Percy Jackson x Male Reader The Lightning Thief

I Ruin A Perfectly Good Bus

Y/n's POV

It didn't take me long to pack. A change of clothes and a toothbrush being the only thing in my bag. The camp store even loaned me one hundred dollars in mortal money and twenty golden drachmas. The coins were as big as Girl Scout cookies and had images of various Greek gods stamped on one side and the Empire State Building on the other. The ancient mortal drachmas had been silver, Chiron told us, but Olympians never used less than pure gold. Chiron said the coins might come in handy for non-mortal transactions-whatever that meant. He gave Annabeth, me, and Percy each a canteen of nectar and a Ziploc bag full of ambrosia squares, to be used only in emergencies, if we were seriously hurt. It was god food, Chiron reminded us. It would cure us of almost any injury, but it was lethal to mortals. Too much of it would make a half-blood very, feverish. An overdose would burn us up, literally.

Annabeth was bringing her magic Yankees cap, which she told us had been a twelfth birthday present from her mom. She carried a book on famous architecture written in Ancient Greek, to read when she got bored, and a long bronze knife, hidden in her shirt sleeve. She told me that I probably should hide my dirk, or we might get into trouble. But I merely smiled as I spoke a line of ancient Greek. I didn't know what it meant exactly but when I spoke the sheath and dirk around my belt turned invisible. 

"You're not the only one with magical items." I said to her.

Grover wore his fake feet and his pants to pass as human. He wore a green rasta-style cap, because when it rained his curly hair flattened and you could just see the tips of his honrs. His bright orange backpack was full of scrap metal and apples to snack on. In his pocket was a set of reed pipes his daddy goat had carved for him even though he only knew two songs: Mozart's Piano Concerto no. 12 and Hilary Duff's "So Yesterday," both of which sounded pretty bad on reed pipes.

We waved good-bye to the other campers, took one last look at the strawberry fields, the ocean, and the Big House, then hiked up Half-Blood Hill to the tall pine tree that used to be Thalia, daughter of Zeus.

Chiron was waiting for us in his wheelchair. With a surfer dude looking guy standing next to him. According to Grover the guy was the camp's head of security. He supposedly had eyes all over his body so he could never be surprised. Today, though, he was wearing a chauffeur's uniform, so I could only see extra peepers on his hands, face and neck.

"This is Argus," Chiron told me. "He will drive you into the city, and, er, well, keep an eye on things."

I stifled a laugh at the centaur's dad joke as we heard footsteps from behind us.

Luke came running up the hill, carrying a pair of basketball shoes.

"Hey!" he panted. "Glad I caught you."

Annabeth blushed, the way she always did when Luke was around.

"Just wanted to say good luck,"" Luke told Percy. "And I thought . . . um, maybe you could use these."

He handed him the sneakers, which looked pretty normal.

Luke smiled, "Mala!"

White birds wings sprouted out of the heels, startling Percy so much, he almost dropped them. The shoes flapped around on the ground until the wings folded up and disappeared.

"Awesome!" Grover said.

Luke smiled. "Those served me well when I was on my quest. Gift from Dad. Of course, I don't use them much these days. . . ." his expression turned sad.

"Hey man," Percy said. "Thanks."

"Listen, Percy . . ." Luke looked uncomfortable. "A lot of hopes are riding on you. So just . . . kill some monsters for me, okay?"