Lightnings Twin (Male OC X Pjo/Hoo)

Me and percy start Freee Free Fallin

We spent two days on the Amtrak train, heading west through hills, over rivers, past amber waves of grain.

We weren't attacked once, but I didn't relax. I felt that we were traveling around in a display case, being watched from above and maybe from below, that something was waiting for the right opportunity. Which technically we were gods always had this weird kink to watch their children suffer.

Percy tried to keep a low profile because apparently his name and picture were splattered over the front pages of several East Coast newspapers. The Trenton Register-News showed a photo taken by a tourist as he got off the Greyhound bus. He had a wild look in my eyes. His sword was a metallic blur in my hands. It might've been a baseball bat or a lacrosse stick.

I was told The picture's caption read:

Twelve-year-old Percy Jackson, wanted for questioning in the Long Island disappearance of his mother two weeks ago, is shown here fleeing from the bus where he accosted several elderly female passengers. The bus exploded on an east New Jersey roadside shortly after Jackson fled the scene. Based on eyewitness accounts, police believe the boy may be traveling with two teenage accomplices. His stepfather, Gabe Ugliano, has offered a cash reward for information leading to his capture.

Annabeth:"Don't worry Mortal police could never find us."

But she didn't sound so sure.

The rest of the day I spent thinking about what happened with Artemis and her proposal. I was rubbing my still gloved hand thinking about it. I don't think I had much of a choice in the matter. That's fine. I still don't know how I'm going to tell the others I can't just tell them I was claimed by a goddess. And it will be a bit complicated telling Grover about it since most stayrs are in love with Artemis.

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. My neck got stiff. I was sleeping on something other then my cloud so of course it would. I was next to Grover.

Grover kept snoring and bleating and waking me up. Once, he shuffled around and his fake foot fell off. Annabeth and percy had to stick it back on before any of the other passengers noticed. I think they thought I was asleep because they started talking.

Annabeth: "So, Who wants your help?"

Percy: "What do you mean?"

Annabeth: "When you were asleep just now, you mumbled, 'I won't help you.' Who were you dreaming about?"

Oh? I probably shouldn't hear this but curiosity killed the cat not the demigod.

He was reluctant to say anything. But finally he told her.about his dream about a creepy voice from a pit

Annabeth was quiet for a long time.

Annabeth: "That doesn't sound like Hades. He always appears on a black throne, and he never laughs."

Percy: "He offered my mother in trade. Who else could do that?"

Annabeth: "I guess ... if he meant, 'Help me rise from the Underworld.' If he wants war with the Olympians. But why ask you to bring him the master bolt if he already has it?"

Grover snorted in his sleep, muttered something about vegetables, and turned his head.

Annabeth readjusted his cap so it covered his horns.

Annabeth: "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-"