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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𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 [𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓] ୨⎯ ❝𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬❞ ⎯୧ ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ: ᵃᵇᵘˢⁱⁿ' ᵐᵉ ⁻ ʸᵃⁿᵃᵗʰᵉᵃʳᵗⁱˢᵗ (If you aren't reading the entire chapter, please take a minute to read the author's note. thank you and happy reading 🫶🏾) ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
EVEN AFTER THE PIZZA FIASCO A FEW months back, Menodora Delune still hadn't learned her lesson.
As they had agreed, the following day after Menodora got discharged from the hospital they went to the convenience store to get hair dye.
Naturally, Percy had chosen a blue color, and in response, Menodora had opted for a pink hue so that they could look like cotton candy together. Her words, not his.
Things were going smoothly up until the subway. It was rush hour, which meant the subway would become a human burrito. Percy had fought hard to get him and Menodora seats. Menodora was still fatigued from her surgery, so Percy wanted to make sure she was comfortable.
Being born and raised in New York, Percy's brain had learned to throw all the odd activities in the backdrop of his mind. Even so, the most regular of people caught Percy's attention.
Judging by . . . well, her state of odor, Percy could tell the woman was homeless. Every time her bare feet met the dirty ground, the sound (and smell) of hell escaped between what was left of her rotten teeth.
A soiled zip-up sweater draped her upper body, and her legs were concealed by grubby sweatpants. In one hand, she held seven leashes which were connected to six snow-white chihuahuas. The seventh leash was depressingly sloping across Manhattan's land.
In the other arm was supported a stack of dirty rags, and Percy had no intention of finding out what was hidden in it.
All her sorrow and gloom were collected in the profound eyebags and the deep wrinkles on her face. This woman was the pure manifestation of despair. Naturally, despair always found its way to demigods, Percy and Menodora specifically.
The tiny creatures seemed to store a lot of fury in those tiny intestines. Growls and the occasional bark that came from her dogs seemed to be the homeless woman's shield. No one dared to meet her gaze, and Percy wasn't planning on being the first one.
"Don't make eye contact for the sake of—"
But Menodora had already gotten up from her seat and offered it to the lady. "Please, have my place. I don't need it."
![𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧[𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓]୨⎯ ❝𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬❞ ⎯୧ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ: ᵃᵇᵘˢⁱⁿ' ᵐᵉ ⁻ ʸᵃⁿᵃᵗʰᵉᵃʳᵗⁱˢᵗ(If you aren't reading the entire chapter, please take a minute to read the author's note](https://img.wattpad.com/7cc85a65c42ef54f33dde5e3ef22034c85a78949/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f392d545432544d66416236454e413d3d2d313433383830323735302e3137633639323965303663653161316238363837373639333431362e6a7067?s=fit&w=720&h=720)
