Percy Jackson ft. Harry Potter

Percy’s nightmare started like this...

He was walking on a train station at London, how he got there, he never knew. All he knew is that he was at King’s Cross station and someone pushed him towards the barrier between platform nine and ten. He closed his eyes, ready for the crash – it didn’t come.. he kept on falling..  when he opened his eyes he saw a guy fighting a basilisk – a gigantic snake – and the guy was doing mighty fine with a sword in his left hand while the right one was holding a.. stick? A mere stick? When the guy flicked his stick before the basilisk while shouting nonsense a light came from the stick and it defeated the basilisk. Wow. How did a stick do that? Just when he thought it was over the guy faced him and pointed his stick to him..

He sat bolt upright, shivering in his bed. There were no gigantic snake and dangerous guy with a stick. Morning sunlight filtered through his bedroom window. He closed his fingers reassuringly to the ballpoint pen he always slept with and studied the Ancient Greek writing engraved on the side: Anaklusmos. Riptide.

Percy was worried. For the dreams of the demigods were not just simple dreams. But for once he ignored his dream because it’s much of a bother if he can’t prepare for this afternoon. He’ll be hanging out with Annabeth. It’s not a date, they’ll just.. hang out, as friends he said, trying to convince his self that it’s true.

He was on the last day of his summer semester at Goode High school, sitting in the auditorium with all the other freshmen and trying to finish his I-didn’t-read-about-it-I’m-just-pretending-that-I-did essay on Hamlet, when Mrs O’Leary burst onto the stage, barking like crazy.

Mrs O’Leary is his pet hellhound. She’s a shaggy black monster the size of a Hummer, with a razor fangs, steel-sharp claws and glowing red eyes. She’s really sweet but usually, she stays at Camp Half-Blood. He was surprised to see her on stage thrashing around.

Everyone looked up. He was sure the other kids were going to panic and run to the exits, but they just started snickering and laughing. A couple of girls said, ‘Aww, cute!’

Their English teacher, Dr. Dreary, adjusted his glasses and frowned. ‘All right, whose Chihuahua?’ he asked. Percy sighed in relief. Thank gods for the Mist – the magical veil that keeps humans from seeing things the way they really are. ‘Um, mine sir,’ Percy spoke up. ‘Sorry! It must’ve followed me.’ Somebody behind him started whistling ‘Mary had a little lamb.’ More kids cracked up.

‘Enough!’ Dr. Dreary snapped. ‘Percy Jackson, this is a final exam. I cannot have Chihuahuas –‘

‘WOOF!’ Mrs O’Leary’s bark shook the auditorium.

‘I’ll get out of here Dr. Dreary. I’m finished anyway.’ He closed his test booklet and ran towards the stage. Mrs O’Leary bounded for the exit and he followed, the other kids still laughing and calling out behind him, ‘See ya, Chihuahua Boy!’

Mrs O’Leary ran down West 81^st Street towards the river. ‘Slow down!’ Percy yelled but Mrs O’Leary kept well ahead of him. She turned to bark every once in a while as if to say, Move it, slowpoke! She ran two blocks south, straight into a park. By the time Percy caught up with her, she’d leaped an iron fence and disappeared into a wall of bushes. On the other side was a clearing – a half acre of grass ringed with trees. Mrs O’Leary was sniffing around wagging her tail like crazy. Then, the ground opened up under Mrs O’Leary and Percy, and they fell into darkness. Percy expected to keep falling forever, or maybe be squashed into a demigod-hellhound special pie when they hit the bottom. But the next thing he knew, He together with the dangerous guy with the stick in his dreams was all hunched up together and that Mrs O’Leary was gone.

Harry immediately clasped his wand and pointed it to the stranger. The last thing he remembered was that he was about to go to his potion class when Moaning Myrtle gave him a strange looking beaker which turned out to be a portkey and he was transported here – in nothingness with an innocent looking guy holding a bronze sword.

‘You’re the stick guy!’ the boy said to Harry. ‘Stick what? First of all I’m Harry and can you please lower your sword and let’s both be calm.’ ‘You can see my sword?’ the boy asked, surprised. ‘Of course I can! I’m not blind if you didn’t notice.’ Harry was was starting to get irritated with the boy. ‘You’re not human then.’ The boy replied. ‘Of course I’m not a muggle! – wait. Are you telling me that you’re also not a muggle – I mean human?’

Percy knew that this guy was not normal but either way he was still shocked when the guy said he was not human. He was hesitant whether he’d lower Riptide or not but did the former anyway. ‘So, I’m Percy Jackson. A demigod, son of Poseidon. What about you? And seriously dude, what’s with the stick? No offense meant.’

Harry was taken aback by what this boy – Percy said. ‘Wait. What? You’re a demi – what? God? Hah.’ He scoffed. ‘You’re funny. And no worries, no offense taken.’

 ‘I’m not joking. I’m really am a demigod. Half human, half God. I know it sounds crazy but believe me, gods do really exist. Don’t worry I was also shell-shocked the first time I knew this.’ Percy said. ‘What about you? I’m pretty sure you’re also not normal.’ He snorted.

‘I’m Harry. Harry Potter, a wizard, which explains the stick. This is a wand. I use this to do stuffs.’ Harry said swishing his wand creating small bits of lightdust.

‘Cool. Are you by chance a son of Circe or Hecate?’ Percy said ogling at the tiniest of lights that Harry created.

‘No. never heard ‘bout them. Look, this is only my theory but what if we came from different worlds and we were brought here for a reason?’ Fair enough. They heard growling, hissing and shouting at the far end of the island they were at.

‘What’s that?’ Percy asked uncapping his Riptide again.

‘We need to go there.’ Harry said with determination.

Only one word could define what they saw in the kingdom that was attacked: CHAOS. There were different kinds of monsters, wizards and witches, and even helpless humans fighting. Harry saw a kid crying in the street and he placed her in a safe place and asked her what’s happening. The kid explained that the wizards, and monsters were trying to invade their kingdom and steal their gold. The heroes decided to help the humans protect their kingdom. Percy and Harry parted ways to deal with their enemies.

Percy went to the first monster he saw killing humans like they were nothing. The Minotaur – it was seven feet tall, his arms and legs was like something from the cover of Muscle Man magazine – bulging biceps and triceps and all the other ‘ceps, all stuffed like baseball under vein-webbed skin. The top half of its body was chilling. Rough brown hair started at about his belly button and got thicker as it reached its shoulders. His neck was a bulk of muscle and fur leading up to his massive head, which had a snout, snotty nostrils, and horns – enormous black-and-white horns with points you just couldn’t get from an electric sharpener.

The Minotaur closed in and hovered over him. Percy sprinted to the right, turned and saw the creature’s eyes glowing with hate. It lowered its head and charged, razor-sharp horns aimed straight at his chest. Percy tried to break his horn with his sword but it just started a crazed motion which sent Riptide flying. It charged again aiming for his head this time but Percy jumped to the side and the Minotaur stormed past like a freight train. ‘I could outwit this monster.’ He said to himself. But the Minotaur shook himself around and bucked like a festival bull. Percy got a hold of his ballpoint pen again and like a show, with a perfect timing uncapping the pen, it pierced through the Minotaur’s mouth. Then, it began to disintegrate like a crumbling sand, blown away by the wind. The young demigod then slayed monster after another with resolve.

On the other side, the wizard Harry Potter, was having troubles, for he was dealing with Bellatrix, the witch who killed his only family – his godfather and the one who led the witches in this war. Bellatrix pointed a curse over her shoulder. A vessel near her rose into the air and tilted. Harry was swamped in the foul-smelling potion within. The creatures slipped and slid over him and began spinning their long, colored tentacles, but he shouted, ‘Wingardium Leviosa!’ and they flew into the air away from him.  When he was free, he saw Bellatrix escaping but he dashed toward her. As fast like a lightning Bellatrix aimed another spell at him. He dodged and crouched behind the buildings listening as the spell zoomed past him. There were no more footsteps. She had stopped running. ‘Come out, baby Harry!’ she called in her mock-baby voice. ‘What did you come after me for, then? I thought you were here to protect this gibberish and avenge my dear cousin!’ She said snarling this time. ‘You loved that good-for-nothing bloke didn’t you?’

Hatred rose in Harry such as he had never known before. He flung himself out from behind the building and bellowed ‘Crucio!’ Bellatrix screamed. The spell had knocked her off her feet, but she did not writhe and shriek with pain – she was already on her feet again, breathless, no longer laughing. She countered with the killing spell ‘Avada Kedavra!’ Harry ducked again and aimed a stunning spell ‘Protego!’ but it missed her. ‘Crucio!’ she bellowed, that time, it hit him he screamed in pain, tortured, and Bellatrix was laughing like a maniac. ‘You can’t beat me Potter. I’m gonna kill you just the way I killed your beloved godfather!’ She then casted the killing spell ‘AVADA KEDAVRA!’ Harry was anticipating that he’d die but was shocked to see a bronze sword deflecting the spell, the jet of red light, bounced back to the caster and Bellatrix died.

With their leader gone, the wizards and witches pulled out from the war and the heroes were invited at the palace. The royal family thanked them for they were fighting a losing war before the heroes saved the day. The king granted their wish to go back to their own respective worlds…

Percy was woken up by the sound of his alarm clock indicating that it was only 7:00, February 30. The last day of his summer class.

That same moment, in the parallel universe, Harry Potter was still asleep. Drawn into the realms of his dreams.

PRICE OF WORLD'S EVOLUTION

Garbage here, garbage there, garbage everywhere

Is this the way to show that human beings care?

Body of water, Air, Animals and Forests that people kill

The excruciating pain that our Mother Earth feel

New Resolutions are the only solution

To save the Earth’s future generation

Sweet promises that people hear

When elections are coming near

But when they get to sit at that chair

They seem to forget that people are still there

General public pay for their taxes

Politicians buy billion dollar houses

Why do you think that injecting that needle in your vein

Trying Ecstasy, Marijuana, Opium and Cocaine

Can make your problems and pain go away

Instead you’re just piling it up and putting it at bay

I cannot watch one more day as you throw your life away

I know it’s hard but I believe you could stop and choose the right way

Pollution, Corruption, Addiction

Is this the price of world’s evolution?

Eleven Minutes Quotes

Paulo Coelho’s a virtuoso! One of the greatest books that I've ever read. Actually, this is the first time that I've read a Paulo Coelho novel and the time and effort that I've exerted on reading this novel paid off – the book even exceeded my expectations. I think the experiences and lessons given by this book is priceless that no other book can give the same. It will make you see the world in a different light. It shows perspective of a lonely, suffering, struggling woman facing the challenges given by life and how those challenges molded her to become a brave and wise woman. And finally the ending scene was just too perfect. I just can’t get enough. For that reason, I decided to make a compilation of quotes I got from the book. Here it is:

“Everything tells me that I am about to make a wrong decision, but making mistakes is just a part of life. What does the world want of me? Does it want me to take no risks, to go back where I came from because I didn’t have the courage to say yes to ‘life’?”

“If I must be faithful to someone or something, then I have, first of all to be faithful to myself. If I’m looking for true love, I first have to get the mediocre loves out of my system. The little experience of life I’d have had taught me that no one owns anything, that everything is an illusion – and that applies to material as well as spiritual things.”

“If I’ve learned one lesson from all that’s happened to me, it’s that there is no such thing as biggest mistake of your existence. There’s no such thing as ruining your life. Life’s a pretty resilient thing, it turns out.”

“If I had fallen asleep and suddenly woken up on a roller coaster, what would I feel? Well, I would feel trapped and sick, terrified of every bend, wanting to get off. However, if I believe that the track is my destiny and that God is in charge of the machine, then the nightmare becomes something thrilling. It becomes exactly what it is, a rollercoaster, a safe, reliable toy, which will eventually stop, but, while the journey lasts, I must look at the surrounding landscape and whoop with excitement.”

“Love was undoubtedly one of the things capable of changing a person’s whole life, from one moment to the next. But there was one side of the coin, the second thing that could make a human being take a totally different course from the one he or she had planned; and that was called despair. Yes, perhaps love could really transform someone, but despair did the job more quickly.”

That’s what the world is like: people talk as if they knew everything, but if you dare to ask a question, they don’t know anything.

“We live in a vale of tears. We can have all the dreams we like, but life is hard, implacable, and sad.”

“I’m not a body with a soul. I’m a soul that has visible part called the body.”

“Eleven minutes. The world revolved around something that only took eleven minutes.”

“Human beings can withstand a week without water, two weeks without food, many years of homelessness, but not loneliness. It is worst of all tortures, the worst of all sufferings.”

“All my life, I thought of love as some kind of voluntary enslavement. Well, that’s a lie: freedom only exists when love is present. The person who gives him or herself wholly, the person who feels freest, is the person who loves most wholeheartedly. And the person who loves wholeheartedly feels free.”

That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it.

Considering the way the world is, one happy day is almost a miracle.

“Love is not to be found in someone else, but in ourselves; we simply awaken it. But in order to do that, we need the other person. The universe only makes sense when we have someone to share our feelings with.”

“Passion makes a person stop eating, sleeping working, feeling at peace. A lot of people are frightened because, when it appears, it demolishes all the old things it finds in its path.

No one wants their life thrown into chaos. That is why a lot of people keep that threat under control…

Other people think exactly the opposite: they surrender themselves without a second thought, hoping to find in passion all the solutions to all their problems. They make the other person responsible for their happiness and blame them for their possible unhappiness. They are either euphoric because something marvellous has happened or depressed because something unexpected has just ruined everything. Keeping passion at bay or surrendering blindly to it – which of these two attitudes is the least destructive?”

“Instead of buying something that you would like to have, I’m giving you something that is mine. A gift. A sign of respect for the person before me, asking him to understand how important it is to be by his side. Now he has a small part of me with him, which I gave him with my free, spontaneous will.”

“I’m teaching you because I’ve discovered something I didn’t know before. The giving of gifts. Giving something of one’s own. Giving something important rather than asking…

I carry with me a part of your past, and you carry with you a little of my present. Isn’t that lovely?”

Everyone knows how to love, because we are all born with that gift.

“…no one can know how to humiliate another person if they themselves have not experienced humiliation.”

"…it wasn’t necessary to find your own demons in order to find God."

“…it isn’t necessary to know everything about ourselves; human beings weren’t made solely to go in search of wisdom, but also to plough the land, wait for rain, plant the wheat, harvest the grain, make the bread.”

“The strongest love is the love that can demonstrate its fragility. Anyway, if my love is real, freedom will conquer jealousy and any pain it causes me, since pain is also part of the natural process…”

“When I had nothing to lose, I had everything. When I stopped being who I am, I found myself.”

The further off they are, the closer to the heart are all those feelings that we try to repress and forget. If we’re in exile, we want to store away every tiny memory of our roots. If we’re far from the person we love, everyone we pass in the street reminds us of them.

“I think that perhaps we always fall in love the very first instant we see the man of our dreams, even though, at the time, reason may be telling us otherwise, and we may fight against that instinct, hoping against hope that we won’t win, until there comes a point when we allow ourselves to be vanquished by our feelings…”

"We'll always have Paris." Ralf's most romantic line. <3

The chicken's peculiar story

The story was all about a peculiar chicken. The chicken was indeed an odd one for no one could tell either it was a hen or a rooster. This chicken was the cause why the two brothers argued the whole day and because of this, their parents were also caught up in the argument. Their mother even cried and said that their father was just being stubborn and mean. For this reason the two brothers went to the oldest man which was also the chief of their village to ask whether the chicken was a hen or rooster, but instead, the old man said that it’s not a chicken but a bird. Since the two brothers were not contented by the chief’s answer, they especially went to the other town to consult the expert. Mr. Cruz graduated in UP and was an owner of a big poultry business in town so they thought most likely that the guy could answer their question but they were mistaken for the expert admitted that it was the first time that he’d seen such a peculiar chicken that even he, a pro can’t tell if it’s a hen or rooster. Moving on to the last resort to resolve their problem, the younger brother approved that if the chicken would win in a cockfight they’ll both agree that it’s a rooster but if not, it will be a hen. The opponent of the peculiar chicken was a known champ in a cockfight, so the younger brother was worried for their chicken. But an unusual thing happened, when the opponent saw the peculiar chicken it did a love dance and that’s when the chicken saw its chance and lunged at the enemy causing it immediately to be knocked out. Because of this happening, the brothers finally ended the argument and both came into an agreement that the chicken was a rooster. Yet again, an unexpected thing happened, and their rooster (or so they thought) laid an egg.

First of all, I would like you to take note, yes, YOU to take note that I love stories with humour. Therefore, among the five stories, this story caught my attention because I should say that this story is amusing, entertaining and most of all its hilarious. The story, plot and the characters are hard to predict, and for that reason I was drawn to the story more. Each character had their own distinct features that make them unique and memorable. The certain value that I like the most about the characters is that they never give up until they finally get what they want. The chicken here in the story symbolized the problems that’s given to us in life and on how we deal with it, already depends on us. The characters in the story showed perseverance and gave it all they got to solve their problem on hand. I especially liked the ending for just when I thought that their problem was resolved a surprising thing happened. The story was indeed peculiar just like the chicken.