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Percy's POV
It was Annabeth's idea.
She loaded us into the back of a Vegas taxi as if we actually had money, and told the driver, "Los Angeles, please."
The cabbie chewed his cigar and sized us up. "That's three hundred miles. For that, you gotta pay up front."
"You accept casino debit cards?" Annabeth asked.
He shrugged. "Some of 'em. Same as credit cards. I gotta swipe 'em through first."
Annabeth handed him her green LotusCash card.
He looked at it skeptically and swiped it, causing his meter machine to start rattling. The lights flashed. Finally an infinity symbol came up next to the dollar sign.
The cigar fell out of the driver's mouth. He looked back at us, his eyes wide. "Where to in Los Angeles, uh, Your Highness?"
I heard (Y/N) snort. Annabeth said, "The Santa Monica Pier."
She sat up a little straighter. I could tell she liked the "Your Highness" thing. "Get us there fast, and you can keep the change."
Maybe she shouldn't have told him that. The cab's speedometer never dipped below ninety-five the whole way through the Mojave Desert.
On the road, we had plenty of time to talk. I told Annabeth, (Y/N), and Grover about my latest dream, but the details got sketchier the more I tried to remember them. The Lotus Casino seemed to have short-circuited my memory. I couldn't recall what the invisible servant's voice had sounded like, though I was sure it was somebody I knew. The servant had called the monster in the pit something other than "my lord"... some special name or title...
"The Silent One?" Annabeth suggested. "The Rich One? Both of those are nicknames for Hades."
"Maybe..." I said, though neither sounded quite right.
"That throne room sounds like Hades's," Grover said. "That's the way it's usually described."
I shook my head. "Something's wrong. The throne room wasn't the main part of the dream. And that voice from the pit... I don't know. It just didn't feel like a god's voice."
Annabeth's eyes widened.
"You mean, like a Titan?" (Y/N) asked.
Grover and Annabeth both shot him worried looks.
(Y/N) raised his hands, defensively. "I'm just saying."
I thought about it. Unfortunately, I didn't know what a Titan sounded like so I had no idea.
"No, it has to be Hades," Annabeth said, shaking her head. "Maybe he sent this thief, this invisible person, to get the Master Bolt, and something went wrong."
"Like what?" I asked.
"I-I don't know," she said. "But if he stole Zeus's symbol of power from Olympus, and the gods were hunting him, I mean, a lot of things could go wrong. So this thief had to hide the bolt, or he lost it somehow. Anyway, he failed to bring it to Hades. That's what the voice said in your dream, right? The guy failed. That would explain what the Furies were searching for when they came after us on the bus. Maybe they thought we had retrieved the bolt."
I wasn't sure what was wrong with her. She looked pale.
"If Percy already had the Master Bolt, why would he be traveling to the Underworld then?" (Y/N) wondered.
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Percy Jackson and the Olympians (Male Reader Insert)
Fanfic(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...
