A Coast Guard boat picked us up, but they were too busy to keep us for long, or to wonder how four kids in street clothes had gotten out into the middle of the bay. There was a disaster to mop up. Their radios were jammed with distress calls.
They dropped us off at the Santa Monica Pier with towels around our shoulders and water bottles that said I'M A JUNIOR COAST GUARD! and sped off to save more people.
Our clothes were sopping wet, even Percy's. He was also barefoot, because he given his shoes to Grover. Better the Coast Guard wonder why one of us was barefoot than wonder why one of us had hooves.
After reaching dry land, we stumbled down the beach, watching the city burn against a beautiful sunrise. I felt as if I'd just come back from the dead—which I had. For the second time.
Annabeth: "I don't believe it, We went all that way—"
Percy: "It was a trick, A strategy worthy of Athena."
Annabeth: "Hey,"
Percy: "You get it, don't you?"
She dropped her eyes, her anger fading.
Annabeth: "Yeah. I get it."
Grover: "Well, I don't! Would somebody—"
Annabeth: "Percy ...I'm sorry about your mother. I'm so sorry...."
Percy: "The prophecy was right, You shall go west and face the god who has turned.' But it wasn't Hades. Hades didn't want war among the Big Three. Someone else pulled off the theft. Someone stole Zeus's master bolt, and Hades's helm, and framed me because I'm Poseidon's kid. Poseidon will get blamed by both sides. By sundown today, there will be a three-way war. And I'll have caused it."
Grover shook his head, mystified.
Grover: "But who would be that sneaky? Who would want war that bad?"
I stopped in my tracks, looking down the beach.
Kaze: "Gee, let me think."
There he was, waiting for us, in his black leather duster and his sunglasses, an aluminum baseball bat propped on his shoulder. His motorcycle rumbled beside him, its headlight turning the sand red.
Ares: "Hey, kid, You were supposed to die."
Percy: "You tricked me, You stole the helm and the master bolt."
Ares: "Well, now, I didn't steal them personally. Gods taking each other's symbols of power—that's a big no-no. But you're not the only hero in the world who can run errands."
Percy: "Who did you use? Clarisse? She was there at the winter solstice."
Ares: "Doesn't matter. The point is, kid, you're impeding the war effort. See, you've got to die in the Underworld. Then Old Seaweed will be mad at Hades for killing you. Corpse Breath will have Zeus's master bolt, so Zeus'll be mad at him. And Hades is still looking for this ..."
From his pocket he took out a ski cap—the kind bank robbers wear—and placed it between the handlebars of his bike. Immediately, the cap transformed into an elaborate bronze war helmet.
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Lightnings Twin (Male OC X Pjo/Hoo)
FanfictionWhat if Zeus had more then just Thaila when he broke the oath for the first time? What if Thaila had a twin that just so happened to be a trap? (inspiration for this fanfic is TediousBison go give the dude a follow) The only thing I own is my ocs...