Percy Jackson x Male Reader The Titans Curse

Green Day Could've Saved Us.

Y/n's POV

As I stepped past the invisible boundary of Camp Half-Blood, a wave of unease washed over me. It was like walking from a warm, comforting embrace into the unknown darkness of the night. The camp's protective aura faded away, and the natural world around me felt less vibrant and alive.

Cold winds brushed my skin as I felt a new aura overtake me. It was that uneasy feeling of fear, that undescribable feeling of being watched. Like there were a pair of eyes on you that you could never quite see.

But most of all as I took that first step out I felt weak and fatigued. That power, that connection to nature was more muted without the Fleece. And it was more than that, I felt like I could hardly stand or support myself on my own legs. Everything hurt and every step forward I got more and more agonized. And in a moment I was on my knees in the grass gripping my head as pain thrashed inside of my brain.

I could hardly think straight but I was aware enough to start reaching for the canteen of nectar in my pocket. But as I moved my hand I felt my limb starting to shake uncontrollably. My vision began to blur, my body began to shut down, and then there was only darkness.

Percy's POV

The Friday before winter break, my mom packed me an overnight bag and a few deadly weapons and took me to a new boarding school. We picked up my friends Annabeth and Thalia on the way.

It was an eight-hour drive from New York to Bar Harbor, Maine. Sleet and snow pounded the highway. Annabeth, Thalia, and I hadn't seen each other in months, but between the blizzard and the thought of what we were about to do, we were too nervous to talk much. Except for my mom. She talks more when she's nervous. By the time we finally got to Westover Hall, it was getting dark, and she'd told Annabeth and Thalia every embarrassing baby story there was to tell about me.

Thalia wiped the fog off the car window and peered outside. "Oh, yeah. This'll be fun."

Westover Hall looked like an evil knight's castle. It was all black stone, with towers and slit windows and a big set of wooden double doors. It stood on a snowy cliff overlooking this big frosty forest on one side and the gray churning ocean on the other.

"Are you sure you don't want me to wait?" my mother asked.

"No, thanks, Mom," I said. "I don't know how long it will take. We'll be okay."

"But how will you get back? I'm worried, Percy."

I hoped I wasn't blushing. It was bad enough I had to depend on my mom to drive me to my battles.

"It's okay, Ms. Jackson." Annabeth smiled reassuringly. Her blond hair was tucked into a ski cap and her gray eyes were the same color as the ocean. "We'll keep him out of trouble."

My mom seemed to relax a little. She thinks Annabeth is the most levelheaded demigod ever to hit eighth grade. She's sure Annabeth often keeps me from getting killed. She's right, but that doesn't mean I have to like it.

"All right, dears," my mom said. "Do you have everything you need?"

"Yes, Ms. Jackson," Thalia said. "Thanks for the ride."

"Extra sweaters? You have my cell phone number?"

"Mom—"

"Your ambrosia and nectar, Percy? And a golden drachma in case you need to contact camp?"

"Mom, seriously! We'll be fine. Come on, guys."

She looked a little hurt, and I was sorry about that, but I was ready to be out of that car. If my mom told one more story about how cute I looked in the bathtub when I was three years old, I was going to burrow into the snow and freeze myself to death.