a kind of awkward silence and several officers, SWAT members, as well as the national guard watch over me as I sit next to a damaged tree. And the automatons are guarding the portal, while they are watched by mortals.
And another thing, finally the army and other armed forces have decided to appear because I can see that some trucks with soldiers entering the park.
And also for those who are wondering: yes, I'm sure that the next few days will be a pain in the ass. But, as always, I will keep going, because at the end of the day, the only thing I can do is keep fighting, even if it means getting out of prison to face the unthinkable or the absurd.
With that said, until next time and I hope the world isn't in even greater chaos or even more absurd when I write again.
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Note 1 : In "The Titan's Curse", it is mentioned that the canon version of Percy Jackson at the age of 14 when he still does not seem to take the dangers of being a demigod entirely seriously, since in "The Sea of Monsters" it is mentioned that he did not train for almost a year and did not suffer monster attacks in all that time, but Percy managed to block a bullet fired at him by the Spartoi just a couple of meters from where he was standing, and a 9mm pistol bullet can travel at approximately 1,200 km/h (750 mph), while a bullet from a sniper rifle can reach speeds of up to 3,600 km/h (2,237 mph) or more.
In The Titan's Curse it only says that he was shot from a gun, but the Spartoi are described wearing military pants and boots.
And either way, Percy's reflexes at age 14 were much higher than those of a normal human, although he mentions that the bullet was a blur for his eyes.
And this is a 26-year-old Roman Percy Jackson, in other words, more disciplined and trained
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