Fearless¹ Percy Jackson

-𝕾𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓

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"𝓣𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓷𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓭𝓮𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰"

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"Ice cream soda, cherry on the top, who's your boyfriend I forgot? A, B, C, D, E-" Lyra yelled when he stopped jumping almost tripping her.

"Ezra why did you stop?" she whined, wiping imaginary dust of her shirt.

"Because you got to E duh" he rolled his eyes, "it's obvious that I'm your boy friend"

Lyra blushed, "that wasn't what I meant, that's not how the song goes"

"I'm pretty sure that's how it is, would you look that an Ice cream truck. Race you "

Ezra smirked and began running towards the ice-cream man, Lyra groaned "you cheated that's not fair!"

"All's fair in Ice cream, Rickie"

"Stop calling me Rickie!" she huffed though deep down she knew she enjoyed it.

"One Rocky road ice cream please" Ezra turned to Lyric, "which one do you want?"

"I don't know I just can't choose between strawberry, chocolate and vanilla"

"Why not have all" The ice cream man suggested, "Neapolitan ice-cream. Strawberry, Chocolate and Vanilla all in one"

Lyric gasped, "omg yes please"

He handed her the ice-cream, they paid and sat on a near by park bench.

Ezra inspected the ice-cream and shrugged, "looks the same"

Lyric gasped, "you take that back this is heaven in a cone" she licked a stripe.

"And you wonder why people call you weird"

Ezra got up and began running before Lyra could catch up to him. It  was such a peaceful moment, Lyra even considered telling him about her mother and who she was but decided against it, she wouldn't want to scare him off. She'd escaped from the camp while Argus wasn't looking and knew it wont be long before they found her. A woman wearing big cat-eye sunshades stared at the two feeling solemn. This was only the calm before the storm.

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Trying to ignore Annabeth and Percy argue was pretty complicated when you've been hauled on a crazy quest to find a man child's stupid piece of electricity, but Lyra did her best

So there they were, Annabeth, Percy, Lyra and Grover, walking through the woods along the New Jersey riverbank, the glow of New York City making the night sky yellow behind them, and the smell of the Hudson reeking in our noses.

Grover was shivering and braying, his big goat eyes turned slit-pupiled and full of terror. "Three Kindly Ones. All three at once."

Lyra hugged her arms over her chest, her purse had been brought back to her by two white doves which she instantly knew was Aphrodite's doing but her clothes weren't in there. She tried seeing the bright side of their situation, they may have lost their items but they where alive.