Percy Jackson Monologue

Percy was walking around Camp half-blood after Jason’s funeral (AN: See Trials of Apollo). He tried avoiding other campers and as hard as that may seem in a camp of 500 people it really wasn’t that hard, especially when all of those people seemed to want to avoid him too. He wandered mindlessly, too grief-stricken to care about where he was going, and somehow managed to end up in the middle of camp, where it all started.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Percy turned around, only to find his cousin Thalia, the hunters of Artemis and the rest of the campers behind her.

“Look who finally shows up. After the battle is done only then he shows himself, like a coward”

Now Percy didn’t really get offended that easily. He had been called a lot worse before and ‘coward’ was nowhere close but hearing them from the lips of a girl he loved like a sister. A girl who had cried in his arms when she recalled her tragic past. A girl, whom despite being the leader of group notorious for their hate towards males, loved him ever so much. No. She was a *woman* now. A woman who had lost a brother she had loved more than anything in the world.

Swallowing thickly, Percy replied, “Yup definitely a coward. Because I totally did not win a war for you guys and another after that”, trying and failing to keep the bite out of his words.

“Your sick Percy!” She said a single tear sliding down her face.

 “You know what Thalia? You’re right. I am sick. I am sick and tired of people dying. I am so sick and tired of being able to prevent world wars and yet I can’t protect the people I love. You know when I got disowned by Poseidon, everyone’s first question was “What did you do to make him that mad?”. None of you even bothered to ask me why my face was covered in tears. You want to hear the truth? Fine! I was going to serve my country, I applied for the United States Marines Corp and got through training. On my graduation day, can you imagine!, I got a call. Apparently, my parents are dead, “robbery gone wrong” they said. Both my parents, Sally and Paul, shot between the eyes. Next thing I know *dad* doesnt show up for his own wife’s funeral then disowns me! Want to know why? Go ask him! I never got an answer.

You know after being kicked out of here, I went to college, worked a part-time job, and managed to set up education for my sister, whom was apparently in my custody now! (snorts) I never even got my damn certificate, so all my training went to waste. After I got out of college, I worked 2 shifts a day, 7 days a week just to put a roof on me and my sisters head and food on our table. Luckily for us, I landed an impromptu job opportunity at NCIS and moved in with Annabeth. Now for the last 6 years I have been a federal agent, giving justice to families. Something I never got.”

Tears ran down Percy’s face, and he fought hard to keep his emotions in check.

“Now I’ve got a family. A real family, that cares about me. I only ever asked for one thing Thals. I only asked to be recognized. For saving the world countless of times, for giving recognition to minor Gods and their kids. And not by giving me gifts or offering me Godhood. Just by letting me know, that maybe, just maybe, I’m not completely worthless.”

Wiping his face, Percy bent down to kiss Thalia on her cheek and whispered in her ear. “Don’t you ever forget that your loved Thalia Grace. For 8 years I thought about you guys every single day. Don’t you forget that”. He smiled lightly at her then made his way to the camps exit, the crowd of campers and hunters alike, parting for him like the Red sea for Moses.