Plummet to Paradise in Paul's Prius
Today was a lovely day. I usually never say those five words because my life is screwed up. One day I'm fighting demon donkeys that shoot fire out of their behinds and the next I'm trying to avoid a monster who wants my head on their wall. Stupid things…it's these stupid things that ruin my day. Today felt weird because so far nothing had gone wrong…except Paul and his freakin' Prius.
Paul wouldn't let me drive his Prius to camp. He was still "recovering" from what he called the "incident". My pegasus, Blackjack had made two big dents on its hood with his hooves. Oh, Blackjack. Anyway, this was what, two years ago? Paul had said it was okay that it had happened because it hadn't been my fault but he still said that I couldn't drive. I couldn't sit shotgun either because both my mom and Paul were dropping me off at camp.
Camp was my home. I had started at Camp-Half Blood when I was 12. Now I'm 18. I've trained to fight monsters there and made and made many friends. I had discovered that I had a half-brother, Tyson the Cyclopes. Last time I had seen him he was taller, bigger, and definitely stronger than I was. But compared to other Cyclopes, he was pretty small. I had also found out my best friend, Grover, who was a satyr. But most importantly, Camp-Half Blood was where I had found my girlfriend, Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena. I couldn't wait to step foot inside the camp borders. I could see Half-Blood Hill approaching. I smiled. My mom and Paul were telling jokes and laughing. It was the perfect day. That thought was probably what jinxed everything. I was waiting to jump out as soon as Paul stopped the car and meet up with Annabeth. We passed in front of the hill and…we didn't stop. I frowned.
"Paul. Camp was back there. Why didn't you make the turn?" I asked.
"That's weird," he frowned too and my mom looked concerned, "I pressed the brakes but the car didn't stop." He lifted his foot of the accelerator. Nothing changed. "Sally what's–"
My mom looked back at me and asked, "Percy, are you doing something?" I shook my head. What was going on? I wanted to go to camp. Paul tried turning the steering wheel.
"Sally, I can't control the freaking car!" He said. Then a lot happened extremely fast. We were going straight over a bridge, Half-Blood Hill way behind us, and suddenly the car turned right. The Prius flew straight off the bridge and shot directly towards the water below. My eyes widened. "Sally!" Paul yelled.
"Mom!" I screamed.
'Percy! Do something!" my mom screamed. We all shrieked and screamed as we plummeted towards the water. Right before we crashed against the water, I pulled myself forward and put my hands on both of their shoulder. I closed my eyes shut and braced myself for impact. I prayed to my dad. Poseidon…please, save us…please! Then we crashed against the water and kept rocketing towards the bottom of the lake.
I got jerked back into my seat when the car crashed with the water. I lost my grip on my mom and Paul's shoulder. I knew that the car wouldn't fill with water unless there was a leak or something, so I didn't have to worry about them breathing underwater. But I knew that sooner or later that water would pour in because of the pressure. And, just as I thought, the water started pouring in, coming through the now cracked windows and was about to fill the entire car. I could breathe fine but I wasn't sure about my parents. Then suddenly all of our seatbelts unbuckled themselves and the side doors opened. We were all pulled out of the car by some current and we rocketed towards the bottom of the floor of the lake.
"Mom! Paul! Are you two alright?!"
"We're fine Percy!"
I was shocked. I was expecting a nod or a shake of the head. "Mom? You can talk and breathe?"
She looked puzzled. We all looked towards the bottom of the lake and could see lights underneath us. We were slowing down too."
"Yes, Percy, I'm fine. But what the heck is going on?"
Paul spoke up. "This is impossible! First of all, Sally and I shouldn't be able to breathe… not that I'm complaining… and second of all…this lake isn't this deep! I feel like we've been shooting towards the bottom for quite a while now!" he exclaimed over the loud noise the rushing water made.
"I did pray to my dad… maybe he's helping us!"
We finally drew to a stop and landed on the sand. There were coral reefs and tropical fishes all around us. My mom touched a passing fish that reminded me of Nemo… what were they called? Clownfish? Paul just kept turning around in circles, his jaw hanging. In the distance I could see palaces and beautiful structures with fish. It was very bright and was the most amazing place I had ever seen, and I think we need to keep in mind that I've been to Olympus. It looked like paradise. I lifted my feet and slowly swam a little closer to the light. My parents were still trying to regain control of their legs.
The utopia in front of me looked vaguely familiar. I used my nautical senses to try and figure out where were exactly. We were definitely not anywhere close to Camp Half-Blood. Then I realized where we were and it brought back a lot of bad memories. This was where I had lost Beckendorf. Charles Beckendorf. He had helped me destroy the Princess Andromeda after the Blackjack incident with the Prius. Kronos had Beckendorf and he didn't survive the explosion.
I tried not to relive those memories. If I was where I thought I was, then my day was about to get a whole lot better.
"Percy, where are we?" asked my mom with a frantic tone.
"It's alright mom. I know where we are," I swam over to her to reassure her, "but last time I had been here, the place was in ruins because he was battling Oceanus."
"Oh, of course," Paul said in a sarcastic way, "silly me. But who are we talking about exactly?"
Then my mom noticed something big coming towards us. She rushed me over to her. It looked like a big black blob speeding towards us. I focused my eyes so I could see clearer and farther in the water. It was an ornate chariot being pulled by four magnificent ebony-colored horses. In the chariot was a stern woman in a beautiful aquamarine dress babbling to someone next to her. That person was my father in Ancient Greek armor and his trident in the air. I had a similar one back at my cabin at Camp Half-Blood but I never used it because it was too heavy and was not even close to being cool as his. The chariot pulled up next to us with an abrupt stop and the horses neighed and snorted loudly. I quickly swam to the horses to touch them because, well, they were awesome. Paul yelped and slowly walked back and my mom blushed when she saw my dad in the chariot.
"Ah, it's great to see that everyone is still in one piece" said Poseidon.
"Eh, I would've been fine either way" said the woman with the unhappy face.
I turned around to Paul and said very proudly, "Paul, this is my father Poseidon. You've met before," then I turned to my mother and said very awkwardly, "uh, mom, this here, uh, is my step-mother, I guess, Amphitrite."
Then there was a very long, awkward silence.