The Silent Guardian: A Percy Jackson Fanfiction

Narrator's Pov

 Anthony rushed and weaved through the forest, transforming his weapons into his owl pendent the first chance he got, before laying out his plan. The first part of his plan was to lure the cyclopes with his scent, then, find some animal feces and chuck them at their faces, hopefully covering his scent. Then, with their sense of smell covered, throw dirt in their eyes to blind their already awful eyesight. Now with their eyesight removed, wait for their panic to stop, before cutting their joints.

Limiting their strengths, and exploiting their weaknesses, before, without a shred of mercy, stabbing their eyes through with his spear. And with less than a thousandth of a second (A/N: it took me a few minutes to think this plan through, so don't judge me, I'm not a son of Athena), formed this plan in his mind, and without a thought began executing it.

He began his act, running with purpose as the three Cyclopes chased him. He quickly found some animal feces, picking it up and chucking it at the first cyclopes. The cyclopes began wiping it off, but from the look on its face, it worked. So, with glee, he kept running, keeping note of where his father's killer stopped before returning to his plan.

He did this again two times, before taking note of them. Leaving them in his trap for a little longer, like a fly trapped in a spider's web. Though he couldn't stand the things, they were efficient hunters, and he'd damn himself to one of Zeus's judgments before he ever stopped utilizing their strategies just because he was deathly afraid of them. 

He first took out the last one on his tail, with a swift throw of dirt in its eye, before waiting for the panicking cyclopes to stop wildly swinging, before slicing behind its knees. Then, when it was on its knees, stabbed his spear right through its skull, killing it instantly. He watched as the monster turned into golden dust, before moving on to his other targets.

The second one fell to his spear as easy as the first one, it was his father's killer that was the issue. Since he took too much time to kill of the other two, it seems his father's killer got out of his trap, "not for long though," Anthony thought as he saw the cyclopes kneeling in the water, cleaning his face of the feces he threw.

He knew that a sneak attack wasn't an option, if he made a sound or moved to close for his scent to be found, then his weak body will go splat, and he will die. He then thought of his father, and how he somehow found strength when they were in the water, " wait a minute," Anthony thought, " water, water made dad get strength, maybe," Anthony thought as he jumped from the tree he was on, and into the river.

A surge of strength and energy rush through him, as he readies himself, his shield and spear at the ready. The cyclopes looked at Anthony with rage, as he raises his club. All the while Anthony, behind his shield, focuses on the clavicle, or the chest area near the neck, for any twitch of the muscle. And when he saw it, he sidestepped the downswing, jumped on and climbed the club, before jumping high enough, before skewering the cyclops's eye.

Killing it, leaving only the club left, exhausted, he collapsed in the river, unknowingly letting himself be healed by it. Then dragged himself to the riverbed, before making it to a tree, leaning himself onto it, before letting himself rest. It was then that an owl swooped down, landing on the tree Anthony leaned on, and then stood over him, protectively. 

Anthony then dreamt, a dream of not his father, but of a single owl, black in color, being sent out from its owner. It met a turtle, commanding an army against its owner and it's owner's family.

The owl quickly went back to the owner, relaying urgent news to its owner, but before the owner could stop it, the loyal bird went back to the turtle. And joined its army, quickly rising in its ranks, all the while sabotaging and relaying information to its owner. 

While the owner raised another owl, gold in color, it didn't know that the black owl was still loyal to the owner, so they fought. The black owl lost, since it was holding back the whole time, not wanting to hurt the gold owl, after its lost it shortly died after.

After the defeat of the turtle and its army, the owner revealed the thoughts and actions of the black owl to the gold owl, the owl devastated, realized what it had done; And closed itself from the world. 

It was then, that Anthony woke up in a cold sweat, before looking around him, it was morning, he got up and looked at the club left from the cyclopes he slayed. He picked it up, looking at the weapon that killed his father before saying, " This was for you dad," he said as silent tears streamed down his cheeks. His once dark and cloudy grey eyes became more clearer.

He then looked up, at the sky and said," here mom, a son's gift to his mother for helping him, it's not much, but this is all I can give," he watched as an owl swooped in, broke and took one half of the club, He then understood what it meant and said, " here, Poseidon, your legacy give you this, as a thank you for giving me strength to avenge my father, it is not much, but it is all I can give, I humbly plead for forgiveness for forgetting your help,"

The answer was a playful water splash to his face, but when he cleared his eyes, a horse came forward. It nuzzled him with its head, before Anthony placed the other half on the horse's back. Patting its head before placing his head on its head, before letting it leave. He then gathered his weapons before transforming it into his owl pendent.

 He then went into town, washed up in one of the old lady's homes, with permission, before getting dressed in the clothes the kind old lady provided him. He thanked her after getting dressed in a plain white t-shirt, a green hoodie jacket, and black cargo pants. With some black sneaker finishing the fit.

After that he went to the library, re-memorizing the bus routes and map, before going to the local church, getting a week's worth of food, a duffle bag, and water that could last for days. His mother must've done something for him, because he had come to town on the pastor's birthday, the back-to-school week, and the week where the homeless shelters give out food.

And boy was it the most delicious food he'd ever had, but he saved some and stored them in his duffle bag, before getting onto the bus that left the town. It took weeks of getting off busses and walking, but he made it to Pennsylvania, nowhere near New York but he was getting there. It was in this state that he found someone he would forever cherish, a little sister that he thought he didn't need.