in which maya jackson goes on a mission to find her brother but ends up discovering something else.
book one
j.g. & maya
kinda a slowburn
lightning never strikes twice (rewrite)
slow updates
lowercase intended
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CHAPTER FIVE ❛ you look like you're plotting a murder ❜
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❝ maya! get your pretty ass out of bed ❞ annabeth screeched, throwing clothes on her bed.
maya's head popped out of her covers. "everyone else is awake and getting ready."
maya swatted her hair with a brush, trying to tame her messy curls. "im practically ready."
"you call a large t-shirt and booty shorts, quest ready?"
"fine. i'll go change and freshen up. but all of my shit is already packed," she said, leaving to the bathroom.
annabeth quickly grabbed her bag, stuffing more bandages, ambrosia, hair ties and a change of clothes. hearing all her shuffling, maya yelled," beth! if you stuff my backpack with heavy shit, i'll hurt you."
maya has quickly gotten dressed, throwing on a hoodie and a pair of jeans matched with combat boots. a few minutes later, annabeth and maya prepared went outside only to be faced with leo sitting atop a giant bronze death machine and grinning like a lunatic. the dragon itself was surrounded by the confused mixture of pajamas and armor.
somehow leo had tamed the dragon that had been wrecking havoc around the campus. annabeth and maya pushed their way to the front, greeting piper. "its beautiful," she muttered. the bestfriends exchanged skeptical looks. maya had a very different definition of beautiful.
the dragon reared its head and shot a column of fire into the sky. campers scrambled away and hefted their weapons, but leo slid calmly off the dragon's back. he held up his hands like he was surrendering, except he still had that crazy grin on his face.
"people of earth, i come in peace!" he shouted. ever dramatic. he looked like he'd been rolling around in the campfire. his army coat and his face were smeared with soot. his hands were grease- stained, and he wore a new tool belt around his waist. his eyes were bloodshot. his curly hair was so oily it stuck up in porcupine quills, and he smelled strangely of tabasco sauce. but he looked absolutely delighted. "festus is just saying hello!"
"that thing is dangerous!" an ares girl shouted, brandishing her spear. "kill it now!"
"stand down!" someone ordered.
to maya's surprise, it was jason, who pushed through the crowd, flanked by nyssa, whose face was light with shock.
jason gazed up at the dragon and shook his head in amazement. "leo, what have you done?"
