percy jackson had always been different from the others.
he was one who survived tartarus.
before that, he was the praetor of the 12th legion.
before that, he was the savior of olympus, the one with the curse of achilles.
before that, he was the one whoād blown up mt. saint helens.
before that, he was the hero artemis approved of.
before that, he was the one who exposed luke for poisoning thalias pine.
before that, he was the one who returned zeusā master bolt.
before that, he was the son of poseidon.
before that, he was the one who killed the minotaur without even a sword.
and before all that, he was that kid who kept getting expelled for increasingly insane things.
percy jackson had always been a little more than the others he surrounded himself with, so when he began to bleed gold, nobody was as shocked as they probably shouldāve been.
when he realized that he was the protector of demigods, nobody as surprised as they thought they might be.
when history forgot percy jackson, the kidnapping victim who fought his kidnapper on the beach, the kid whoād been expelled from 11 schools, and went missing when he was 16.
when history forgot percy jackson, it remembered the god of loyalty, poison, sacrifice, riptides, honor, and demigods. it remembered perseus, the former demigod whoād surpassed all those who came before him.
it remembered the demigod whoād always been different then those he surrounded himself with, that surprised very few when he ascended.