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scarareg · 4 months

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Percy Jackson and The Olympians Season 1 Review (2/3)

Part 1 • Part 3

What I dislike:

The action scenes are lacking. An example is Percy fighting Mrs Dodds: 1rst-Why did it happen in front of everyone? That makes not sense. Yes, the Mist hides stuff but if a woman attacks a teenager everyone will see it! 2nd- It was weirdly paced. Like one second Mrs Dodds was standing and the next she was dead. It took me a second to realize what happened. It was anticlimactic and Percy basically did nothing,he was just lucky Riptide opened up just in time to stop her. Another scene like that was the fight against Ares. To me it was "just fine" yet not epic. I feel it should be a little longer and I wish to see more of Ares using his battle tactics and powers, he is the God of War after all. Again, it is ok for what it is but it definitely could and should have been a bigger moment as a season finale, as Percy's moment to be a hero and prove himself, and as a demonstration of power level and difference between a mortal and a God! Also, it feels kinda insane that a guy with almost no training can defeat Ares so easy. That is a problem that stems from the lack of screen time at Camp in the first episodes,seeing Percy learning how to fight; sadly it backfired in the season finale. And you may say "well,these scenes include kids so is harder to make a bigger,more explosive,more incredible action scene than if they were adults" but it's possible. In House Of The Dragon a scene with five children fighting with only sand,a rock (that is not even used) and a dagger has way more tension than the God of War fighting our hero. The Minotaur scene was fine too. There are some changes like in the book Sally tried her best to distract it but because she is a normal human she could not do much, the whole taunting the Minotaur was Percy's stuff showing his bravery (I like the idea of Sally doing that to protect her baby tho,is cute) and Percy discovered in the process that he has inhuman agility and strength; so what they changed it's fine, my only complaint would be that the scene was super dark (all night scenes are) and it was hard to see what was going on,but I feel that at this point that is a Hollywood problem, so wathever

In the book,at the battle of Percy vs Ares,Kronos himself stops Ares from killing Perseus, but here it did not happen. That moment foreshadows Kronos interest in Percy because he wants to use him as a basel

Percy intelligence is heavily underused. In the books Percy constantly connects the dots and clues to figure out who people/monsters/Gods are; in addition to getting out of situations in creative and fun ways. Here there is none of that . An excellent example is the Lotus Casino. Book Percy figured out people there get trapped while he was talking with two boys who were not from this century. In the show Hermes just told him (which by the way,making Hermes own the place makes him an asshole who traps people for some reason, and as a Hermes fan it makes me angry).

While fighting Echidna, she do not have telekinesis powers or something, Percy is being chased by her chihuahua/Chimaera and he, of his own free will, decides to jump to the water showing his bravery and how willing he is to believe his dad has his back, and he is damn right! His father helped him and he learned that he can breathe underwater. All of these if missing

Percy did not speak even once with horses,that was the whole purpose of the Zebra,which also didn't appear in an episode titled "We Take A Zebra To Vegas"

The school acting like Percy is the son of Satan himself and that the best is for Sally to teach him from home. All of this because Percy drawing something so horrible,so despicable,so wicked ...a Pegasus(?) Like WTF! that the stupidest stuff I have ever seen. A kid drawing a Pegasus is not a sign of alarm,is a sign of being a kid, you fucking morons! Its imagination and creativity,and that's it,you are supposed to work with children,how can you be scared of that?! And if a kid is wondering around in the school's rooftop,that's on the school not the child. You supposed to be taking care of him,what is a kid doing there? That's your fault for being irresponsible!

They leaving Crusty free and happy,knowing he is a serial killer,wtf! All that scene was really weird in general. Percy just walked into the store without explaining how and when they found that place, how they know the Underworld is there, and they already knew everything about the store and Crusty,it felt unnatural and unearn. And in the book Crusty doesn't guard the doors to the Underworld,because why the Gods would leave that job to a guy like that? That's Charon's job

Lotus Casino (refering to the inside, the outside is really cool) was kinda boring, and they were trapped there and not go intentionally. It is tempting for children, that is why there are games for them to play. There is a waterslide, an indoor bungee jumping bridge, hundred of videogames. Here almost everything is just gambling and I know it is a casino but in the book is cooler. And there is VR games too, and that's it.

Charon, in both the books and any myth ever,would let you pass if you give him coins,so why did they change that and make him have control over Cerberus? Is a strange decision

The Underworld is supposed to have this kinda silly elements that subvert your expectations of it,like Charon loving suits, there are lines of new people(souls) arriving, and this fun banner that reads "Judgement For Elysium And Eternal Damnation. Welcome, Newly Deceased!" , Percy mentioned he could see Sisyphus at the distance. In the show we don't see the freaking River Styx! No Elysium and seeing Percy deciding that there is where he wants to be once he dies, I think that shows his character. No Persephone's Garden with her pomegranate trees. And the Fields of Asphodel (also known as Asphodel Meadows) are not a forest,are....well,meadows; I know,shocking, kinda hard to figure that out. By the way,that is another strange change because Rick knows what Asphodel looks like,that is why he represented them as an never ending field with the "largest concert crowd" with no electricity and no noise. Ah,also, missed opportunity for a Hazel easter egg

Hades is so TERRIBLE that I almost cried! Disney, we are talking about the King of the Underworld! Do you have idea what kind of creatures live there and they'll respect and fear him? In the books is important that he resents (hardcore) his family. His children inherit that as a fatal flaw. The reason is he had two children with momma di Angelo and he loved them dearly but Zeus wanted to kill them, and finally killed her, Hades only could save the children. Add insult to injury when his 2 brothers had children and received no repercussions for it. It is the reason he did not join the war against his father until the last second (thanks Nico!) . He also feel he got the worst job and he neither lives nor is allowed freely visit the cool, bright Olympus. All of it made him a cold person. Show Hades does not feel like he went through all of that, and if he did, it is like he did not care much. The writers are taking away his complexity and now he is a joke, a boring one.

Zeus was bad too but in a different way. He is just meh, did not make me feel anything in particular. I think it may be because when I imagine Zeus I picture him as a guy with beard, kinda like Santa Claus lmao and Lance Reddick (may he rest in peace,love him) looks nothing like him, so it was hard for me to believe he was Zeus. Maybe is just a me problem to be honest. Also, they made him kinda dumb because when Percy told him his dad is planing a war, he is just like "yeah I know, but right now is more important to fight your dad Poseidon" and that is extremely stupid,to be honest

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bloodyshadow1 · 5 months

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so the percy jackson series was good, not just decent, but genuinely good. There are 5 criticisms that I have to make though to get them out of my system. Mostly small and 1 that will hopefully change as things move forward. Please dont take it seriously, the show has been great, but there are some things I need to get off of my chest as I watch it

I don't really like how the minotaur looked. just a preference I thought he looked too bulky and too much like a bull that happen to stand on 2 legs instead of a human bull hybrid. I was actually wondering for a while if they changed things and he was going to stay on 4 legs for the fight.

I dont' know if I like Percy having Riptide at the start. Personally Percy's first training session where he every normal sword doesn't feel right in his hands was one of my favorite scenes. I like how he does have a weakness where only certain weapons, (powered by the sea) feel right in his hands while others feel awkward to him. I don't know how they would do the scene in a show where you aren't having Percy's inner POV so I get it, I just feel sad that one of my favorite scenes is gone

Chiron sometimes just looked weird. Not the actor or anything, but the way they shot him sometimes. The scenes where he's walking with Percy, when they cut to him they show him from the waste up and without Percy by his side, like they cut back and forth between the two like the two actors were shot in different locations and they are trying to pretend they weren't without digitally editing them together. They also sometimes seemed to refuse to show Chiron's horse parts, I assume to save on CGI for it, but it looks awkward sometimes because the actor moves like he has a centaur body in some of the shots, but because they don't show the horse body the way he moves doesn't look human, like he looks very stilted and doesn't move his body like he's taking steps. Combine with the first part it doesn't even feel like Percy's talking to Chiron, the centaur, but Chiron, the 8 foot guy from a lower budget project.

I'm kind of mixed on the fight scene by the river in ep 2. It was well done, well choreographed but I don't think Percy ever steps foot in the water until Annabeth pushes him. The whole point of the scene was to show Percy gets a power boost when he's in the water, that he goes from a 12 year old to superman when he touches it. In the show, he just starts to get good, kind of like Jackie Chan mixed with the first Matrix Neo. I think it's to show him as a natural swordsman, but I liked that it wasn't just him, but the powerboost he gets due to being a son of Poseidon not just a prodigy. It is somewhat mitigated by him already having Riptide, a blade that fits perfectly in his hands instead of a basic camp sword that would already feel awkward in his hands, but still, I would have preferred it like it was in the books. Also Clarisse's scream at the end wasn't great either, should have done another take. Screams are hard though so whatever but still felt cringy. Also also, the whole strategy was to put Percy on boarder patrol near the river specifically so he would have the same advantage he had in the bathroom, not just him guarding a random road on the battlefield and stumbling into the river. The strategy still works because the main goal is to draw Clarisse away due to her grudge against Percy, but it would have showed off Annabeth's strategy chops to have multiple reasons

This one is gonna be controversial because the Actress playing Annabeth is already getting a stupid amount of hate, but I do think they sand down her edges and slightly girl power her up when it isn't necessary. Annabeth is one of my favorite characters in the series, tied with Percy for first, but I like her flaws and all. I like how she stood aside when Percy and Clarisse have their first clash, and got covered in toilet water too, I like how she has a dumb little girl crush on Luke who views her like a little sister and is embarrassed to the point of blushing when he addresses her, I like how she interrogates a barely conscious Percy about something he has no idea happened. I just feel like by reducing her screen time and letting Luke show Percy around it lessens who she is as a character and sands down her edges in attempting to making her a 'girl boss.' Which brings me to the other part of the issue, Annabeth is a super smart badass and talented action girl, you don't really need to say it if you're not going to show it. She doesn't need to be shilled, the character should just be allowed to be. That's why Luke's comment about her being the best warrior in camp kind of rubbed me the wrong way. The line could have been something about she's only 12 and one of the best warriors int he camp already and I think it would have amounted to the same thing and kept things more grounded. I don't mind her being hailed as one of the smartest or best strategists, but maybe it's just me being an adult, it's weird to say a 12 year old is the best warrior in the camp where they train child soldiers. That being said, she's only been in one of the two eps, she'll have plenty of time to show off her other skills. And again I want to be clear, it is not a flaw of the Actress, it's a flaw of the writing that I hope they course correct as a book reader

--> PS to point 5 Unfortunately, TLT doesn't have that many fight scenes compared to the later books and while Annabeth is the brains behind the quest, I'm not sure if she's going to get a chance to show off her fighting prowess unless they change the books so from a book readers perspective it just feels like a tell not shown line

-> PSS to point 5. Also another small nitpick, kind of feels blasphemous as a percabeth shipper, but I think the 'you drool in your sleep,' line wasn't delivered in the proper area. when Annabeth is being Percy's sleep paralysis demon, she interrogates him over what's happening on Olympus and the solstice, it felt weird to her just standing there just to say the line. I think she should have said the line at the toilets when Percy mentions seeing her in the infirmary and asks if she's stalking him. I think changing some things around makes it feel more real and less like a line they had to say, but that's just me

Other than that, sure there are moments that made me cringe, but I'm also an adult and the show is for kids, it's fine. I think the series is great and it's only been 2 episodes, there's plenty of time to find their groove. They change stuff sure, but eh, I'm okay with most of it and even happy in some cases. Even if I'm criticizing I'll only mention it in my posts if I think the books genuinely did a scene better.

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poisonpercy · 5 months

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Watching episode 1, here are my thoughts

Baby Percy is adorable. They did amazing casting for younger Percy because how are you going to tell me that’s not Walker Scobell

Percy is low key a good artist. His drawings of the monsters he’s seeing are way better than I expected

Grover and Percy, my cuties 🥹🥹

Percy looking at the Perseus statue has me bawling my eyes out

That quote about how everyone who looks like a hero isn’t a hero and how everyone who looks like a monster isn’t a monster is very good. That very much is the core of pjo

Nancy Bobofit is perfect lmao

I don’t like Chiron giving Percy Riptide when he did. I like how it’s done in the books better

Percy and Grover switching items of their sandwiches is so cute. Besties

The fountain scene is funny ngl. It looked so fake 💀

The Mrs. Dodds fight scene was lame

“Is he dead?” Lol

Chiron and Grover and their gaslight gatekeep girlboss moment. Poor Percy

Grover how dare you betray Percy in the principal’s office 😭😭 I would never forgive him for that if I was Percy

“At least I know you think you didn’t.” I’M GOING TO BITE CHIRON’S HEAD OFF

No Greyhound bus scene? No Percy seeing the fates cut the string? No Grover saying that it’s always 6th grade? Those scenes shouldn’t have been cut wtf

Eddie is nice??

Why is Gabe funny? He’s supposed to be an asshole, he’s not supposed to be funny

Sally listening to Olivia Rodrigo while sitting in the rain is stupid. THEY CUT THE WHOLE GREYHOUND BUS SCENE BUT ADD THIS??? MAKE IT MAKE SENSE

Blue jellybeans 🥺🥺

Why are Sally and Gabe low key friends?? How is his murder via Medusa’s head justified with this behavior? Gabe better get worse

The show is too dark. I have my laptop at full brightness and it’s still hard to see

Why is Sally telling Percy about his dad being a god while at Montauk? I like how it happens in the book better

“You feel in love with God? Like Jesus?” Lol

No because why is Percy being told everything before even leaving Montauk? He should be in the dark and have his life flipped upside while he’s grieving Sally at camp

“Why are you telling me this?” <- I would also like the answer to that question

“Grover, why is there half a goat in your pants?” Idk but something about how that line is phrased is hilarious

The car scene is literally so dark. I can’t see anything that is happening

“I’m actually 24.” Grover, now is not the time to explain the weird aging of satyrs

Why is Sally putting so much pressure on Grover. That’s not Sally 🤨 I like Sally’s actress but I don’t think the people in the writer’s room get her character

This pacing is wack. Literally why is everything moving so fast??

I don’t like that Percy has Riptide during the fight with the Minotaur. Actually, I don’t like the fight scene at all. It’s so boring and I can hardly see what’s happening

Overall, it’s cute. I don’t love it, but I don’t hate it. I’m going to be honest, I don’t care about the characters or story so far because I feel like I’m being told I should care, but not shown why I should care. The pacing is horrible so far. Everything is moving too fast. The show also suffers from having horrible lighting. It’s hard to care about what’s happening when you can’t see what’s happening on the screen. It’s all very boring right now. Where’s the chaos that kept me hooked the first time?? Actors are great, I’ll give them that. But the show is so far not doing it for me

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annonymouslyblonde · 2 years

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Fandom: Percy Jackson

Pairing: Percy x Annabeth

Genre: Song fic (Taylor Swift's Sparks Fly)

Summary: Percy Jackson had always done something to Annabeth. It was something she couldn't put a name to for years. But it was definitely a spark of something. Written for the Percabeth discord's "Story of Us" fest

Percy Jackson was a force of nature in everything he did. It was clear to Annabeth the day she watched him defeat a minotaur completely untrained with nothing but a sword. As a warrior, he was fierce as a cyclone. When he defended, he held the fury of a hundred hurricanes. Even his love for his mom was something intense and impassioned, like a riptide dragging anyone in its way undertow. And from the moment he arrived, Annabeth knew they would be on a direct collision course. He was the one; he had to be. The way he fought with instinct? There was no way he wasn't the hero of the great prophecy. Part of her was terrified despite all the years of hoping, praying for his arrival. Now faced with the truth of her future, the inevitable, Annabeth felt the overwhelming urge to run. Running was her default. But there was no running from the gods. From prophecies. From him .

So she stayed by him while he healed, fed him ambrosia, even attempted to get a few answers out of him. The boy was completely clueless, though. Thank Aphrodite you're pretty , she thought harshly as she watched him pass out again. He clearly wouldn't be a child of Athena. Good , a small part of her heart whispered. Even she had to admit he was cute, but she tried to push that away. Her mind should be focused on the quest and the stolen item, not if the new kid was cute. Not memorizing the slopes of his face. Definitely not thinking about those sparkling green eyes she had only a glimpse of.

Instead, she distracted herself by analyzing his fighting style against the minotaur. It did the job, but it lacked training. His stance was entirely too narrow, and the way he wielded that sword was nothing short of atrocious. And she wasn't at all jealous that he defeated a freaking minotaur on his very first day. Not. At. All.

Perhaps that was why her words were hard and bitter later that day when she looked at the minotaur horn and told him that he drooled in his sleep, then silently cursed herself the entire way to Cabin Eleven. Her words were still biting when Chiron brought him back to her. When had she lost the ability to be rational and speak? This raven-haired boy was doing something to her. Something she seriously hoped he couldn't see.

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A son of Poseidon. She had thought about developing a crush on a son of freaking Poseidon. It must have been a true testament to how little Athena paid attention to her that she wasn’t struck down immediately for the fleeting desire. Her gaze flickered over to his form, alone at the Poseidon table, almost feeling sorry for him. Annabeth hated seeing anyone forced to sit alone at a meal. Even if he was a dirty rotten son of Poseidon.

The small glimmer of pity she felt for him vanished the moment she overheard Chiron send him to the oracle. Of course he'd get a quest. Five long years of praying, begging for a quest, constantly being denied, and his first summer, the son of a Big Three was granted a quest. And an extremely important one, too! Annabeth was determined to get herself on that quest, somehow, someway. She would not sit back at camp. Even if it meant working with a son of Poseidon.

She was prepared to fight her point, justify her presence on the quest, but when he called her Wise Girl, her cheeks flushed while her brain short-circuited. No one ever called her Wise Girl except Clarisse. The way Percy said the nickname was nothing like the daughter of Ares, though. No venom, no bite. Perhaps fondly, even , she wondered. The flush staining her cheeks deepened at the thought as a shot of pure energy ran from her toes up through the top of her head. Her hair was standing on ends, she was sure of it.

What was this boy doing to her?

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Something about Percy just felt comfortable, like the home she never had. Perhaps it was days of exhaustion or the closeness of the truck, but Annabeth felt safe with him. As she opened up, telling him about her family and how she came to Camp Half-Blood, she wanted to lean into him, lay her head against his shoulder, and take every comfort he gave her. What she had finally admitted to herself was a serious crush rooted deeper in the dark of that animal transport truck as she promised to fight by his side, no matter what her mom did. Because he was her friend .

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It was finally her chance. Maybe even her last. After years of brief moments wishing he'd kiss her or she could kiss him, even one desperate kiss on Mt. Saint Helens when she feared never seeing him again, here he was in the middle of a Manhattan street, asking her to kiss him. In front of basically the entire camp. Why didn't she take it? Staring straight into those captivating green eyes, her mind screamed GODS YES even as she sent him on his way with a sarcastic remark and possibly her whole heart. If he died before she made good on the promise, she may never forgive herself. But it was her way of telling him they would win, that she believed they would win. Gods, she hoped she was right.

There were moments she thought maybe she was wrong, so very wrong. Perhaps she had over-estimated their own defenses and underestimated the brutality of Kronos's forces. Watching as Percy fought Ethan who she was sure knew of Percy's weak spot, a moment of terror nearly drowned her as worry crept in that she would forever be haunted if Ethan took the shot. Haunted by the what-ifs, haunted by the missing moments, haunted by the single request she turned down. She knew those green eyes would turn accusing and haunt her dreams every night for eternity if he were gone. She would go down to the Underworld alone if necessary to give him that kiss.

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The moment her lips touched his, everything faded. All the scrapes dulled, and her aching body faded into the background. His kiss took away every pain, physical and emotional. Winning the war was great. Coming back to camp as champions of Olympus was exhilarating. But sitting next to the lake kissing Percy, on his 16th birthday no less, just felt right .

Camp was a blur after that. A blur that included lots of dates to the strawberry fields and even more kisses both above and underwater. As much good as there was, the pain came too. Too many burial shrouds and pyres to burn. Election of new counselors in cabins that no longer had one. But as new campers came in claimed and alive, hope spread through camp like Greek fire.

On the eve of camp dismissal, Chiron announced a firework show to commemorate the truly astonishing summer they had all survived. It was the perfect ending. For years, Annabeth had shared a blanket with Percy watching the spectacular show the Hephaestus cabin created for the Fourth of July. But this time, Percy tentatively wrapped an arm around her shoulders, refusing to meet her eye when she looked at him with a smirk. As the fireworks lit up the skies, Annabeth found her eyes drifting to Percy far more captivated by the way his shone with each explosion.

Walking back from Firework Beach hand in hand, a drop of water landed right on Annabeth’s nose. At first, she thought it may have fallen from the trees overhead until another hit her forehead, then another landed on her shoulder. Before she knew it, they were caught in the middle of a full on rainstorm. And Percy was grinning ear to ear.

"What are you doing!?" she shouted over the pelting rain. “It can't rain unless someone makes it, Mr. Son of Poseidon.”

In seconds, the rain had saturated her hair, pasting it against her face. Even his hair was wet as tracks of water ran into his eyes. With a swift tug, Percy pulled her into him and kissed her soft and slow.

“I've always wanted to kiss you in the pouring rain,” he admitted. “It's romantic, right?”

A laugh burst from her as she looped her arms around his neck. “You're impossible, Seaweed Brain!”

And the smile he shot her filled her stomach with sparks. White hot explosions of fireworks. From the beginning, Percy Jackson did something to Annabeth. It wasn't the butterflies Selina always gushed that Beckendorf gave her. No, this was more like a spark, hot and burning. Pure electricity blazing through her body. Like ambrosia, he could heal her of her deepest ailments, accompanied by the undercurrent of burning up. He could take her down with a single blow. His humanity may have been grounded in her, but her feelings for him was her own Achilles’ heel.

“Hey, Wise Girl,” he called to her, pulling her out of her thoughts. The troublemaker smile she loved split his face when her eyes met his sparkling green ones, full of life, full of mischief. Full of love.

“Yeah,” she breathed, finally remembering he'd called her. But his smile widened as he tugged at the grey curl that clung to her cheek, the mark of their shared burden.

“Nothing. I just like looking at you.”

“Seaweed brain,” she mumbled just before he framed her face, pulling her in for another long kiss.

Heat flooded her like a jar of Greek fire. The white hot sparks electrified her again, and she was sure it was a feeling she'd never get tired of. It was like a shot of adrenaline straight to the heart, focusing her only on Percy. The smell of sandy beaches and ocean spray, the slightly salty taste of his kiss. The tingle of his touch where he caressed her cheek.

Every day with Percy, the sparks flew.

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kookie-doughs · 3 years

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Y/N L/N AND THE HALFBLOODS

Percy Jackson X Reader

-Y/N L/N met Percy Jackson and everything was now ruined.

CHAPTER 16: Mini Elvis

The war god was waiting for us in the diner parking lot. "Well, well," he said. "You didn't get yourself killed." "You knew it was a trap," Percy hissed. Ares gave me a wicked grin. "Bet that crippled blacksmith was surprised when he netted a couple of stupid kids. You looked good on TV." Taking the shield from Percy I shoved it at him. "You're a jerk." Annabeth and Grover caught their breath. Ares grabbed the shield and spun it in the air like pizza dough. It changed form, melting into a bulletproof vest. He slung it across his back. "See that truck over there?" He pointed to an eighteen-wheeler parked across the street from the diner. "That's your ride. Take you straight to L.A., with one stop in Vegas." The eighteen-wheeler had a sign on the back, which I could read only because it was reverse-printed white on black, a good combination for dyslexia: KINDNESS INTERNATIONAL: HUMANE ZOO TRANSPORT. WARNING: LIVE WILD ANIMALS. Percy said, "You're kidding." Ares snapped his fingers. The back door of the truck unlatched. "Free ride west, punk. Stop complaining. And here's a little something for doing the job." He slung a blue nylon backpack off his handlebars and tossed it to Percy. Inside were fresh clothes for all of us, twenty bucks in cash, a pouch full of golden drachmas, and a bag of Double Stuff Oreos. Percy said, "I don't want your lousy—" "Thank you, Lord Ares," Grover interrupted, giving him his best red-alert warning look. "Thanks a lot." I could see Percy gritting his teeth. It was probably a deadly insult to refuse something from a god, but I also didn't want anything that Ares had touched. Reluctantly, he swung the bag over his shoulder. I looked back at the diner, which had only a couple of customers now. The waitress who'd served us dinner was watching nervously out the window, like she was afraid Ares might hurt us. She dragged the fry cook out from the kitchen to see. She said something to him. He nodded, held up a little disposable camera and snapped a picture of us. Great, I thought. We'll make the papers again tomorrow.

I imagined the headline: TWELVE-YEAR-OLD OUTLAWS BEATS UP DEFENSELESS BIKER. "You owe us one more thing," Percy told Ares, trying to keep my voice level. "You promised me information about our parents." "You sure you can handle the news?" He kick-started his motorcycle. "They're not dead." The ground seemed to spin beneath me. "What do you mean?" "I mean Percy's mom was taken away from the Minotaur before she could die. She was turned into a shower of gold, right? That's metamorphosis. Not death. She's being kept. As for yours, I saw them myself. Upstairs with the big guys. Why do you think you're causing one of the biggest uproar up there? They're refusing to tell who your parent is. No matter how much cut." He smirked. "What...?" Percy and the others must've seen something as they all held me back. "What are they doing to them?" I could feel the ground shake as Percy's grip on me tighten. We'll save them... calm down. Not the hero. Us. So calm down. "Calm down Y/N." Percy whispered. The ground stopped shaking and took a deep breath. "I will make you all kneel." I said. He looked at me confusedly. Then he shrug it off then laughed, "Oh yeah? can't wait, kid." Percy gripped my shoulder. "You're pretty smug, Lord Ares, for a guy who runs from Cupid statues." Behind his sunglasses, fire glowed. I felt a hot wind in my hair. "We'll meet again, Percy Jackson. Next time you're in a fight, watch your back." He revved his Harley, then roared off down Delancy Street. Annabeth said, "That was not smart, Percy." "I don't care." "You don't want a god as your enemy. Especially not that god." "Hey, guys," Grover said. "I hate to interrupt, but ..." He pointed toward the diner. At the register, the last two customers were paying their check, two men in identical black coveralls, with a white logo on their backs that matched the one on the KINDNESS INTERNATIONAL truck. "If we're taking the zoo express," Grover said, "we need to hurry." I didn't like it, but we had no better option. Besides, I'd seen enough of Denver. We ran across the street and climbed in the back of the big rig, closing the doors behind us. The first thing that hit me was the smell. It was like the world's biggest pan of kitty litter. The trailer was dark inside until Percy uncapped Riptide. The blade cast a faint bronze light over a very sad scene. Sitting in a row of filthy metal cages were three of the most pathetic zoo animals I'd ever beheld: a zebra, a male albino lion, and some weird antelope thing I didn't know the name for. Someone had thrown the lion a sack of turnips, which he obviously didn't want to eat. The zebra and the antelope had each gotten a Styrofoam tray of hamburger meat. The zebra's mane was matted with chewing gum, like somebody had been spitting on it in their spare time. The antelope had a stupid silver birthday balloon tied to one of his horns that read OVER THE HILL! Apparently, nobody had wanted to get close enough to the lion to mess with him, but the poor thing was pacing around on soiled blankets, in a space way too small for him, panting from the stuffy heat of the trailer. He had flies buzzing around his pink eyes and his ribs showed through his white fur. "This is kindness?" Grover yelled. "Humane zoo transport?" He probably would've gone right back outside to beat up the truckers with his reed pipes, and we would've helped him, but just then the trucks engine roared to life, the trailer started shaking, and we were forced to sit down or fall down. We huddled in the corner on some mildewed feed sacks, trying to ignore the smell and the heat and the flies. Grover talked to the animals in a series of goat bleats, but they just stared at him sadly. Annabeth was in favor of breaking the cages and freeing them on the spot, but I pointed out it wouldn't do much good until the truck stopped moving. Besides, I had a feeling we might look a lot better to the lion than those turnips. I found a water jug and refilled their bowls, then Percy used Riptide to drag the mismatched food out of their cages. He gave the meat to the lion and the turnips to the zebra and the antelope. Grover calmed the antelope down, while I used my knife to cut the balloon off his horn. Annabeth wanted to cut the gum out of the zebra's mane, too, but we decided that would be too risky with the truck bumping around. We told Grover to promise the animals we'd help them more in the morning, then we settled in for night. Grover curled up on a turnip sack; Annabeth opened our bag of Double Stuff Oreos and nibbled on one halfheartedly; I tried to cheer myself up by concentrating on the fact that we were halfway to Los Angeles. Halfway to our destination. It was only June fourteenth. The solstice wasn't until the twenty-first. We could make it in plenty of time. On the other hand, I had no idea what to expect next. The gods kept toying with me. At least Hephaestus had the decency to be honest about it—he'd put up cameras and advertised me as entertainment. But even when the cameras weren't rolling, I had a feeling my quest was being watched. I was a source of amusement for the gods. And it wasn't helping knowing they're hurting my parents. Here I was risking my life for them and what are they doing? "Hey," Percy cooed, "We'll save them. No matter what. I promised you that." "Okay." Percy pulled me closer until I was resting on him. Annabeth cleared her throat. "Hey, sorry I wasn't much help back at the park... I could've helped getting you guys out... It's just..." She shuddered. "Spiders." "Because of the Arachne story," I guessed. "She got turned into a spider for challenging your mom to a weaving contest, right?" She nodded. "Arachne's children have been taking revenge on the children of Athena ever since. If there's a spider within a mile of me, it'll find me. I hate the creepy little things." "We're a team, remember?" Percy said. "Besides, Grover did the fancy flying. All we did was grab the shield." I thought he was asleep, but he mumbled from the corner, "I was pretty amazing, wasn't I?" Annabeth, Percy and I laughed. She pulled apart an Oreo, handed me and Percy a half each. "In the Iris message... did Luke really say nothing?" I munched my cookie and thought about how to answer. The conversation via rainbow had bothered me all evening. "Luke said you and he go way back. He also said Grover wouldn't fail this time. Nobody would turn into a pine tree." Percy answered. In the dim bronze light of the sword blade, it was hard to read their expressions. Grover let out a mournful bray. "I should've told you the truth from the beginning." His voice trembled. "I thought if you knew what a failure I was, you wouldn't want me along." "You were the satyr who tried to rescue Thalia, the daughter of Zeus." He nodded glumly. "And the other two half-bloods Thalia befriended, the ones who got safely to camp..." Percy looked at Annabeth. "That was you and Luke, wasn't it?" She put down her Oreo, uneaten. "Like you said, Percy, a seven-year-old half-blood wouldn't have made it very far alone. Athena guided me toward help. Thalia was twelve. Luke was fourteen. They'd both run away from home, like me. They were happy to take me with them. They were... amazing monster-fighters, even without training. We traveled north from Virginia without any real plans, fending off monsters for about two weeks before Grover found us." "I was supposed to escort Thalia to camp," he said, sniffling. "Only Thalia. I had strict orders from Chiron: don't do anything that would slow down the rescue. We knew Hades was after her, see, but I couldn't just leave Luke and Annabeth by themselves. I thought... I thought I could lead all three of them to safety. It was my fault the Kindly Ones caught up with us. I froze. I got scared on the way back to camp and took some wrong turns. If I'd just been a little quicker..." "Stop it," Annabeth said. "No one blames you. Thalia didn't blame you either." "She sacrificed herself to save us," he said miserably, "Her death was my fault. The Council of Cloven Elders said so." "Because you wouldn't leave two other half-bloods behind?" Percy said. "That's not fair." "Percy's right," Annabeth said. "I wouldn't be here today if it weren't for you, Grover. Neither would Luke. We don't care what the council says." Grover kept sniffling in the dark. "It's just my luck. I'm the lamest satyr ever, and I find the two most powerful half-bloods of the century, Thalia and Percy." "You're not lame," Annabeth insisted. "You've got more courage than any satyr I've ever met. Name one other who would dare go to the Underworld. I bet Percy is really glad you're here right now." She kicked me in the shin. "Yeah," I said, which I would've done even without the kick. "It's not luck that you found Thalia and Percy, Grover. You've got the biggest heart of any satyr ever. You're a natural searcher. That's why you'll be the one who finds Pan. I mean, you found me despite my scentlessness... is that a word?" Percy muffled a laugh. I heard a deep, satisfied sigh. I waited for Grover to say something, but his breathing only got heavier. When the sound turned to snoring, I realized he'd fallen sleep. "How does he do that?" I marveled. "I don't know," Annabeth said. "But that was really a nice thing you told him." "I meant it." We rode in silence for a few miles, bumping around on the feed sacks. The zebra munched a turnip. The lion licked the last of the hamburger meat off his lips and looked at me hopefully. Percy didn't take long to fall asleep. Annabeth rubbed her necklace like she was thinking deep, strategic thoughts. "That pine-tree bead," I said. "Is that from your first year?" She looked. She hadn't realized what she was doing. "Yeah," she said. "Every August, the counselors pick the most important event of the summer, and they paint it on that year's beads. I've got Thalia's pine tree, a Greek trireme on fire, a centaur in a prom dress—now that was a weird summer...." "And the college ring is your father's?" "That's none of your—" She stopped herself. "Yeah. Yeah, it is." "You don't have to tell me." "No... it's okay." She took a shaky breath. "My dad sent it to me folded up in a letter, two summers ago. The ring was, like, his main keepsake from Athena. He wouldn't have gotten through his doctoral program at Harvard without her.... That's a long story. Anyway, he said he wanted me to have it. He apologized for being a jerk, said he loved me and missed me. He wanted me to come home and live with him." "That doesn't sound so bad." "Yeah, well... the problem was, I believed him. I tried to go home for that school year, but my stepmom was the same as ever. She didn't want her kids put in danger by living with a freak. Monsters attacked. We argued. Monsters attacked. We argued. I didn't even make it through winter break. I called Chiron and came right back to Camp Half-Blood." She wouldn't meet my eyes. "Please. I'm not into self-inflicted pain." "You shouldn't give up," I told her. "You should write him a letter or something." "Thanks for the advice," she said coldly, "but my father's made his choice about who he wants to live with." We passed another few miles of silence. "Luke actually told me about you two coming to camp already." "Really?" She looked at me amazed. "You two must've gotten close fast." "Well, I don't know. I feel like I had to talk to Luke. Like I had to be there for him. The same with Percy." We have to be there for both "You're not wrong. I'm not sure how I'd be without your help." Percy yawned. "Yeah, I wouldn't have been able to handle him." Annabeth glared at him. I laughed, "I think you two are cute." Both of them blushed and said some excuse to disprove me. Which then turned into them showing off who's better than who. "If I'm dating anyone it'll be Y/N!" Both of them huffed and glared at each other. I shook my head and smiled. At least I've gotten new friends out of this. "So," Percy trailed off. "If the gods fight," he said, "will things line up the way they did with the Trojan War? Will it be Athena versus Poseidon?" Annabeth put her head against the backpack Ares had given us, and closed her eyes. "I don't know what my mom will do. I just know I'll fight next to you." "Why?" "Because Y/N will and whether I like it or not you're my friend, Seaweed Brain. Any more stupid questions?" "That's all Mr. Peabody." "Shut up, Droopy." I felt her rest on my shoulder and she fell asleep. "Am I that comfortable?" "Yeah," Percy laughed as he rested on my lap. I had trouble following their example, with Grover snoring and an albino lion staring hungrily at me, but eventually I closed my eyes. ~~~ I woke with a start. I was second one awake. Grover was talking to the antelope. "Morning?" "Everyone had the Y/N privilege except me?" "You fell asleep first." I stroked both Annabeth and Percy's hair, which unfortunately woke up Annabeth. "Sorry about that." "It's fine." She yawned. She brought out some Oreo and handed me one. Until the truck stopped. "They're checking the animals aren't they?" Annabeth froze. I shook Percy's shoulder. "The truck's stopped," I said. "We think they're coming to check on the animals." "Hide!" Annabeth hissed. She had it easy. She just put on her magic cap and disappeared. Grover, Percy and I had to dive behind feed sacks and hope we looked like turnips. The trailer doors creaked open. Sunlight and heat poured in. "Man!" one of the truckers said, waving his hand in front of his ugly nose. "I wish I hauled appliances." He climbed inside and poured some water from a jug into the animals' dishes. "You hot, big boy?" he asked the lion, then splashed the rest of the bucket right in the lion's face. The lion roared in indignation. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," the man said. Next to me, under the turnip sacks, Grover tensed. For a peace-loving herbivore, he looked downright murderous. The trucker threw the antelope a squashed-looking Happy Meal bag. He smirked at the zebra. "How ya doin', Stripes? Least we'll be getting rid of you this stop. You like magic shows? You're gonna love this one. They're gonna saw you in half!" The zebra, wild-eyed with fear, looked straight at us. There was a loud knock, knock, knock on the side of the trailer. The trucker inside with us yelled, "What do you want, Eddie?" A voice outside—it must've been Eddie's—shouted back, "Maurice? What'd ya say?" "What are you banging for?" Knock, knock, knock. Outside, Eddie yelled, "What banging?" Our guy Maurice rolled his eyes and went back outside, cursing at Eddie for being an idiot. A second later, Annabeth appeared next to me. She must've done the banging to get Maurice out of the trailer. She said, "This transport business can't be legal." "No kidding," Grover said. He paused, as if listening. "The lion says these guys are animal smugglers!" "We've got to free them!" Grover said. He and Annabeth both looked at Percy, waiting for his say. "Percy, open the lock." I snapped at his face. Outside, Eddie and Maurice were still yelling at each other, but I knew they'd be coming inside to torment the animals again any minute. He grabbed Riptide and slashed the lock off the zebra's cage. The zebra burst out. It turned to Percy and bowed. Grover held up his hands and said something to the zebra in goat talk, like a blessing. Just as Maurice was poking his head back inside to check out the noise, the zebra leaped over him and into the street. There was yelling and screaming and cars honking. We rushed to the doors of the trailer in time to see the zebra galloping down a wide boulevard lined with hotels and casinos and neon signs. We'd just released a zebra in Las Vegas. Maurice and Eddie ran after it, with a few policemen running after them, shouting, "Hey! You need a permit for that!" "Now would be a good time to leave," Annabeth said. "The other animals first," Grover said. I cut the locks with my knife which wasn't as easy as what Percy had done. Grover raised his hands and spoke the same goat-blessing he'd used for the zebra. "Good luck," I told the animals. The antelope and the lion burst out of their cages and went off together into the streets. Some tourists screamed. Most just backed off and took pictures, probably thinking it was some kind of stunt by one of the casinos. "Will the animals be okay?" I asked Grover. "I mean, the desert and all—" "Don't worry," he said. "I placed a satyr's sanctuary on them." "Meaning?" "Meaning they'll reach the wild safely," he said. "They'll find water, food, shade, whatever they need until they find a safe place to live." "Why can't you place a blessing like that on us?" I asked. "It only works on wild animals." "So it would only affect Percy," Annabeth reasoned. "Hey!" He protested. "Kidding," she said. "Come on. Let's get out of this filthy truck." We stumbled out into the desert afternoon. It was a hundred and ten degrees, easy, and we must've looked like deep-fried vagrants, but everybody was too interested in the wild animals to pay us much attention. We passed the Monte Carlo and the MGM. We passed pyramids, a pirate ship, and the Statue of Liberty, which was a pretty small replica, but still made me homesick. I wasn't sure what we were looking for. Maybe just a place to get out of the heat for a few minutes, find a sandwich and a glass of lemonade, make a new plan for getting west. We must have taken a wrong turn, because we found ourselves at a dead end, standing in front of the Lotus Hotel and Casino. The entrance was a huge neon flower, the petals lighting up and blinking. No one was going in or out, but the glittering chrome doors were open, spilling out air-conditioning that smelled like flowers—lotus blossom, maybe. I'd never smelled one, so I wasn't sure. The doorman smiled at us. "Hey, kids. You look tired. You want to come in and sit down?" I'd learned to be suspicious, the last week or so. I figured anybody might be a monster or a god. But my knife wasn't glowing so... I figured. Besides, I was so relieved to hear somebody who sounded sympathetic that I nodded and said we'd love to come in. Inside, we took one look around, and Grover said, "Whoa." The whole lobby was a giant game room. And I'm not talking about cheesy old Pac-Man games or slot machines. There was an indoor waterslide snaking around the glass elevator, which went straight up at least forty floors. There was a climbing wall on the side of one building, and an indoor bungee-jumping bridge. There were virtual-reality suits with working laser guns. And hundreds of video games, each one the size of a widescreen TV. Basically, you name it, this place had it. There were a few other kids playing, but not that many. No waiting for any of the games. There were waitresses and snack bars all around, serving every kind of food you can imagine. "Hey!" a bellhop said. At least I guessed he was a bellhop. He wore a white-and-yellow Hawaiian shirt with lotus designs, shorts, and flip-flops. "Welcome to the Lotus Casino. Here's your room key." I stammered, "Um, but..." "No, no," he said, laughing. "The bill's taken care of. No extra charges, no tips. Just go on up to the top floor, loom 4001. If you need anything, like extra bubbles for the hot tub, or skeet targets for the shooting range, or whatever, just call the front desk. Here are your Lotus Cash cards. They work in the restaurants and on all the games and rides." He handed us each a green plastic credit card. I knew there must be some mistake. Obviously he thought we were some millionaire's kids. But I took the card and said, "How much is on here?" His eyebrows knit together. "What do you mean?" "I mean, when does it run out of cash?" He laughed. "Oh, you're making a joke. Hey, that's cool. Enjoy your stay." We took the elevator upstairs and checked out our room. It was a suite with three separate bedrooms and a bar stocked with candy, sodas, and chips. A hotline to room service. Fluffy towels and water beds with feather pillows. A big-screen television with satellite and high-speed Internet. The balcony had its own hot tub, and sure enough, there was a skeet-shooting machine and a shotgun, so you could launch clay pigeons right out over the Las Vegas skyline and plug them with your gun. I didn't see how that could be legal, but I thought it was pretty cool. The view over the Strip and the desert was amazing, though I doubted we'd ever find time to look at the view with a room like this. "Oh, goodness," Annabeth said. "This place is ..." "Sweet," Grover said. "Absolutely sweet." There were clothes in the closet, and they fit me. I frowned, thinking that this was a little strange. I took a shower, which felt awesome after a week of grimy travel. I changed clothes, ate a bag of chips, drank three Cokes, and came out feeling better than I had in a long time. Search and find them Huh? Look for them and warn them I came out of the bedroom and found that Annabeth, Percy and Grover had also showered and changed clothes. Grover was eating potato chips to his heart's content, Percy looked like he was having a headache, while Annabeth cranked up the National Geographic Channel. "Percy you okay?" "Yeah it's just.... All those stations," he told Annabeth, "and she turn on National Geographic." "It's interesting." "I feel good," Grover said. "I love this place." Without his even realizing it, the wings sprouted out of his shoes and lifted him a foot off the ground, then back down again. "So what now?" Annabeth asked. "Sleep?" Percy and I looked at each other and grinned. We both held up our green plastic Lotus Cash cards. "Play time," I said. I couldn't remember the last time I had so much fun. I came from a relatively poor family. Our idea of a splurge was eating out at Burger King and renting a video. A five-star Vegas hotel? Forget it. I spent most of my time playing and... looking for someone I think. I bungee-jumped the lobby five or six times, snowboarded the artificial ski slope, and played virtual-reality laser tag and FBI sharpshooter. I saw Grover a few times, going from game to game. He really liked the reverse hunter thing—where the deer go out and shoot the rednecks. I saw Annabeth playing trivia games and other brainiac stuff. They had this huge 3-D sim game where you build your own city, and you could actually see the holographic buildings rise on the display board. I didn't think much of it, but Annabeth loved it. Percy was playing with Grover. I'm not sure when I first realized something was wrong. Probably, it was when I noticed the guy standing next to me at VR sharpshooters. He was about thirteen, I guess, but his clothes were weird. I thought he was some Elvis impersonator's son. He wore bell-bottom jeans and a red T-shirt with black piping, and his hair was permed and gelled like a New Jersey girl's on homecoming night. When he saw me he gave a smirk and invited me to play a game of sharpshooters together and he said, "Groovy, man. Been here two weeks, and the games keep getting better and better." Groovy? Later, while we were talking, I said something was "sick," and he looked at me kind of startled, as if he'd never heard the word used that way before. He said his name was Darrin, but as soon as I started asking him questions he got bored with me and started to go back to the computer screen. I said, "Hey, Darrin?" "What?" "What year is it?" He frowned at me. "In the game?" "No. In real life." He had to think about it. "1977." "No," I said, getting a little scared. "Really." "Hey, man. Bad vibes. I got a game happening." After that he totally ignored me. I started talking to people, and I found it wasn't easy. They were glued to the TV screen, or the video game, or their food, or whatever. I found a guy who told me it was 1985. Another guy told me it was 1993. They all claimed they hadn't been in here very long, a few days, a few weeks at most. They didn't really know and they didn't care. Then it occurred to me: how long had I been here? It seemed like only a couple of hours, but was it? I then tried to move, but I bumped into a girl. "I'm sorry!" She said. "Hey, no prob." "Oh... uhm... No prob?" "I--- No problem. Say Uh... I kinda lost track of date. What's the year again?" "Huh? It's 1930. Okay, I'm sorry I have to go. I'm looking for someone." Everyone is important in our story "Did you say something?" I go by Y/N L/N, you'll find the one you're looking for at the zombie shooting game. I left her alone and confused. I didn't know why. But I knew now this place is wrong. I tried to remember why we were here. We were going to Los Angeles. We were supposed to find the entrance to the Underworld. My parents... for a scary second, I had trouble remembering their names. I had to save them. I found Percy first. "There's something wrong." We said at the same time. "Years?" He asked. I nodded. We then looked for the others. We found Annabeth still building her city. "Come on," Percy told her. "We've got to get out of here." No response. I shook her. "Annabeth?" She looked up, annoyed. "What? "We need to leave." "Leave? What are you talking about? I've just got the towers—" "This place is a trap." She didn't respond until I shook her again. "What?" "Listen. The Underworld. Our quest!" "Oh, come on, Percy. Just a few more minutes." "Annabeth, there are people here from 1977. Kids who have never aged. You check in, and you stay forever." "So?" she asked. "Can you imagine a better place?" I grabbed her wrist and yanked her away from the game. "Hey!" She screamed and hit me, but nobody else even bothered looking at us. They were too busy. I made her look directly in my eyes. I said, "Spiders. Large, hairy spiders." That jarred her. Her vision cleared. "Oh my gods," she said. "How long have we—" "I don't know, but we've got to find Grover." We went searching, and found him still playing Virtual Deer Hunter. "Grover!" we both shouted. He said, "Die, human! Die, silly polluting nasty person!" "Grover!" He turned the plastic gun on me and started clicking, as if I were just another image from the screen. I looked at Percy, and together we took Grover by the arms and dragged him away. His flying shoes sprang to life and started tugging his legs in the other direction as he shouted, "No! I just got to a new level! No!" The Lotus bellhop hurried up to us. "Well, now, are you ready for your platinum cards?" "We're leaving," I told him. "Such a shame," he said, and I got the feeling that he really meant it, that we'd be breaking his heart if we went. "We just added an entire new floor full of games for platinum-card members." He held out the cards, and I wanted one. I knew that if I took one, I'd never leave. I'd stay here, happy forever, playing games forever, and soon I'd forget my parents, and our quest, and maybe even my own name. I'd be playing virtual rifleman with groovy Disco Darrin forever. Grover reached for the card, but Annabeth yanked back his arm and said, "No, thanks." We walked toward the door, and as we did, the smell of the food and the sounds of the games seemed to get more and more inviting. I thought about our room upstairs. We could just stay the night, sleep in a real bed for once.... Then we burst through the doors of the Lotus Casino and ran down the sidewalk. It felt like afternoon, about the same time of day we'd gone into the casino, but something was wrong. The weather had completely changed. It was stormy, with heat lightning flashing out in the desert. I ran to the nearest newspaper stand and read the year first. Thank the gods, it was the same year it had been when we went in. Then I noticed the date: June twentieth. We had been in the Lotus Casino for five days. We had only one day left until the summer solstice. One day to complete our quest.

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Clay Spenser; Son of Poseidon

Together with @jayhalsteadfan-2417, we made a wonderful AU spawned from me Really, Really liking the idea of Clay with a 7-foot trident.

Clay (& Percy)

Clay is a son of Poseidon – but was only claimed after the events of PJ&The Last Olympian.

Clay’s trident is stored in a bullet necklace because if riptide can be a pen and a dragon can be a suitcase, a sword can be a bullet necklace.

His sword is in a bracelet that Percy gave him and that Charles Beckendorf forged to make magical.

Clay and Percy doing hand to hand combat together.

Clay showing up at Sally’s apartment to see Percy and he is super tired and wants to nap.

Sally, Annabeth and Percy being the ones waiting at the end of deployment.

Clay calling Sally “mom”.

Clay interrogating Paul when he and Sally started dating.

Clay helping campers with their homework.

Clay helping with the Prophecies and giving tips for combat situations.

Jason Grace being mistaken for Clay's brother.

Campfire and Clay has a good singing voice.

Clay has a room in Sally’s apartment, and he stays over after deployment.

Percy and Sally showing up after Clay’s deployment, so he has someone there.

Clay calling Percy “little bro”.

Clay and Percy having movie nights and fall asleep on each other.

Clay and Percy fighting monsters together.

Someone picks on Percy and clay finds out when Percy comes home covered in Bruises and cuts.

“Percy what the hell happened; I need names now”.

Clay showing up at Percy’s school for a sibling day.

Clay causing a tornado.

Clay and Percy video chat while Clay is on deployment.

Poseidon having to be like "yeah so I also broke that 'no Big Three kids' rule that other time too" to Zeus

Clay showing up to help with Gaea.

Clay, showing up to battles with a celestial bronze sniper rifle: I'm not here to mess around!

Clay helping kids get to Lupa when he was stationed in Cali.

Clay comes back covered in gold dust.

Clay using a trident in a battle.

Percy meeting Ash Spencer

Sally meeting Ash Spenser. She'd kick his ass into the next century.

Percy staying over at Clay’s apartment.

Clay meeting Annabeth and ribbing Percy about her.

Clay is an overprotective older brother with Percy so when quests come up, he volunteers to help him out a bit.

Clay getting various SEAL teams to check up on quests to make sure they're all alright.

Clay being Percy’s guardian when Sally and Paul go on their honeymoon.

Clay’s in the arena at camp as soon as the sun comes up and trains for hours on end.

Cerberus (3 heads) is protective of Clay.

Clay at the campfire and is leading different songs around the fire.

A long op (like Mexico) in a monster-infested area and every couple of days Clay grabs his trident and sword and goes monster killing for a couple hours.

One time Clay was stressed out he accidentally flooded the dining hall.

Clay teaching Percy tricks and techniques with water manipulation and vice versa.

Clay finding out about Percy getting kidnapped and going missing.

Percy showing up at base covered in blood and dirt from a battle with a hydra.

Percy and Clay sword fighting in the base’s gym.

Poseidon showing up and both drop to their knees.

Percy and Clay going fishing with Jason. And a sea monster shows up and It Goes Down.

Clay runs out of monster bullets and instead starts going wild with his trident.

"I'm out of ammo! Going, uh, trident?" "Trident?" a Trident flies through the air and lands in the chest of an approaching monster, turning it to dust "Bravo Six has gone Trident, understood".

Whenever Clay is bored, he does fancy spins with his trident and scares everyone around him.

Clay looking calm but behind him a water fountain explodes.

Clay’s bunk is across from Percy’s at camp.

Clay’s bunk is a "borrowed" hammock from his cage on base.

Clay and Percy both love to kill the minotaur. They each have one of the horns of the same minotaur.

Clay’s hangs in his cage on base.

Clay runs out of bullets and just yeets a trident across the battlefield.

Clay wasn't claimed during his time at camp, so he basically adopted all the Hermes/unclaimed kids.

The Stroll twins go between him being their older brother or "Uncle Clay".

Clay graduating Green Team and going straight to Olympus to tell Poseidon.

Clay putting Ares kids in their place when he is at camp.

Bravo with Demigods

Blackburn is a son of Athena.

Blackburn and Clay having conversations in Ancient Greek.

Clay dragging Bravo to camp for a day.

Trent and Jason nearly pass out when they see the lava wall.

Nico would LOVE Cerberus.

Cerberus is a descendant of Cerberus.

Bravo watching a game of Capture the Flag.

Bravo and Blackjack

Clay comes in with a blue lunchbox and nobody makes fun of him in case they invoke Sally's wrath.

Clay having blue cookies in that lunchbox.

Clay swearing in Ancient Greek on the battlefield with Bravo.

Percy has a swimming competition and Bravo go and watch him.

DEVGRU adopting Percy as their little brother's little brother. Aka Little Brother2

Percy having a father-son relationship with Jason.

Jason and Ray giving Paul parenting tips.

Clay and Percy playing video games together.

Percy and Emma meeting and Percy is protective of her.

Clay Causing an earthquake with Bravo team.

Paul and Sally are busy and Jason shows up at Parent's Evening

Jason is a good uncle and is proud of Percy.

When Percy's dyslexia is bad he sends a photo of the textbook and Bravo sends a voice message of them reading it out loud.

Trent helping with his Health homework.

Percy asking ray and Jason for date ideas.

Percy showing up at base coved in blood and freaks out Bravo.

Trent would probably cry with joy when he discovers Ambrosia being a quick heal thing for Clay (and Blackburn, but that’s way less likely).

Brock would Lose His Mind meeting those metal guard dogs that Reyna has.

Bravo rocking up to the battles and helping.

Bravo meeting a monster on an op and Clay summons his weapons and just Goes To Town killing this monster.

Clay just YEETS a trident at some Tango and bravo has their jaws on the ground.

Percy and Clay basically doing adoptions for the orphaned half-bloods in the SEALs.

He introduces orphan half-bloods to various service members who can't/won't have babies but want children and/or want to adopt.

Percy Iris Messages Clay after a nightmare and Clay is out with Bravo and they all hear him crying.

Bravo can all see through the mist so they know about the monsters.

Bravo at Camp Half-Blood and hanging out in the Poseidon cabin for the nights, Percy has a nightmare and wakes them by accident.

Percy and Clay practice fight manoeuvres together and Bravo watches them train together.

Bravo leading “In the navy” at the campfire and trying not to crack up.

Younger campers asking for stories and bravo tell one's that are highly edited for security reasons.

Clay teaching Bravo campfire songs during deployment.

Bravo making tributes to various gods/goddesses of war/strategy before going on an op.

Blackburn and Clay racing up the lava wall.

Bravo stumble upon an entrance to hell and Clay is pulling them out.

Clay goes "Oh yeah, the Amazonians run Amazon" any nobody can tell if he's joking or not (he's serious)

Annabeth and Blackburn being Wholesome Sibling Goals.

Clay takes on a cyclops and gets smashed up a little bit and Bravo is panicking.

Bravo has monster-killing bullets for any situation that happens.

Sally bringing Bravo blue food for BBQs.

Clay comes to base one day covered in dust with a minotaur horn in hand going "You will not BELIEVE the day I'm having”.

Blackburn just hands him some Ambrosia because Clay got a little cut up.

“My baby brother started another war so you guys wanna help out?“

Trent getting a monster killing RPG

Metal has Ares' blessing.

Ares appears and everyone kneels except for Metal and Percy, Percy because he's Percy Jackson and Metal because they're bros.

Trent is Will’s mother’s brother.

Stuck between "MY NEPHEW IS A DEMIGOD? " and "YOU HAD A CHILD WITH A **GOD**????".

Blackburn and Clay sword fighting

Clay fighting Hercules in the arena while Bravo watches.

When Clay's sad Bravo does their best at blue pancakes to cheer him up (it normally end in disaster)

Brock loves O'Leary.

Percy having a group of uncles that have his back when he needs it.

Trent teaching Apollo kids medical procedures.

Bravo & Half-blood friendships:

Frank and Sonny

Annabeth and Lisa

Trent and Will

Mandy and Piper

Sonny and Leo

Lisa and Hazel

Metal and Clarisse

Ray and Chiron

Lisa and Reyna

Reyna and Jason

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bright-eyes-strawberry-lies · 3 years

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My (incomplete) Notes on The Lightning Thief

Percy Jackson, at 12 years old, is miserable

Percy is trying very hard to be good

Percy reacts violently when his friends are threatened

“I’m going to kill her”

I wish I’d decked her right there

Percy turns red when he gets called on

Percy knows a lot about both Greek and Roman gods

Percy has an “I’ll-kill-you-later” stare

Percy gives “safe” answers to authority figures

Percy sells an illegal candy stash out of his dorm room

Percy knows about shrooms and thinks that he was drugged on the field trip

Percy has nightmares about the teacher (Kindly One) that he killed

Percy has to get summer jobs

Grover is a very bad liar

Percy almost cries in class when his favorite teacher tells him that he’s different

Percy gets into fights to protect Grover from bullies

Percy sees the Fates snipping the thread and knows he’s going to die

Grover mentions that it’s always 6th graders who are killed

Percy ditches Grover at the bus stop

Grover’s bladder acts up when he gets nervous

Sally Jackson took night classes to get her GED

She wanted to be a novelist

Gabe Ugliano is Percy’s stepdad

His cigars make Percy nauseous

He drinks beer and leaves a mess everywhere

He takes money from Percy and uses it to fund his gambling and calls it their “guy secret.”

If Percy tells Sally, he’ll “punch Percy’s lights out”

Gabe takes over Percy’s room while Percy is at school

Gabe makes fun of Percy’s grades

Sally works at a candy shop and brings Percy blue candy

She runs her hands through his hair and asks him how he’s doing

She never raises her voice or says anything unkind to anyone

Percy wants to punch Gabe

Percy wants to kick Gabe in the balls and “make him sing soprano for week”

Gabe blamed Percy for things that aren’t his fault

Percy makes a hand gesture that Grover did, but at Gabe, and the screen door slammed shut

They have a rental cabin on the beach that is “half hidden in the dunes, full of sand and spiders”

Percy and his mom eat blue foods because Gabe said there’s no such thing as blue food. It’s an act of rebellion.

Percy thinks that his mom doesn’t want him around

Percy is mad at Poseidon for leaving him and his mom

In preschool, Percy is put to sleep in a crib at school. The crib had a snake in it and Percy strangled the snake to death.

Percy has a dream that a horse (Poseidon) and an eagle (Zeus) are fighting to the death

“O Zeu kai alloi theoi” means “Oh Zeus and other gods!”

Percy experiences panic when he realizes that his teacher was a monster trying to kill him

Lightning hits the camaro and blasts off the roof

Percy’s got good instincts; the hair frequently raises on the back of his neck when he’s in danger

Sally gets killed by the minotaur

She’s actually stolen by Hades

Percy rips off the minotaur’s horn and impales it into his side

Percy is crying, weak, trembling with grief and he literally carries Grover and drops onto a porch

Annabeth tries to get Percy to talk while she’s spoon-feeding Percy ambrosia

Percy has been unconscious for two days after his fight with the minotaur

Percy would rather live on the streets than live with Gabe

He considers lying about his age and joining the army

Percy is very good at telling when adults have been drinking

Grover is nervous about Mr. D

But he still manages to ask for the diet coke can to eat

The farm house is four stories tall, sky blue and white trim

The camp grows strawberries and the campers pick them

Grover is 28 years old but satyrs mature at half the rate that humans do

The Poseidon cabin walls glow like abalone. There are six empty beds with silk sheets. It smells salty.

Chiron gets horribly depressed about training heroes

Luke is very handsome except for a thick white scar that runs from his right eye to his jaw.

He’s the son of Hermes and the counselor

Luke is 19

He’s in cabin 11

Monsters will always reform because they don’t have souls

The bathrooms are cinder block buildings with a line of toilets and a line of showers; there’s a girls and a boys

Percy feels a tug in the pit of his stomach when he uses his powers

Annabeth just watched Clarisse drag Percy into the bathroom to give him a swirly

Luke steals Percy some toiletries from the camp store.

Percy is not good at archery, foot racing, or wrestling

The only thing that Percy is good at is canoeing

Percy can’t find a blade that fits right in his hand.

Luke has been the best swordsman in 300 years

Percy bests him after pouring ice water on his head (son of Poseidon)

Hades doesn’t have a cabin at Camp Half-Blood or a throne on Olympus. They say that it would be bad if there was a cabin for Hades.

Sixty years ago, after World War 2, the big three gods made an oath not to have more kids.

Two of them broke it; Zeus with Jason and Thalia, Poseidon with Percy.

When Hades found out, he let out all three Kindly Ones and a pack of Hellhounds

Thalia wound up becoming a tree.

Grover was the satyr assigned to bring only Thalia in. Thalia had befriended Annabeth and Luke, and she wouldn’t leave them behind.

Percy thinks that Luke’s scar makes him look almost evil

Clarisse has an electric spear

It makes Percy go numb wherever she touches him with it

One of the boys in Cabin 5 (Ares) cuts Percy across the arm

Once Percy gets into the water, he’s very good at fighting

Luke wins capture the flag

Annabeth has a Yankee's cap that makes her invisible. It was a gift from her mother.

Annabeth is the first person to figure out that Poseidon is Percy’s father.

No wait, Grover was first and then Chiron. Well, they knew he was one of the Big Three’s son.

As soon as Percy steps out of the water, he is exhausted and in pain.

When Hellhounds die, they melt into shadow and soak into the ground.

Hellhounds are from the fields of punishment.

When Poseidon claims Percy, everyone kneels.

“Poseidon, Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Hail, Perseus Jackson, Son of the Sea God.”

Percy is miserable being alone in Cabin Three and being so isolated. He would rather get into fights every day than be ignored. People are steering clear of Percy.

Except for Luke, who gives Percy one-on-one sword training.

Annabeth teaches Percy Greek but she’s distracted.

Gabe tells the press that Percy is violent and a troubled kid. The newspapers say that Percy may be involved in his mother’s disappearance.

Gabe also tells the press that Percy has expressed violent tendencies in the past.

Percy has more dreams of Zeus and Poseidon fighting. He hears Kronos’ voice calling to him.

It doesn’t rain in Camp Half-Blood (or even get overcast) unless they want it to.

Dionysus wants to kill Percy.

Percy gets embarrassed when he knows something someone doesn’t want or expect him to.

Percy has a nervous laugh.

Illegal copies can be made of the Gods Symbols of Power.

Percy has tried to steal pizza from Gabe’s poker parties and got busted for it.

Percy is furious that the camp is being punished for his existence. He thinks he’s responsible for the gods' fight.

The Big House attic is four flights up. It’s full of mementos from old demigod fights.

Percy is scared of the oracle.

Percy’s fists clench at the very sight of Gabe.

Percy doesn’t have many friends.

Percy isn’t afraid of Hades; he wants to get revenge and take Hades on.

Gods can’t encroach on each other’s territories but demigods can. Gods can’t be held responsible for heroes actions.

Percy describes his emotions as rolling glass in a kaleidoscope.

Percy is so relieved that Grover is coming with him that he wants to cry.

Annabeth volunteered to go on the Quest. Percy is not surprised.

Previously, Luke told Percy that Annabeth has been harassing Chiron for a prophecy and that she’s been hanging onto all of the new campers until she’s sure they aren’t the chosen one.

Annabeth says that Percy will mess up this quest without her even though he’s been more than adequate at handling everything that’s been thrown his way.

The camp store loans Percy $100.00 and 20 golden drachmas.

He’s also given a canteen of nectar and a ziplock bag full of ambrosia squares.

The ambrosia and nectar is only to be used in emergencies; it will kill a mortal and demigods will literally burn up if they overdose.

Annabeth’s cap was given to her on her twelfth birthday by her mom, Athena.

Luke actually runs up the hill to give them the basketball shoes. They’re the flying shoes he got from his dad for his quest when he was seventeen.

Luke gives the shoes directly to Percy.

Percy is worried that Luke would have been jealous of the attention he’s been getting.

Percy blushes because Luke gave him the magic gift.

Luke seems uncomfortable talking to Percy. He trails off three times and uses “um.” And then there’s an [awkward] handshake.

Luke pats Grover between the horns and gives Annabeth a hug.

Annabeth’s crush on Luke has been brought up three times so far.

Percy figures out by this one interaction that Annabeth let Luke capture the flag instead of her.

Percy thinks that he’s a brat for wanting a magical gift from his father.

Riptide (Anaklusmos) is a gift from Poseidon that Chiron has been holding onto for the next child of Poseidon.

Riptide is forged by the Cyclopes, tempered in the heart of Mount Etna, and cooled in the River Lethe.

Mortals aren’t important enough for the blade to kill but it will kill demigods and anything from the Underworld.

Percy thinks that the real world feels like a fantasy after spending two weeks at Half-Blood Hill.

Percy thinks that Annabeth hates him.

Annabeth thinks they have to be rivals because their parents are.

Annabeth was also mean to him before she knew who his dad was.

Even after two weeks away from Gabe, Grover can still smell him on Percy.

This makes Percy immediately want a shower.

Grover says that Percy should be thankful Sally was with someone who smelled so repulsively human because it kept the monsters away and that Sally must have loved Percy a lot to put up with that guy.

This does not make Percy feel better but he hides his feelings; or hopes he does since satyrs can sense emotions with or without an empathy link.

Percy is on the quest because he wants to save his mom.

He is not on the quest to retrieve Zeus’s lightning bolt

Or to save the world

Or to help his dad out of trouble. Percy is actually really, really angry with Poseidon for never visiting or helping Sally.

Annabeth and Percy are good at playing hacky sack.

The three Furies are considered the worst monsters in the Underworld.

Percy had a chance to escape on the bus and didn’t take it.

Alecto threatens to kill Percy (again)

Percy can speak Latin

Percy knows that the Greek Gods (Zeus and Hades in particular) are being assholes to him.

The food at Camp Half-Blood is grapes, bread, cheese, and extra-lean-cut nymph-prepared barbecue.

“Your head is full of kelp.”

In Aunty Em’s emporium, Percy says that the smell of her cooking makes everything else go away, however he still has the sense of mind to notice Grover whimpering, the statues’ eyes following them, and Auntie Em locking the door.

Percy’s neck tingles when he’s in danger.

Percy is annoyed that Annabeth is being rude to a woman who just fed them for free.

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phant0mprince · 3 years

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is it worth it?

Percy looked around at his preparations. The sea looked beautiful, on the sand the word “Will you marry me?” we carved beautifully. He lifted his hand making sure the water covered the message. He pulled out his phone checking the time, he was already running late on preparations.

Percy sat back in his chair, the weight of the rings heavy in his pocket. His gaze turned distant as he remembered the first time they meant. Sometimes he couldn’t believe it has been so long. They were 12 when they met, now they were so grown up. So many things had changed and so many things happened, people came and went but Annabeth Chase was the one constant in Percy Jackson’s life.

He fidgeted with riptide getting a little nervous at the thought of proposing to her. All his friends, his family, his mom everyone found it weird that Percy hasn't proposed to Annabeth yet. Of course it was weird but Percy knew why. Percy wasn’t some confident person who was used to forever, he was used to people living, people dying, people leaving. Somewhere deep down in his mind he always thought Annabeth would realize he was not the one and leave him but she didn’t and here he was. What was special about him anyway?

But days passed and turned into years and even after all the doubts, quests, wars, here he was ready to finally propose to Annabeth Chase.

When everything seemed to be going perfectly it seemed like the fates once again decided to play with Percy. Percy was smiling to himself when he heard a snarl. His heartbeat stopped for a second when he turned around. A feeling of deja vu went through him when he realized who the snarl belonged to. In front of him stood the Minotaur, a very angry Monitaur.

“Oh gods, really? Can’t you all take a day off or something? Or atleast give me a heads up!” he snapped spinning away from the snarling monster. “Do you know how many hours it took to get the hair in place- MIND THE SHIRT! Oh styx.” he shouted dodging another blow.

Perfect; not the word you’d use to describe Percy Jackson’s life. It had too many twists and hardly ever the ones that Percy liked. “Fine, might at well get over with it, come at me, you beefhead!” Percy shouted, uncapping riptide that sprung into its sword form. After a few blows and attacks Percy managed to turn the monster into golden dust. He breathed heavily, “Tell your friends in Tartarus to leave Percy the fuck alone for one goddam day.” He shouted at the pile of dust. He seemed to be mostly unharmed although you couldn’t say the same about his outfit. His tie was cut into half, his sleeves were torn, his shoes were filled with dust, his hair was a disaster, his face was covered with sand.

Before he had time to collect himself, he heard footsteps approaching him. He looked up to see a beautiful and clueless blonde girl approaching him. Her eyes filled with excitement even though she didn’t know how this date was going to turn out. The excitement soon turned into worry when she came closer and noticed Percy’s ragged state.

Perfect; not the word you can ever use to declare Percy and Annabeth’s relationship either.

When Percy first saw Annabeth, he half-unconscious lying inside the camp border covered with wounds just lost his mother, he saw her messy wavy blonde hair, stormy grey eyes and he thought she was a princess. He couldn’t have been more right.

Percy smiled getting his girlfriend’s attention, he admired her, her wavy blonde hair, her stormy grey eyes; things haven’t changed. They would never because Percy Jackson was in love with Annabeth Chase. He loved her, he would always love her because she was Annabeth. She was just her and that was all Percy needed. Annabeth ran a worried hand over his cheek muttering something, though Percy was oblivious to what she was saying.

He took a deep breath and took her hand into his, staring straight into her stormy grey eyes. Was Percy nervous? Hell yes, he was. A memory of the time when he and Annabeth got together flashed through his mind.

“I’m never going to make things easy for you, seaweed brain.” she had said. Annabeth stopped speaking and stared back into Percy’s mind, oblivious to the storm of thoughts going through Percy’s mind. This was the perfect proposal but then again hardly anything in life is.

“Annabeth being demigods, I was always afraid that today will be my last day, if not today tomorrow. There was not much to look forward to, but still living felt good. Seeing you after every quest, just being with you. I don’t know how long I will, I know this is not what you might be expecting in this speech but...I just want you to know that I want to survive everyday, every fight, every war, every quest, just to be with you. Annabeth, I want to wake up every morning to see you next to me, I want to be with you forever and always. I want you to be my forever. Because without you...i don’t know I can’t even think of imagining life without you. You’re like a part of me, girlfriend doesn’t suffice all that you mean to mean to me. It's too small of a word to describe how you mean to me. Because ever since I saw you, I've been in love with you, so freaking in love with you, wise girl.”

Percy slowly got down on one knee, pulling out the ring. “I know this is not the perfect proposal you deserved.” He said, pointing towards his messy up clothes and hair then shot her a small crooked grin. “But I love you and I want to ask you” He said, finally looking up, his other hand shaking with nervousness, “Will you build something permanent with me, wise girl?”

He stared at her while she gaped at him more surprised than he had expected her to be. Suddenly he felt horrible, Annabeth deserved a better proposal, something very majestic not this. Anything but this. His eyes stung with tears he hardly ever shed, like always he held them back. He looked down at his feet, “I’m sorry, wise girl. You deserve so much better, not this wre-” He started babbling but he was cut out by a loud sob. He was pretty sure it wasn’t from him and there she stood in front of him, tears falling down her cheeks.

“Shut up, seaweed brain.” she managed to speak while she hastily tried to compose herself. Percy just stood there on his knee, very confused. “An-” he started to apologize again but couldn’t. Annabeth crashed her lips against his, wrapping her arms around his necks, tears still flowing down her cheeks and when she pulled away, the smile on her face expressed something beyond happiness when she answered. “Yes, seaweed brain. I will.”

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loving-jack-kelly · 5 years

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Percy Jackson Died

Percy Jackson died.

He was old enough, he supposed, older than so many of his friends he’d watched die, but not really old. Old enough he was tired, and suddenly finding himself in the lobby he recognized from when he was twelve years old was disconcerting but not particularly surprising.

After all, he was a half-blood, and being a half-blood often got you killed in very nasty ways.

But still.

Percy Jackson died.

Charon remembered him.

“Drown in any bathtubs recently?” he asked dryly, but he waved Percy’s apologies for not having a coin to offer him. “You paid me for passage once and it clearly didn’t stick.”

So Percy Jackson died, and he crossed the River Styx on the ferry, and this time, when he arrived in the Underworld, Cerberus was completely visible.

Last time he came to the Underworld to see Hades, he’d entered the fast-moving line and stepped into the fields of Asphodel. This time, he waited in line to see the judges.

He’d saved the world more than once, they’d better give him something better than eternal stasis.

“Percy Jackson.” Daedalus greeted him warmly, arms full of blueprints and a full toolbelt wrapped around his waist. “It’s nice to see you again.”

Before Percy could respond, he was pushed to the front of the line and was standing in front of three men he had a feeling he should recognize but he didn’t. He didn’t have to speak at all, the three judges talked to each other while flipping through papers Percy couldn’t read, and without actually acknowledging him at all, the one in the middle hit a green button and Percy found himself on the inside of the gated community he’d only seen from the outside.

Percy Jackson died and was sent to Elysium. For a little while, it held his attention. Pretty much anything he wanted, he could have. Blue Coke, straight out of the bottle, better than the blue Coke at Camp Half-Blood. Pizza just like the pizza from his favorite place to go with his mom. Infinite activities, everything he’d ever wanted to do but hadn’t been able to when he was alive. Skydiving, cliff jumping, he got to pilot a plane.

He got to see old friends. Beckendorf and Selena Beauregard, who’d found each other and were happy again. Demigods who’d died in the second Titan war who wanted to hear from him how it had ended, to know what really happened. Heroes who died in the second giant war who wanted to know everything about Camp Jupiter and all of their friends who’d outlived them. Hunters who’d died in battles he hadn’t even known about while he was still alive.

But Percy Jackson was the son of Poseidon, lord of the sea. He didn’t like being contained in one place, and even if Elysium was a paradise for heroes, it wasn’t the same as being alive.

So Percy Jackson died, and Percy Jackson was sent to Elysium, and Percy Jackson chose to be reborn.

Zak Mason was born to a single mom.

He was an ordinary baby, almost. He was born with blue eyes, but they turned brown. He laughed and cried and pooped and spat up. He started preschool with a choppy haircut he gave to himself, and loved sitting on his mom’s lap to listen to Dr. Seuss books and watching anything fast-moving and colorful on TV.

When he was six, Zak’s basketball team won against all of the other first grade teams in their town, and a big picture of his gap-toothed smile holding the trophy he’d helped win with his first three-point shot held the place of honor on the fridge for almost a year.

Sometimes, Zak Mason had nightmares he didn’t understand. Of burning pain covering his entire body, of monsters and shifting Earth and bottomless pits, of faces he didn’t recognize twisted in pain or looking down at him as he fell, of flashing swords and screams and bursts of arrows whistling towards an enemy he couldn’t quite make out. He woke up and forgot the nightmares quickly, but they always left him almost wistful for something he couldn’t quite remember, even with how terrifying they were.

As Zak grew up, he noticed things nobody else seemed to. People who were just...different in ways nobody else seemed to understand. He saw a horse with wings, flying high above the clouds while he was on an airplane. A man he swore only had one eye that winked at him when he passed him on the bus. A woman with a forked tongue poking out of her mouth on a corner who’s smile made him shiver and walk faster.

And when he was eleven, almost twelve, a man with goat legs showed up and took him away from his mom. Just for the summer, but it was still the longest he’d been away from home.

“You’re a half-blood,” the man who called himself a satyr said. “You need to learn how to defend yourself and survive.”

His mom hugged him tearfully, but helped him pack his bags and sent him away, all the way to New York from their quiet little town in Wisconsin.

He expected it to be awkward. He didn’t know anything about what this satyr, whose name was Ash, was talking about. Gods and nymphs and a camp where he would learn to swordfight and find out who his dad was? None of it made any sense at all, and so Zak spent the trip to New York dreading whatever this camp was going to be.

He and Ash walked until he saw a tree, and Zak knew, just like that, that he was home. There were plenty of trees around, but this one was tall and proud and straight, and seeing it sent a jolt of some kind of unidentifiable pride down Zak’s spine.

And Zak and Ash passed the tree on top of its hill, and Zak felt like he was home. They looked over a valley full of cabins, a lake, strawberry fields, a big blue house with a wrap-around porch, a climbing wall that seemed to be on fire, and a thick forest.

Everything that didn’t make sense on the trip here clicked in Zak’s head. This was right, this was where he was supposed to be, that was the Big House, and the climbing wall was beatable if you knew the trick, and that was the armory even though it just looked like a shed.

“How do you know all that?” Ash asked, looking confused.

Zak paused.

“I don’t know,” he said.

But this was home.

He met Chiron, the centaur, and it felt like waking up from one of his nightmares. Especially when Chiron looked at him like he already knew everything about Zak and led him around the camp he already felt like he knew backward and forwards.

He was given a space to sleep in Cabin Eleven but told he’d likely be moving soon, as his dad would claim him.

Somehow, it was instinct to head for the lake during free time and climb into a canoe. He was terrible at it, but somehow it just felt right to be out on the lake with the naiads laughing at him.

What he was good at though, was still basketball. Basketball, and archery, and he picked up how to play guitar pretty quickly, too. He loved it at Camp Half-Blood, he told his mom in every letter. He missed her, sure, but they promised he’d be able to come home for the school year.

On his twelfth birthday, a flaming lyre burned above his head.

“Hail Zak Mason, son of Apollo,” Chiron announced in a booming voice, and Zak was welcomed into Cabin Seven with open arms.

So Percy Jackson died, and Percy Jackson made it to Elysium, and Percy Jackson chose to be reborn.

And Zak Mason was born, and Zak Mason was claimed.

Zak Mason still woke up with nightmares that faded from his mind before he blinked all the way awake. Of the same burning pain, but with a face that made him smiled floating through it. Of monsters he knew by name, and names he heard in stories of heroes in the second Titan war and the second giant war.

Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena and designer of Olympus. Grover Underwood, the satyr who finally found the great god Pan. Nico di Angelo, son of Hades, and Jason Grace, son of Jupiter, and Frank Zhang, son of Mars, and Hazel Levesque, daughter of Pluto, and Piper McLean, daughter of Aphrodite.

Names that whispered “home” to him the same way Thalia’s tree did and the lake did and the entire camp did, and he wasn’t sure why.

Chiron watched Zak Mason carefully, always with an expression of almost-but-not-quite recognition. When he insulted another camper or twisted his face in a particular scowl, Chiron shook his head and turned away.

There was one name that didn’t just whisper home, it screamed it.

Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, savior of humankind, one of the most powerful demigods of the modern age.

Zak didn’t know him, how could he? He’d died protecting a group of young demigods almost two years before Zak was born.

But somehow, Zak did.

He looked in the window of Cabin Three and saw the always empty bunk bed with a minotaur’s horn hanging above it and a ballpoint pen on the pillow and he knew the stories behind them without having to ask.

He’d dreamed them, he knew it, even if he’d forgotten the dreams. Rain and lightning and a woman who disappeared in a flash of golden light, and a sword that had killed a thousand threats to people Percy Jackson loved.

Zak stared at the pen sitting on the pillow and knew it belonged in his pocket. It didn’t surprise him when he woke up with it on his own pillow the next morning, and it didn’t surprise Chiron when it continued to do so every time Zak tried to return it to the little shrine to the fallen hero called Percy Jackson.

When he practiced with Riptide in the arena, it was like every sword fighting tactic he hadn’t been able to master with any other sword came naturally.

People whispered when they saw him fighting with Riptide. Whispered of Percy Jackson, who had fought the god of war and won when he was twelve years old. Who had defeated monsters Hercules himself couldn’t. Who’d wandered Tartarus with only Annabeth Chase beside him and come out alive. Who’d stopped Kronos and Gaea and was the reason camp was so busy and full of life. Who’d given his life to save people he cared for and who’d been willing to go to the ends of the Earth or further for his friends.

And those stories felt like home in the same way camp did, in the same way all those names did and in the same way his nightmares did.

Because Percy Jackson died, and Percy Jackson made it to Elysium, and Percy Jackson was reborn as Zak Mason, son of Apollo, who would surely prove to be as much of a hero as the first body his spirit had inhabited.

Because a spirit like that of Percy Jackson couldn’t be contained to Elysium, and couldn’t be contained to one life of heroism. Not when there was the choice to be another hero whose name would feel like home in his next life when the River Lethe tried again to wipe away memories that couldn’t be erased completely.

And a spirit like that of Percy Jackson could never be anything less than a Hero of Olympus, even if it started over in a new body with a new name.

#Asper Yells #txting #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #chiron #Greek Mythology #i wrote this #pjo #hoo #pjo fic #pjo fanfic

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sonofsallyjackson · 4 years

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A World Not Quite Her Own (pt 1/3) - The Estelle Fic

So here it is, my first foray into the Percy Jackson fandom despite being obsessed with the books when I was in elementary/middle school. This started as my take on Estelle’s childhood, but morphed into something more with a Percabeth wedding scene in chapter 2. AO3 Link Here.

Estelle Blofis had never lived in a world without monsters. Many people in this world would have been driven mad by this knowledge. But for Estelle, it was a simple fact of the universe like humans need air to survive, or blue chocolate chip cookies are the best dessert. Maybe knowing about monsters should have made her scared, but all it did was show her the heroes who would always come in and save the day.

Many of those heroes made the best babysitters.

Sally always let out a sigh of relief when Grover was in town. The Lord of the Wild didn’t even grumble good-naturedly as he took on his excitable charge for the day. Grover didn’t need the promise of Sally’s seven-layer bean dip or the collection of recycling curated for maximum crunch to make it through their outings. He had always wanted to teach humans to appreciate the wild, treasure it, and protect it. Grover might not be able to teach all humans, but he certainly could teach Estelle. They sat in an isolated corner of Central Park together, occasionally bothered by druids, but mostly it was just the two of them. They would sit directly in the grass, Estelle’s orange tutu and rainboots regardless of the weather stretched out next to hairy legs that Grover mostly didn’t bother to cover anymore. While Estelle likely fidgeted just as much as she listened (spinning breaks were deemed a necessity after a single outing), she did listen to him. Grover was the best at answering questions and like any small child, Estelle had a lot of questions. So as she grew, Estelle sang hi to the individual trees on walks with her parents and proclaimed solemnly in pre-school that “Pan was dead” (a reference that thankfully her teacher didn’t understand but had resulted in a headache-inducing conversation for Paul).

In comparison, babysitting with Rachel was essentially one long arts and crafts session. Finger paintings completely covered the fridge by the time Estelle was three. They’d repainted the mural on Estelle’s bedroom wall about four times by the time she was ten, with each rendition more fantastical than the last. Occasionally Sally regretted the afternoons spent writing with Rachel over once she discovered the paint covered mess that once had been her daughter, but overall with the sound of laughter echoing through the house (and only one minor prophecy), she supposed things could be a lot worse.

On days where snow piled up outside their window, but Estelle adamantly refused to wear anything but a swimsuit and a feather boa, Paul frantically phoned Piper. She was at the top of a very short list of people who could make Estelle dress appropriately for the weather. No one was sure if it was a form of diluted charmspeak or just Piper’s knack for finding outfits that technically could be worn in public but still fit the (unfashionable) vibe Estelle was going for.

Tyson was never allowed to babysit Estelle by himself, but he made up for his clumsiness and general lack of knowledge of human safety measures with an excess of enthusiasm. He took to having a baby sister so well that no one really bothered to explain that technically the two of them weren’t related. Still Tyson’s one eye seemed just as normal to Estelle as his hugs or extremely calloused hands.

Nico really wasn’t her babysitter. He would stop by the apartment looking for Percy or Sally, but would end up staying because Estelle had him wrapped around her finger. The first time they’d met Nico had come over with bad news regarding Apollo’s quest. Estelle couldn’t actually remember what had happened since she was so young, but Sally liked telling the story, complete with pictures, so Estelle knew it by heart anyway. Percy hadn’t been home yet and since he was with mortals working on a group project, Iris messages would have been a no-go even if the cosmos weren’t trying to prevent demi-god communication. So Nico had sat on the couch in the living room occasionally pestered by Sally’s “Are you sure I can’t get you anything to eat?” and “You look tired, sweetheart. You have time for a nap if you want one.”

In the end, Nico hadn’t gotten that nap because he’d been greeted by tiny hands pulling themselves upright on the couch cushion next to him. Estelle’s face had been alight with mischief that Nico would have previously sworn was only possible from a child of Hermes. Her black curls swung wildly around her as she wiggled her way onto the couch and into Nico’s lap. Estelle made herself comfortable while Nico looked ready to throw up. At fourteen, he’d fought in two different wars, but one crawling 10-month-old seemed to be enough to break him. As Estelle grew older, her little chants of “Nico! Nico! Nico!” had so much power over the boy who wanted a family more than anything else in the world.

Annabeth was one of her most frequent babysitters. She practically lived at their apartment when she wasn’t at school, or helping her cousins or the camp. She did keep Percy from giving into Estelle’s every whim which wasn’t ideal, but Estelle could deal with eating a full plate of vegetables if it meant hanging out with Annabeth. Unfortunately, Annabeth did not share Estelle’s undying love for all things Little Mermaid and often muttered “Seaweed Brain, I don’t know how but this is your fault. If I have to hear Under the Sea one more time, I’ll-“ under her breath whenever just watching Disney movies was suggested. So spending time with Annabeth often meant playing with Legos, creating a disjointed collection of buildings. Mini replicas of New York landmarks would be dwarfed by uneven towers because Estelle cared more about height than stability, aesthetics or really any other architectural principle. When Annabeth entered school, she was less inclined to spend any bit of free time still thinking about architecture. So she gave Estelle a little potholder loom and taught her the basics of weaving. Sally had ended up with more neon-colored monstrosities than she knew what to do with, but the girls could spend hours in relative quiet, so it seemed a small price to pay.

And then there was Percy, the biggest hero in Estelle’s eyes. Her love wasn’t like the hero-worship of new demigods, who idolized him for defeating the Titans, surviving Tartarus, or going on countless quests. Estelle believed more than anything else in the world that her brother would be there to catch her whenever she fell and there was no monster he couldn’t beat.

Even before she could walk, Estelle had seen her brother’s powers. Some things were easy to miss, like the way Percy could wash the dishes without getting wet at all, but others stood out to her. The waves at Montauk had calmed so he could teach her how to swim but were quick to come back to life if anyone stared too openly at Annabeth or his mom. While Annabeth built elaborate sandcastles, Percy added fantastical moats and laughed as Estelle roared like a minotaur to tear it down. He could hold his breath forever, which seemed awfully unfair the first time Estelle had tried to swim underwater and ended up with a mouthful of saltwater. Percy was always willing to translate for the fish at the aquarium, although Estelle was pretty sure he did the funny voices for her benefit. When Percy had landed Blackjack on their apartment’s roof after being called back to camp for an emergency, he had translated for his old friend too. Estelle loved those translations the most, even if they weren’t entirely accurate.

“Seriously, Blackjack, can you cool the language around my little sister?”

By age five, her older brother had bought wooden swords for the two of them to practice in the living room. Percy kept the moves simple, demonstrating before lightly wrapping his fingers around her tiny wrists and guiding her through the movements. Estelle would copy them intently with her nose scrunched up and her tongue stuck slightly to the side in concentration. They focused primarily on defensive strategies, but still had practice fights where Percy pretended to die dramatically.

“I don’t think this is a good idea Percy,” Sally had said after they broke their second lamp.

“Mom she can see them. And as long as I’m around Stella will always be a target.”

There was an unspoken promise in his words. I’m always going to be here Mom. I’m still alive, but I can’t lose anyone else, especially not my baby sister.

Estelle hugged her mother’s leg tightly, looking up with pleading eyes. “Please Mom I’ll be careful.”

Eventually, Paul signed Estelle up for fencing lessons because there had to be a better way to teach her to fight that didn’t involve the two of them wrecking the living room every time Percy visited. And if the way, allowed Paul to share his old fencing passion with his daughter, all the better. The living room still ended up with the furniture pushed to the side on a regular basis though because Estelle needed to demonstrate everything she’d learned for her big brother.

When Tyson had come to her sixth birthday party, his present had been a small bronze sword that transformed into a charm bracelet so Estelle could always be prepared. He’d look so proud and Estelle kept touching it reverently, but Sally had not been amused. She had wanted her daughter to grow up safe from this madness, even if she knew that wasn’t entirely a possibility. It was bad enough to have one child constantly in mortal peril and disappearing on dangerous quests.

“It can’t even hurt her; it’s celestial bronze. The first time I met Rachel I ran her through with Riptide and she’s still fine.”

Rachel flicked her red curls over her shoulder. “Worried for your sanity, but physically fine.”

Neither of them was as reassuring as they thought, but Estelle did get to keep the sword for emergency use only. This was after all a world full of monsters as well as heroes.

#estelle blofis #percy jackson #PJO #pjo/hoo #hoo #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo fandom #riordenverse #pjo fic #my fic

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fireandseaweed · 7 years

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Yoga Time || Blossom and Percy

Percy and Blossom go to the beach for some yoga, but sadly not everything goes to plan.

Percy took a long breath as he stared out at the ocean in front of him. The cool sand between his bare feet was almost comfortingly familiar and for a second he felt a pang of longing to go back to Camp Half Blood, to see the beach and the lake. To hear the fountain in his room gurgling gently. It had been too long since he had practiced yoga with Blossom, almost a year at this point and he was grateful to be presented with the opportunity again. As the ocean glittered peacefully in the distance, Percy unrolled his yoga mat which was of qcourse a nice blue colour and smiled. “You’re going to have to be kind to me,” he said with a laugh, “I am far more out of practice then I would like to admit, so I’m probably incredibly rusty.” He placed his water bottle by his phone and by Riptide, you could never be too careful when it came to safety and security. Not to mention hydration. The air was chilly but somehow it wasn’t bad enough that he regretted their decision to leave Camp.

Blossom was so excited to finally have someone to do yoga with her. Percy was the last person to do yoga with her, so it had been a while to say the least. So, she was clearly excited. She walked with a bit of pep in her step and a huge smile on her face. Percy had led her to a gorgeous place to do yoga, a place of peace and serenity. It was beautiful, and before Blossom set any of her stuff down, she had to look around and take it all in. She laughed as Percy said she would have to go easy on him, “Oh come on, you of all people know that going easy makes it a little boring. But, I won’t judge you if you mess up or anything. I’ll help you of course.” She assured him, finally placing her stuff down. Her mat was a bright rainbow of colors, matching her personality quite honestly. She took her backpack off her back, tossing it to the side. It had water, her phone, the paper map of camp that Sebastian had given her, and a sword that was given to her at Camp Half Blood. It wasn’t a huge sword, small enough to fit in a bag, but sturdy enough to defend herself if need be. With being outside of camp, she knew a monster was a possibility. It wasn’t a huge possibility, but still a possibility. She took her shoes off and stood on the base of the mat, closing her eyes and starting the breathing exercises that usually got her in the yoga mode. “That’s fine if you’re rusty. Let's start off by doing what you remember, yeah?” She suggested, peeking one eye open to look over at him.

“Hey,” Percy said as he settled onto his mat and tried to breathe a few times, “there is absolutely nothing wrong with a little boring, the truth is that we could all learn a bit more from a little boring.” He smirked gently before shrugging to himself as he got ready to take the Mountain Pose, it was one of the easier poses that Blossom had taught him. Stand tall with his feet together, he allowed his shoulders to relax, distributed his weight evenly through the soles of his feet, before placing his arms at his sides. Looking over to Blossom he shrugged gently, “I know this one is super easy, but I’ve got to start somewhere?” he smirked gently before facing the ocean and taking a deep breath and then raise his hands overhead, palms facing each other with his arms straight. Finally he reach up toward the sky with his fingertips. “So how are you settling into New Rome?” he asked curiously.

Blossom chuckled as Percy defended the boring stuff. He did have a point though. “Alright, fine. I’ll give you that one, you’re right.” She admitted. Percy was a busy guy, that was just a fact. So for him, boredom was probably nice every once in awhile. She looked over at him just in time to see the pose that he remembered, Mountain Pose. It was one of the first ones she had learned as well. It was a pretty simple pose, an easy one to start off with. She closed her eyes again and took a deep breath, following his lead. “Easy is fine. Starting off with easy is better. Then we can get to the hard stuff later.” She said as she straightened her posture, feeling her whole body start to relax. She raised her hands up slowly, taking another deep breath and slowly exhaling. “New Rome is fine. I like it so far. Haven’t really made any friends yet, but I’m sure that will come with time.” She said. Some people were a little mean to her, but she decided to leave that part out. Those people probably weren’t intentionally mean to her, maybe they just had a bad day. “Hey, do you remember the Triangle Pose? Want to do that one next, or do you need me to show you how to do it?” She asked.

Boredom was great when you compared it to fighting for your life or doing all of the other things that he had been known to do. More to the point, boredom wasn’t life threatening and that was something that Percy could greatly appreciate. He held the mountain pose for ten seconds and glanced at Blossom, nodding, he smiled. “Sure, I think I remember it but it can never hurt to have some guidance. Percy smirked gently and shrugged. “What are you doing to keep yourself busy? Are you at college or have you joined the legion?” he allowed the sea breeze to filter into his lungs before nodding. “You’ll make friends, you’re the kindest person I’ve ever met and it is difficult not to like someone who is always nice to you on matter what.”

Blossom chuckled at Percy’s comment. Of course he wanted her to show him how to do the pose. Even back at Camp Half Blood, he always wanted to have her do the pose first. Which, she didn’t really mind. It showed he wanted to learn, and in this instance he didn’t want to be wrong. “Right, guidance is key.” She joked opening her eyes to look over at him and show him the pose. She spread her legs shoulder width apart, then moved her right foot further away, stretching it out almost as far as she could go while standing. Then, she reached her right arm to meet her foot, stretching her left arm up towards the sky. “I joined the legion, I got sorted into the fourth cohort. I figured joining the legion might be good for me, although I’ve already gotten a bunch of stares. Lots of people are confused as to why the daughter of peace would join the legion.” She explained, staying in the pose as she talked. At the compliment, she smiled over at Percy. “Aw, thank you. I’m sure I’ll figure it out, it’s just a little lonely right now. But, that’s okay! I need to figure out my way around first anyway. Plus, I have you!”

Many people didn’t get it, but Percy was only good at a few things. Swordsmanship, swimming, horses, the list wasn’t huge. Everything else that did he really had to work at. To get into college it had felt like he had had to work ten times harder than anyone else. So with yoga, a way that he used to relax and calm down, he didn’t want to have to worry about doing something wrong, it was much easier to just follow Blossom’s instructions, especially when she was so good at it. Raising an eyebrow gently, he smiled peacefully and nodded. “You’re starting to get it,” he retorted playfully before following suit. “Well, I don’t really know what to tell you, the fifth cohort is of course the best cohort that there is, but it isn’t your fault that you weren’t placed there, I’ve met the centurions of the fourth though. Adriana and Lina seem to be good people who know what they are doing.” He shrugged gently and nodded. “When I joined they were all confused as to why a son of Neptune would join the legion, apparently being confused is a very Roman trait.” He was joking of course. “Well, you’ll have to come and visit me in the city, and you’ll make friends soon enough, it is hard not to be friends with people that you spend your entire life with.”

The fact that Percy was always so supportive of yoga always made Blossom happy. Of course, any kind of yoga made her happy, but she always loved introducing people to it. It was a great way to relax, and it was honestly easy to learn. The hardest part about it was learning how to stay relaxed and balance. Then, with the different poses and practice, muscles start to build up and poses that used to be challenging become easy. Plus, doing yoga with someone else was always a little bit more fun, but Blossom would never say that out loud. “Just like you’re starting to get yoga. Which I really appreciate by the way. Not a lot of people are willing to try it.” She told him. After holding the pose for a bit, she switched to the left side of her body. “Yeah sorry, I’m not in the fifth. But, I have heard that the Centurions in my cohort are nice. I haven’t properly met either of them yet, but I’m sure I will soon!” She explained. She hadn’t really talked to anyone in her cohort either, only really quick conversations. “I would love to come visit! And I know, I’ll make friends. I just have to give it time. I’ve only been here for a few days.”

“I don’t know,” Percy replied with a shrug, “I don’t feel like I’m really that much better but I guess like anything it is all about practice and repetition, the more that I do it the better that I’ll get at it, something like that right?” He shrugged gently at her comment. “When you live in a world where minotaurs and chimeras exist, I don’t think that trying yoga is the most adventurous thing that I have ever done in my life, but it is nice to have my teacher back.” Blossom was patient and attentive, she never put you down and he had never met anyone who could show you the same thing nine times in a row without frowning. As he followed suit and shifted his position to follow hers, he tried not to nod, worried that it would knock his balance. “It’s okay, you can’t get everything that you do right…” he smirked and laughed before nodding. “You’ll get there,” he said as he brought his leg down and returned to a standing position. He was about to suggest that they move into a new pose when he heard a shuffling from behind a sand dune. “Did you hear that?” he asked, his body tensing up slightly.

“Exactly! Practice makes perfect.” Blossom agreed with a smile. She knew that all too well, between yoga and training. Yoga was easy for her to learn, it didn’t take too much practice for her to understand. Using a sword, however, that took a long time. Numerous hours and days of practicing the same thing over and over again, and eventually she was able to get it. “Well, thank you. It’s nice to have my student back. I haven’t really taught anyone else, no one else wanted to learn.” She explained with a shrug. She knew it was their loss, not hers, that no one wanted to learn. But still, it would have been nice to have a few students. She laughed with Percy, knowing he was right about not being able to do everything right. Nobody’s perfect. But, her laughter quickly stopped when she heard someone, or most likely something, moving behind a sand dune.”Yeah…..I heard that.” She said, slowly standing back upright and looking at both of their swords that were on the ground not too far from them. “You jinxed it by saying minotaurs and chimeras..” She tried to joke, but knew that this wasn’t a time to really joke. She grabbed her sword and looked over at him. “Should we go check it out?”

“Exactly as you said.” Percy smirked gently. “I think that I’ll actually have to start doing it more than once a year before I can really say that I am back to practicing, but this is a good excuse for doing the easier stuff.” Percy couldn’t help but feel at peace as they practiced yoga together. “You’re more than welcome,” Percy replied with a smile, “that is a good thing, I get to monopolise your attention!” He laughed, he wasn’t entirely joking, he just couldn’t help but smirk.. Percy bent over and quickly scooped up his sword, it glinted gently in the morning sun. “Yeah, we should definitely check it out,” he sighed gently and moved over to the sand dune, slowly and cautiously. He slipped over the dune and frowned gently as he decided that he couldn’t actually see anything. “I’m confused,” he admitted, “I was sure there was something.” He looked around him and frowned, the noise had disappeared. “I think we must have been imagining it …”

Blossom followed Percy’s lead as he said they should check what made the noise they both heard. If it was a monster, she knew he was way more experienced than she was. Ironically, their roles had quickly flopped. She went from being the experienced one, to not being experienced at all. Of course at camp she trained and everything, but she had never actually dealt with a real life monster. She knew that mentioning that right at this moment really wouldn’t be a good thing though. Blossom followed Percy’s to the other side of the dune, also looking a bit confused. There was nothing there, but they both definitely heard something. “Could it have possibly like...went into the sand?” She asked, looking down at the sand underneath her, as well as the huge sand dune they were standing next to. “It couldn’t have, right?” She asked nervously.

Percy’s mind went into overload trying to work out if there was something that could’ve burrowed into the sand, he was sure that there was a monster like that, knowing their luck it would be what they were up against now, but at the same time Percy wondered if there was something else. “I guess,” he said apprehensively, Riptide hung loosely in his grasp, “but I can’t think of anything that can do that, Annabeth would definitely know, but she isn’t here right now.” There was a reason that he tended to stick to New Rome, it wasn’t safe for him to go wandering through the world, he alone attracted too many monsters and he was sure that a daughter of Eirene would seem like a nice snack to whatever bloodthirsty creature was lurking here. “Either way, lets not wait and find out, we can finish our yoga session by the lake, but right now we need to get out of here as soon as possible.” Turning, he hurried back to his yoga stuff and collected it up. “Come on,” he said watching the water, knowing it would be useful when the time came … if the time came.

Leaving was the best option, Blossom knew that. She understood that. But, for some reason she was trapped. She watched as Percy turned to go pack up his stuff, but she couldn’t move. It was like her feet were glued to the sand. She knew something was wrong. She didn’t want to be taken by surprise. She was gripping her sword so tight that her knuckles were white. Something was wrong, something was there with them, she could feel it. She reached her arm out, using her sword to move around the sand in front of her and the sand that actually made up the huge sand dune in front of her. Nothing. She sighed and decided to join Percy in packing up. As she rounded the sand dune to get back to the side of it that Percy was on, she stopped. A Minotaur was sneaking up behind Percy as he tried to pack. Blossom could see him staring at the water, clearly distracted. “Percy!” She yelled, which maybe wasn’t her best plan because then the Minotaur redirected its attention onto her.

As Percy heard Blossom’s cry, he was all but too late to do anything to stop the Minotaur from charging. As it scraped its hooves against the sand and flew into a headlong pelt with Blossom as its target he only had time to do one thing. Summoning a heavy wave, he willed it to wrap its way around Blossom and form into a solid barrier in front of her. Over the years, Percy had had some very memorable encounters with the minotaur. Although now he was unsure if there was more than one minotaur, either way, they didn’t get along well. The minotaur slammed into the wall of water, causing it to spray everywhere, but Percy was already on the move. The good news was that he was working in his home territory and he wouldn’t take long before he’d be able to overpower the monster. The bad news was that the monster in question was already recovering from the shock of slamming into a solid wall of water, he looked about ready to eat them for breakfast. “Blossom,” he shouted praying that she’d listened to the drills they’d ran back at Camp, “we’re going to go for an omega style attack,” pincer movement, he’d draw the monster left and Blossom would go right.

Blossom was on her heels from the second she saw the minotaur. She knew this was her moment, this was her time to shine. This was her time to finally apply the skills she had spent countless hours learning. She had her sword ready to go, ready to move left or right depending on what direction the minotaur went. She was ready to attack, but then a wall of water formed in front of her. For a second she was in shock, amazed at what Percy could do. She knew he had these powers, but had never really seen them in full swing. Then, the water wall was smashed and she got soaked. Honestly, she didn’t mind it. Then, she heard Percy. Omega style, she remembered what that meant. “Got it! Ready when you are!” She called, assuming he would want to start as soon as the monster started to get back up. So, she started to move towards the right.

Summoning water around him in a thick chain, Percy fired off lances of water in a volley that would smash into the minotaur. It wouldn’t kill him, but it would hurt him a lot, enough to get him to focus on Percy. Once upon a time he would’ve gone toe to toe with the minotaur, he probably still could’ve and he might well have won, but Blossom was here and she was an asset, an asset that Percy planned on using. “Hey, over here beef burger!” he shouted as he sprayed the minotaur with another blast of water, depleting his supply and leaving him with nothing more than Riptide, but that was fine, that was all that he needed. “Follow me,” springing off, he set off at his top speed. He was fast, it was part of his technique, part of his innate fighting style but he knew that the minotaur would be faster when it charged, and as it snorted and hurtled at him, Percy barely managed to dive out of the way. The Minotaur hurtled past, screeching to a halt and rounding on Percy once more, but Blossom was in position, which was perfect. “Get his back!” he shouted to her.

Blossom followed Percy’s lead and did as she was told. Just like Percy, she was able to move fast. Honestly though, she was happy that the minotaur’s attention wasn’t on her anymore. Percy had probably faced plenty of minotaurs, this was Blossom’s first time and she didn’t want to die today. As she moved, she finally was in the perfect position as the minotaur missed Percy and turned. She heard Percy’s command and went for it. His back meant a lot of things, but she tried to do what she could in the short amount of time she had before the minotaur noticed she was there. With all her strength and a flick of the wrist she was able to make two deep slashes at the back of the minotaur’s legs. She figured if the minotaur couldn’t move it’s legs, then it was less of a threat. Then, she quickly pulled her sword up over her head and literally stabbed it in the back, twisting her sword while it was still lodged in it’s back. She then took her sword out of it’s back and took a few steps backward, waiting to see how much damage she really had done before she moved forward.

Honestly, Percy was pretty sure that no monster could survive the combination of attacks that Blossom had given to the minotaur. It was impressive to see a daughter of the goddess of Peace who could still handle herself. As the minotaur roared in pain, grunting as it tried to stand from the wounds that Blossom had given it, Percy stepped forward, grabbed one of its horns and slashed through its neck. Black ichor poured from the crescent shaped cut in its throat. It was almost tar like, thick and goey it matted into the minotaur’s fur before the monster dissolved into a pile of golden dust, leaving Percy holding nothing more than a horn in his hand. “Wow,” he said, his breathing still heavy as the black ichor dripped off of Riptide and into the sand, “good job.” He slumped backwards and sat down on the sand, wiping sweat from his brow. “Remind me to take you with me on every trip I take,” he said with a laugh before holding up the horn for Blossom. “This is yours, you’ve definitely earned it,” he said tossing her the spoil of war. “If that doesn’t impress your centurion then I really don’t know what will…” he laughed gently and sighed. “I don’t think I’m going to get much more yoga done, not after that.”

Once she saw the minotaur turn to dust, Blossom finally felt like she could breathe. They were both safe, and luckily not injured. That itself was a blessing. “I would love to go with you! Just let me know when and where. I’m always up for an adventure.” She said with a smile, finally being able to walking over to Percy. As he handed her the horn, she hesitated. “But, I don't think that’s fair. I couldn't of done it without you! You saved me. I would have died without your help, I wouldn't have known what to do. The second I saw that...that thing, everything I learned flew right out of my head. That was my first time facing a monster.” She explained, staring at the horn. “We can share it. That sounds better. Oh! Or maybe we can reuse it for something. I’m against animal products, but I guess that wasn't really an animal. But, it was still a living thing….” She rambled, trying to figure out what to do. This went against all of her morals. “We can repurpose it, together. Yeah? I’m sure we can figure something out. Why don’t we head back? You look like you're going to collapse, which I don't blame you. I’m sure doing all of that with the water is like running a marathon.” She joked, offering him her hand to help him stand up. “I’ll carry our bags.”

Laughing gently, Percy shook his head gently and smiled. “I was kind of joking, but the next adventure that I take I will of course take you on, especially now that I know you’re a natural monster killer.” He hoped she took the joke as a joke and didn’t get too serious with something that was nothing more than a throwaway comment. Smiling he took her hand and dusted himself off. “Don’t worry, I’ve got one at home in Camp Half Blood, it is still on the wall there, the Minotaur was my first monster too, you know not as many people are able to do that as you’d think, you really did do a good job and that was why I thought you should have it. It is your first monster and you did everything right, you deserve something to remember this by because I doubt very much that this will be your last.” Guilt rose within him as he said that, Blossom had never encountered a monster before, which meant that the Minotaur had tracked him down, which wasn’t surprising, he knew that most monsters hated him now, he liked to think that he was their stuff of nightmares. Dusting the sand off of his shorts he strode over to his stuff and grabbed it. “Don’t worry, I’ll live, it just takes me a moment to get back to normal…” not to mention the fact that he so often lost control when he fought monsters.

Blossom laughed, shaking her head. “I know you were joking, but I mean if you ever need company, just let me know!” She offered with a smile. Blossom still was in shock that she had gone face to face with a monster only minutes ago. Reading about them and then actually seeing them were two completely different things. But, she couldn’t have done it without Percy’s help. Hopefully next time she would be able to handle it herself. “Thank you, I really appreciate it. But like I said, I couldn’t of done it without out you. So, thank you for helping me. Maybe next time I can handle it all by myself.” She said with a hopeful smile. She followed Percy to grab her stuff, watching him to make sure he was okay. “Of course. We can take it slow back to camp. There’s no rush.”

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Congratulations Micah and welcome! We’re so happy to accept your application to play Percy Jackson with the faceclaim of Tyler Posey in Fire & Glory RPG! We can’t wait to begin roleplaying with you so please remember to look over our checklist!

Out of Character Information:

Name: Micah

Age: 20

Timezone: GMT

Triggers: redacted

Activity: while I’m at uni I work evenings a few times a week, otherwise I am pretty much all the time!

Skeleton Character Application:

Desired Character: Percy Jackson

Reason you want to play this character: Percy is definitely my favourite fictional character. I find it super easy to slip into the Percy muse and he is someone that I consistently enjoy writing, I played Percy in the original fire and glory and I’ve played him several times since then. I really look forward to developing him further and discovering the new avenues of development that I can take with him!

Are there any changes you wish to make (faceclaim, age, affiliation etc)? Please explain and provide alternatives: nope! Considering I wrote his skeleton there’s no reason to :)

Biography:

Perseus Jackson - or Percy as he preferred to be called - was definitely not hero material straight away, in his younger years he was a scrawny young man with bright eyes and dark hair that never stayed neat no matter how many times he or his mother tried to comb it into order. But never let that fool you, because Percy would later go on to be one of the most powerful, skilled and courageous heroes of all time. But the thing that made Percy a hero was the fact that he was always humble. Except when it came to skateboarding, he knew he was the best at that.

The first twelve years of Percy’s life were far from normal, he lived in New York, growing up with a mother who was kind, loving and together they had a little bit of a strange love for the color blue. You might think that his early childhood and life was ideal, perfect and amazing. You’d be wrong. Sadly. An ugly man named Gabe Ugliano ruined all of that, with his pot belly and the stench of beer on his breath. He was always mean to Percy, and Percy was sure it was more than just that with his mom.

But at twelve years old that all changed when he discovered that he was actually a son of Poseidon, a demigod hero who would eventually save the world. It wouldn’t be easy, neither would it be free of pain, but Percy would do great things. He would fight monsters and slay them, the Minotaur, Medusa, the Chimera and Nemean Lion, Hydras and Cyclopes all within the first few years of his time as a hero. But that never stopped him for one second. He simply kept going. He even fought some gods, now that was interesting to say the least.

His list of achievements include taking Zeus’ nuclear powered lightning bolt back to him, even thought it had been in his back pack the whole time. He grabbed the golden fleece from a cyclopes that barely had one eye. He duelled Atlas the Titan one christmas and he held the sky on his shoulders. He navigated his way through the Labyrinth and fought in the battle of Camp Half Blood, he even duelled Kronos multiple times and eventually saved the world. That was all before he was sixteen.

After he was sixteen however his life didn’t get any easier, he was kidnapped, had his memory wiped and got dumped in a house full of wolves, from there he made his way up to Alaska and fought giants and monsters he’d never dreamed existed. From there he watched his friend bomb New Rome and start a war, then they fled to Greece, stopping off for some interesting detours.

Yet through and through Percy stayed a good guy, with his trusty pen sword thingy Riptide he fought monsters, gods and even other heroes (when they were being particularly stupid). But with his best friends Annabeth, Grover, Nico, Thalia and Tyson having his back he was never alone. Later he’d made friends in Jason, Hazel, Frank, Reyna, Leo and Piper. Whatever the case Percy was never alone to face the world.

It has been a few years since he saved the world with the rest of the crew of the Argo II, since then he has received a bachelor’s degree in Marine Biology from New Rome and is currently studying for a masters degree in Marine Biology. Life is a mad flurry of books and trying to live a normal life, but it is never that easy when you’re a demigod. Right?

Para sample:

If there was one thing that you had to give a therapist, it was that they definitely had the money to buy nice sofas. You could literally feel how much it had cost, just from running your fingers over the leather. He could feel the expensive leather as he nervously ran his fingers up and down the arms of the chair he was sat in.

It was funny, normally he wouldn’t be nervous. He had fought people who were literally twice his size. He could leap off of a hundred-foot-high cliff into a pool of water without his heart skipping a beat. Yet usually the only thing that made him nervous was Annabeth. When he had done something to piss her off, she would give him one of her trademarked glares that made you think she could see right into your soul, with those stormy grey eyes of hers. Well it was enough to make anyone’s stomach turn. But for Percy it was enough to send him running for the hills.

The key to avoiding the glare was to avoid fucking up too royally. Usually he could manage it. But sometimes he had to hide at the bottom of the lake.

Yet today, he wasn’t nervous about the stare of Annabeth, it was the stare of his therapist. She was an incredibly thin lady. Percy couldn’t help but notice every single bone in her face. Prominent cheekbones, a jawline that supermodels would envy and slightly sunken eyes. She seemed to be a stern individual, however the way she looked at him, staring at him over the rim of her golden wire glasses, he couldn’t help but wonder if she was reading him like a book.

Dr. Arkwright had been suggested to him by Rachel Dare, a good friend of his, apparently she had helped her through a number of issues and was uniquely talented at her job in her own special way. If Rachel swore by her then that was enough for Percy.

“Percy,” she said in a quiet voice, “I know this is our first session, so there is on no pressure for you to open up right away…” she trailed off, her eyes never wavering from him.

He had been to other therapists before, but they had been mortal, unable to see through the mist or understand what it was that he had been through. They had tried to help him, but with everything he had been through, he hadn’t been able to be helped. Not until now, at least, that was what he hoped. The trick to this was that his therapist was a demigod. A daughter of Apollo, cabin counsellor in her day, though that was a long while ago. She had started out working in New York, but after the recall she’d moved her office to New Athens. Percy guessed that Demigods seemed to need therapy too

“… but this will only work if we can develop a relationship of trust, I can’t help you if you don’t let me help you.”

He took a deep shuddering breath and looked away from his hand, meeting people was an easy task, he could deal with that, but it was different when it came to this woman.

Meeting her eyes wasn’t easy, but he forced himself to do so.

“I don’t even really know where to start,” he admitted, biting his lip gently as his sentence ended.

“Just from the beginning perhaps,” she replied. “The beginning of what?” he replied, perhaps a little too sharply, “My life? Or just specifically falling into Tartarus, or the fact that I’ve been all but a child soldier since I was twelve, gods that is ten years…” he said, more to himself than to her. “Wherever you feel comfortable,” she said quietly, she didn’t seem startled by his revelation or his little outburst.

Falling silent again he sat there and shifted in his seat, that was a problem with his ADHD, sitting still drove him insane. He had never been good at it, maybe that was one of the reason he’d always done so badly in class. He couldn’t sit still. So he stood up, and walked to the window. Staring out into the city of New York he thought about what it would be like to be stood out there, rather than in here. He stared at the cabs and the pedestrians on the streets.

Sighing he ran his fingers over the curtains that were at the edge of the window, even this material felt expensive.

“I guess,” he sighed and tapped his fingers against the glass, leaving little finger marks on it, “I guess the best place to start would be with my childhood…”

There was a sudden binging that interrupted his line of thought, reaching into his pocket he pulled out his phone and stared at it.

“Monster attack, need your help, Annabeth.”

“I’m really sorry,” he said, turning to the therapist, “but I’ve got to go, duty calls.” He said wiggling his phone and grabbing Riptide from his pocket. He turned and strode from the room, his heart thumping in his chest. This therapy thing was hard.

#accepted #percy jackson

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