"Random question, whose your mortal enemy?" Wilbur asked.
"What?" Percy looked at him, confused.
"Your mortal enemy. Someone who tries to kill you, or you try to kill them, or you just have a lot of disagreements."
"Why do you want to know?"
"Just curious."
"Kronos." Percy said the name quietly. Names were dangerous.
"The titan?" Wilbur asked.
"Yeah. Whose you mortal enemy?"
"I don't know." Wilbur said. "A lot of people want me dead."
Percy looked at him.
"Grian." Wilbur muttered under his breath.
"Why do people want you dead?"
"It's a long story."
"What's going on with you and Tommy?" Percy asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Aren't you two brothers?"
"Yes, why?"
"I figure you would be closer."
Wilbur laughed. "I blew up that bridge a long time ago."
Percy just stared. What does he mean 'blew up'?
"Speaking of Tommy, where is he?" Wilbur asked.
"He might be back at the RV." Percy said.
"Maybe." Wilbur said.
"I'll go check." Percy said.
He left the gas station. Not seeing Tommy in the parking lot, he walked over to the RV.
He opened the door. "Tommy?" he called.
No answer.
Percy walked inside the RV. Tommy wasn't there.
Percy walked back outside. He looked around the parking lot again. Something caught his eye.
He walked closer. He cursed in ancient Greek.
Tommy's transparent red and white headset was laying on the ground. Blood was scattered around.
Percy leaned over to pick up the headset.
He went back inside the gas station.
Wilbur was checking out at the cash register. He walked over to Percy when he finished.
"Did you find him?"
Percy held up the headset.
Wilbur's eyes widened. "Where did you get that?"
"It was laying on the ground in the parking lot. Next to blood."
"Fuck."
"What happened?" Annabeth asked, walking over to them with Quackity and Clarisse.
"Something happened to Tommy." Percy said.
"What do you mean, 'something happened'?" Quackity demanded.
"I mean he's gone. This was all that was left."
"Did he..." Quackity trailed off, looking at Wilbur.
Wilbur shook his head. "I didn't check."
Quackity lifted his arm. A light blue, transparent square appeared over his forearm.
"No death messages." Quackity exhaled.
"What?" Percy said.
"Nothing." Quackity said. The blue square disappeared. "He's not dead."
"I'm calling him." Wilbur pulled out his phone, then put it back after a minute. "He didn't answer."
"He'll show up eventually." Clarisse said dismissively. "I say we move on. He can meet us at Long Island. He knows where we're going."
"Not happening." Quackity said.
"Actually, she might be right." Wilbur said hesitantly. "Tommy can take care of himself."
"We can't just leave him!" Annabeth protested.
"He survived living alone in exile at fifteen. He'll be fine, wherever he is."
"Then it's decided." Clarisse said. "Let's go." She left the gas station and walked back to the RV.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Percy asked Wilbur.
"He'll be fine."
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Prophecies and Lies
FanfictionPercy, Annabeth, and Leo are sent on a quest in which they meet people from a strange place with strange abilities. They see that there are more gods than they were taught. What will happen when these two worlds collide? Percy Jackson/Dream SMP cros...
