If you would've told Percy Jackson a year ago he wasn't the only prophecized demigod with the weight of the world on his shoulders, he would've been elated.
Yet now, it was his only and dearest wish.
When Percy Jackson, (in)famous Son of Poseidon...
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NO ONE TOLD PERCY that one of the demigods that they were sent to recruit had the capacity to fight. A poisonous, spike-throwing monster, nonetheless.
How he got in the situation? Well, Percy's arrogance had gotten himself and the three recruits in deep trouble.
Thalia had strictly told Annabeth, him and Grover to stick together. So, of course Percy went the other way, following the trail Bianca di Angelo, Nico di Angelo and Menodora Delune left behind.
If Thalia could see them being escorted by Dr. Thorn, the vice principal, she would've hit him with a big, fat told you!
Percy couldn't attack the vice principal, he was too fast. Percy even considered activating his shield and go full defensive mode, but he had three other kids to protect. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't protect all four of them.
So, he closed his eyes and focused on his feelings of fear and anxiety. Weird alternative, but Percy prayed to Poseidon and whatever god was willing to listen, that this would work.
"Jackson!" Dr. Thorn yelled out. "What are you doing?"
He opened his eyes and kept moving forward. "It's my shoulder," he lied, trying to sound miserable, which was easier than expected. "It burns."
Dr. Thorn scowled at Percy. "Bah! My poison causes pain. It won't kill you. Walk!"
The monster herded them outside, and Percy tried to concentrate. Grover! Percy thought. I'm being kidnapped with the demigods! Hey, Grover? You there?
No answer. Percy internally cursed. He wasn't even sure if the empathy link worked when awake.
Thorn led them into the woods, making Percy feel more agitated than he already was. They took a snowy path with old-fashioned lanterns that dimly lit their way.
A owl hooted, noticeably loud. There had been other animal making sounds, but this owl seemed more conscious and alerting than anything.
"Come on, Meno," a squeaky voice sounded from behind Percy.
Nico was tugging at Menodora's jacket, trying to gain her attention. But she was watching the owl as it hooted. As the owl stopped screeching, Menodora patted Nico's head and started walking again.
Percy had no idea what was going on. The owl didn't fly away; it kept staring at Menodora like a hawk.
"Stay behind me, don't do anything stupid," Menodora whispered in Percy's ear. It took him an entire minute to register what she had said.
