Maisie Kline didn't want to be a half-blood...but she is.
So you might as well read her story.
percy jackson x femoc 🩵
tlt: ✅
tsom: ✅
ttc: ✅
tbol: ✅
tlo:...
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So the way Tantalus saw it, was that the Stymphalian birds had simply been minding their own business in the woods, and would not have attacked if Annabeth, Tyson, Percy, and Maisie hadn't disturbed them with their awful chariot driving.
It was so completely unfair that Percy told Tantalus to go chase a doughnut, which definitely didn't help his mood.
Then, Maisie dramatically ate a pastry in front of the guy's face, letting him know just how delicious it was.
That certainly pissed him off even more.
He sentenced the four to kitchen patrol—scrubbing pots and platters all afternoon in the underground kitchen with the cleaning harpies. Dish duty didn't seem too bad, until Percy found out that the harpies washed with lava instead of water.
The only good thing about their punishment was that it gave the demigods lots of time to talk. After listening to Maisie—who had a new Spider-Man band-aid adorned on her cheek—and Percy, explain the dream about Grover again, Annabeth looked like she was starting to believe them.
"If he's really found it," she murmured, "and if we could retrieve it—"
"Hold on," Percy said. "You act like this...whatever-it-is Grover found, is the only thing in the world that could save the camp. What is it?"
"I'll give you a hint," Annabeth said.
"Ugh. Can't you just tell us?" Percy whined.
The daughter of Athena ignored him. "What do you get when you skin a ram?"
"Messy?" Percy guessed.
"A chilly ram!" Maisie said.
Annabeth sighed, disappointed. "A fleece. The coat of a ram is called a fleece. And if that ram happens to have golden wool—"
"The Golden Fleece. Are you serious?" Percy said, unconvinced.
Annabeth scrapped a plateful of death-bird bones into the lava. "Remember the Gray Sisters? They said they knew the location of the thing you seek. And they mentioned Jason. Three thousand years ago, they told him how to find the Golden Fleece. You do know the story of Jason and the Argonauts?"
"Is that a band?" Maisie asked.
"No. It's that old movie with the clay skeletons," Percy said confidently.
"...You mean The Nightmare Before Christmas?" Maisie was totally lost now.
"No. That's a different one—"
"Oh my gods. Utrumque tam desperatum es!" Annabeth yelled in Latin.
Which translated to...You both are so hopeless!
Maisie gasped loudly.
"WHAT!?" Percy jolted, thinking something was wrong. He held up his lava-gun and pointed it in various directions, searching for the danger.
