𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯; Loralai Fotia, an undetermined demigod with a cursed mother learns to tolerate Percy Jackson.
fotia, Φωτιά - fire
ⓒ eustelia, rick riordan
percy jackson x female oc
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A COAST GUARD boat picked them up, but they were too busy to keep them for long, or to wonder how four kids in street clothes had got out into the middle of the bay. There was a disaster to mop up. Their radios were jammed with distress calls.
They dropped them off at Santa Monica pier with towels around their shoulders and water bottles that said 'I'M A JUNIOR COAST GUARD!' and sped off to save more people.
Their clothes were sopping wet, even Percy's. When Loralai questioned it, after their saviors left, he said that he had willed himself to get wet. Percy was also barefoot, because he had given his shoes to Grover. Better the Coast Guard wonder why one of them were barefoot than why one of them had hooves.
After reaching dry land, they stumbled down the beach, watching the city burn against a beautiful sunrise. If Loralai was a poet, she'd find that pretty reflective as a metaphor for her own life.
The others were grumbling that they felt as though they had just come back from the dead– which they had. Loralai was peachy, ready to scold whatever god had tricked them.
"I don't believe it," Annabeth said. "We went all that way."
"It was a trick," Loralai interrupted. Percy mumbled, "A strategy worthy of Athena."
"Hey," Annabeth warned. Percy looked between the girls. "You guys get it, don't you?"
The blonde dropped her eyes, her anger fading. "Yeah. I get it." Percy glanced back at Loralai, who was staring at his backpack. "We'll get him back, Percy," she promised quietly.
"Well, I don't understand!" Grover complained. "Would somebody–"
"I'm really sorry about your mom, Percy... If I had known he would do something like that– I'm just... I'm so sorry..." Loralai muttered. Even though she hadn't had a great relationship with her mom, she could tell how much Percy loved him.
The boy pretended not to hear her. If he talked about his mother, he was sure he'd start crying like a little kid.
"The prophecy was right," Percy said, after a moment of only the beach waves and faint sirens flooding their ears.
He quoted, "'You shall go west and face the god who has turned.' But it wasn't Hades. Hades didn't want war between the Big Three. Someone else pulled off the theft. Someone stole Zeus' master bolt, and Hades' helmet, and framed me because I'm Poseidon's kid. Poseidon will get blamed by both sides. By sundown today, there will be a three-way war. And I'll have caused it."
Grover shook his head, mystified. "But who would be that sneaky? Who would want a war that bad?" Percy stopped in his tracks, holding up Loralai who was behind him. She rolled her eyes, he did this often, in the hallways at Yancy, and earlier when they were confronted by a bunch of rich brats. You could say it's become a pet peeve of hers.
