IN WHICH a daughter of Asteria falls for a son of Nemesis.
Or
IN WHICH a daughter of Asteria can't seem pick a side.
Book I of 'Written In The Stars' [Wits] Series
Percy Jackson - Pre Heroes of Olympus
Ethan Nakamura x Fem!OC
Wits - plural n. mental...
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THE FURIES ARE DEAD(MOSTLY) BUT HADES STILL WANTS JACKSONS SOUL
"Hey!" the driver yelled. "Hey-whoa!"
The bus slammed against the side of the tunnel, grinding metal, and throwing sparks a mile behind us.
We careened out of the Lincoln Tunnel and back into the rainstorm, people and monsters tossed around the bus, cars plowed aside like bowling pins.
Somehow the driver found an exit. We shot off the highway, through half a dozen traffic lights, and ended up barreling down one of those New Jersey rural roads where you can't believe there's so much nothing right across the river from New York. There were woods to our left, the Hudson River to our right, and the driver seemed to be veering toward the river.
Something hit the emergency brakes. The bus wailed, spun a full circle on the wet asphalt, and crashed into the trees. The emergency lights came on. The door flew open. The bus driver was the first one out, the passengers yelling as they stampeded after him.
The Furies regained their balance. They lashed their whips at us while Annabthe waved her knife and yelled in Ancient Greek, telling them to back off. Grover threw tin cans. I shot an arrow.
"Hey!" I looked around and saw Percy took the hat off.
The Furies turned, baring their yellow fangs at Percy. Alecto stalked up the aisle. She ignored me, pushing me aside into the seats.
Every time she flicked her whip, red flames danced along the barbed leather.
Her two ugly sisters hopped on top of the seats on either side of her and crawled toward Percy like huge nasty lizards.
"Perseus Jackson," Alecto said, in an accent that was definitely from somewhere farther south than Georgia. "You have offended the gods. You shall die."
"I liked you better as a math teacher," He told her. She growled.
Annabeth, Grover, and I moved up behind the Furies cautiously, looking for an opening.
Percu took a ballpoint pen out of his pocket and uncapped it. It turned into a shimmering double-edged sword.
The Furies hesitated.
"Submit now," she hissed. "And you will not suffer eternal torment."
"Nice try," He told her.
"Percy, look out!" Annabeth cried.
Alecto lashed her whip around his sword hand while the Furies on the either side lunged at him.
