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Percy's POV
We spent two days on the Amtrak train, heading west through hills, over rivers, past amber waves of grain.
I tried to keep a low profile because my name and picture were splattered over the front pages of several East Coast newspapers. I had a wild look in my eyes, and my sword was a metallic blur in my hands.
"Don't worry," Annabeth told me. "Mortal police could never find us." But she didn't sound so sure.
Our reward money for returning Gladiola the poodle had only been enough to purchase tickets as far as Denver. We couldn't get berths in the sleeper car, so we dozed in our seats.
Grover was snoring and bleating and waking me up. The looks on (Y/N) and Annabeth's faces told me they had the same problem.
"Just what I need. No sleep," (Y/N) mumbled, annoyed.
"So," Annabeth asked me. "Who wants your help?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"When you were asleep just now, you mumbled, 'I won't help you.' Who were you dreaming about?"
(Y/N) looked at me. He must've heard it too.
I was reluctant to say anything. It was the second time I'd dreamed about the evil voice from the pit. But it bothered me so much I finally told them.
They were quiet for a long time. "That doesn't sound like Hades. He always appears on a black throne, and he never laughs," Annabeth said.
"He offered my mother in trade. Who else could do that?"
"Pretty much everyone in the Underworld could've said that. The Titans, Tartarus, Sisyphus..." (Y/N) said.
"Sisyphus?" Annabeth looked at him, confused.
"I'm just saying," he defended.
"So it's not Hades?" I asked.
"Well, he would be the prime suspect, I guess...if he meant, 'Help me rise from the Underworld,' as in wanting war with the Olympians," (Y/N) said.
"But why ask you to bring him the Master Bolt if he already has it?" Annabeth thought.
"That's exactly what I told Percy a few days ago. The Furies were asking him where it was. If Hades already has it, why would they ask Percy?" (Y/N) said.
I shook my head, wishing I knew the answer.
Annabeth looked at me. "Percy, you can't barter with Hades. You know that, right? He's deceitful, heartless, and greedy. I don't care if his Kindly Ones weren't as aggressive this time—"
"This time?" I asked. "You mean you've run into them before?"
Her hand crept up to her necklace. "Let's just say I've got no love for the Lord of the Dead. You can't be tempted to make a deal for your mom."
(Y/N) stretched and told us he was going to try to get some sleep. He turned away from us and closed his eyes.
(Y/N)'s POV
I had the dream again. I heard the two same mysterious voices talking.
"I have been watching Poseidon's son and the going-ons of his quest. Quite entertaining," said the first voice.
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Percy Jackson and the Olympians (Male Reader Insert)
Fanfiction(Y/N) (L/N) has been at Camp Half-Blood all of his life and yet he still has no idea who his godly parent is. However, when a boy appears at camp, (Y/N)'s world is turned upside down. The boy is special and is part of a big prophecy involving the fa...
