《 son of neptune - mark of Athena 》
《 oc x jason grace 》
Chiara was thinking for the first time
in her life that
she could have a normal year
without a
family member dying or someone
wanting h...
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🇨 🇭 🇦 🇵 🇫 🇴 🇺 🇷 🇹 🇪 🇪 🇳༄⁂ “WE’LL NEED SOME OF YOUR FOOD.” Percy shouldered his way around the old man and snatched stuff off the picnic table—a covered bowl of Thai noodles in mac-and-cheese sauce, and a tubular pastry that looked like a combination burrito and cinnamon roll. “Come on, guys.” He said and led them out of the parking lot.
They stopped across the street. Chiara took a deep breath, trying to calm down. The rain had slowed to a halfhearted drizzle. The cold mist felt good on her face.
“That man…” Hazel smacked the side of a bus-stop bench.
"He needs to die. Again.” Chiara said what they were all thinking.
It was hard to tell in the rain, but Hazel seemed to be blinking back tears. Her long curly hair was plastered down the sides of her face. In the gray light, her gold eyes looked more like tin. Chiara threw her arm around her sister's shoulder and gave her a quick peck on the head.
“We’ll get him,” Percy promised and Chiara had never felt more thankful he spoke. She admired him for the way he comforted her, she had never been good with words. “He’s nothing like you, Hazel. I don’t care what he says.”
She shook her head. “You don’t know the whole story. I should have been sent to Punishment. I—I’m just as bad—”
“No, you’re not!” Frank balled his fists. He looked around like he was searching for anybody who might disagree with him -nobody would- enemies he could hit for Hazel’s sake. “She’s a good person!” he yelled across the street. A few harpies squawked in the trees, but no one else paid them any attention.
Hazel stared at Frank. She reached out tentatively, as if she wanted to take his hand but was afraid he might evaporate.
“Frank...” she stammered. “I—I don’t...”
Unfortunately, Frank seemed wrapped up in his own thoughts.
He slung his spear off his back and gripped it uneasily.
“I could intimidate that old man,” he offered, “maybe scare him—”
“Frank, it’s okay,” Percy said. “Let’s keep that as a backup plan, but I don’t think Phineas can be scared into cooperating. Besides, you’ve only got two more uses out of the spear, right?”
Frank scowled at the dragon’s-tooth point, which had grown back completely overnight. “Yeah. I guess.…”
Chiara wasn’t sure what the old seer had meant about Frank’s family history—his great-grandfather destroying camp, his Argonaut ancestor, and the bit about a burned stick controlling Frank’s life. But it had clearly shaken Frank up. She decided not to ask for explanations. She didn’t want the big guy reduced to tears, especially in front of Hazel.
