Fearless¹ Percy Jackson

-𝕰𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

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"𝓘 𝓫𝓮𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓸𝓷 𝓘 𝓼𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂"

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They found some old plastic grocery bags behind the snack counter and double-wrapped Medusa's head. 

Finally Percy said, "So we have your beloved mother, Athena to thank for this monster?"

Annabeth flashed him an irritated look, it was the tenth she'd given him that day which must have set a record. "Your dad, actually, kelp for brains. Don't you remember? Medusa was Poseidon's girlfriend. They decided to meet in my mother's temple. That's why Athena turned her into a monster. Medusa and her two sisters who had helped her get into the temple, they became the three gorgons. That's why Medusa wanted to slice me up, but she wanted to preserve you as a nice statue. She's still sweet on your dad. You probably reminded her of him."

 "Oh, so you're saying it's my fault we met Medusa."

Annabeth straightened. In a bad imitation of his voice, she said: "'It's just a photo, Annabeth. What's the harm?'"

"Forget it," Percy said. "You're impossible."

"You're Intolerable."

"You're unbearable"

"You're unendurable"

"You're—"

"Hey!" Lyra had woken up, "If I'm gonna pass can't I wake up to peace?"

"You two are giving me a migraine, and satyrs don't even get migraines. What are we going to do with the head?"

Percy got up. "I'll be back."

"Percy," Annabeth called after me. "What are you—"

Lyra sighed, "Irresponsible, seaweed brain"

Percy soon came back to the picnic table, packed up Medusa's head, and filled out a delivery slip straight to Olympus.

"They're not going to like that," Grover warned. "They'll think you're impertinent."

"I am impertinent," Percy said.

Lyra couldn't stop herself from laughing, she dug in her purse brought out a sparkly red pen and signed:

—ᴸᵒᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ˡᵒᵛᵉ, ᴸʸʳⁱᶜ ᴰᵉᵛᵒⁿⁿᵉ♥

Percy's lips turned upward as the package disappeared.

 "Come on," Annabeth muttered. "We need a new plan, that doesn't involve disrespecting the gods."

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Lyric stared at the statues, feeling compelled she approached them. Each and every one told its own story, a little girl had just found a butterfly and took time to admire it, a soon to be engaged couple judging by the engagement ring, a satyr hoping to be the one to find the great god Pan, none of them knew what was coming making it look so innocent.

"Lyra, let's go" Annabeth urged.

"Wait"

She put her hand on Grover's uncle's forehead. A trapped soul, reluctantly she followed Annabeth.

"Percy" Lyra whispered, Percy hummed an answer.

"When you found out you were a son of Poseidon, did you feel any different?"