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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As Maisie finally started to stir awake, she could hear the gentle sound of waves lapping against the side of their rowboat. Percy was looking down at her with concern.
After Percy had woken up, he sat up, scooted closer to the girl and lifted her head so it rested on his knee instead of the boat's wooden bench.
"What happened?" Maisie asked, squinting from the sun.
"The ship exploded," Percy said.
"Got it."
Percy moved his head slightly to block the sun from her eyes. "We went flying from the boat," he told her. "And hit the water after Annabeth opened the thermos a little too wide."
It all came flooding back to her. Clarisse, the dead confederates, Annabeth telling her to get in the lifeboat but she took off to go save—
"Tyson isn't here...is he." She didn't phrase it as a question. One head turn and she could see that the Tyson was indeed missing from the boat. Maisie never even made it to him.
"He might have survived," Annabeth said halfheartedly. "I mean, fire can't kill him."
Maisie tried nodding, but she had seen the explosion rip through solid iron. And if Tyson had been in the boiler room...well...the logistics of him surviving were slim to none.
She kept tears at bay and asked about Clarisse as well. Neither one of them answered, which told Maisie that they assumed the daughter of Ares to be gone too.
"Can you sit up?" Percy asked her.
"Oh," Maisie said, beginning to sit up, figuring Percy wanted the leg that she was using as a pillow freed. "Sorry."
"No, it's not that," Percy assured. "Are you able to sit up. Like, is anything broken? We weren't sure."
Maisie rose up from her laying position fully, testing out all her limbs. "No," she said, "Nothing's broken I don't think." She was terribly stiff and sore, but no major injuries.
She did however notice the streaks of dried blood that ran down her arm. She followed the trail up to her cut shoulder, that was now wrapped in a strip of gray sailor uniform fabric.
Now that she was awake, Annabeth handed her a small square of ambrosia to help heal her wound. "I was only able to salvage a few things from the wreckage," Annabeth explained. She showed Percy and Maisie that she had saved Percy's knapsack that Scylla had ripped in half. Most of the stuff had floated away, but oddly enough, the one thing that remained was Hermes Monster Multi Vitamins. Annabeth also grabbed a bottle of Dr. Pepper. And of course, Percy still had Riptide. The ballpoint pen always reappeared in his pocket.
They sailed for hours. Now that they were in the Sea of Monsters, the water glittered a more brilliant green, like Hydra acid. The wind smelled fresh and salty, but it carried a strange metallic scent, too—as if a thunderstorm were coming. Or something even more dangerous.
