Fearless¹ Percy Jackson

-𝕱𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓

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[A/N; here's your chapter as promised ;)]

If there was one thing Lyra hated other than being a demigod, was water itself. Her clothes stuck to her back, and her hair was dripping, her sneakers making sounds everywhere she stepped. In short she looked like she'd failed drowning.

"I swear, if I ever run into Hephaestus I am so giving him a piece of my mind! Look at me, I look like a drowned rat, Di immortales what if mother saw me there on Olympus ugh this is so-"

"Lyric, we get it you're upset" Grover groaned.

"Not upset, raging" she huffed as they made their way back to the parking lot where the war god was waiting for them looking rather amused.

"Well, well," he said. "You didn't get yourself killed."

"You knew it was a trap," Percy accused.

Ares gave him  a wicked grin. "Bet that crippled blacksmith was surprised when he netted a couple of stupid kids. You looked good on TV."

Percy shoved his shield at him. "You're a jerk."

Annabeth and Grover caught their breath.

Lyra was giving him signs to drop it but the raven head ignored her.

Ares grabbed the shield and spun it in the air it changed form, melting into a bulletproof vest. He slung it across his back.

"See that truck over there?" He pointed to an eighteen-wheeler parked across the street from the diner. "That's your ride. Take you straight to L.A., with one stop in Vegas."

Lyra squinted her eyes trying to read it, once again she wished she was anything but dyslexic the words floated around, but she could make out what it was

KINDNESS INTERNATIONAL: HUMANE ZOO

Percy said, "You're Joking."

Ares snapped his fingers. The back door of the truck unlatched. "Free ride west, punk. Stop complaining. And here's a little something for doing the job."

He slung a blue nylon backpack off his handlebars and tossed it to Percy.

Inside were fresh clothes for all of us, twenty bucks in cash, a pouch full of golden drachmas, and a bag of Double Stuf Oreos.

Percy rolled his eyes, "I don't want your lousy—"

"Thank you, Lord Ares," Grover interrupted, giving Percy his best red-alert warning look. "Thanks a lot."

Due to her ability to feel emotions, she could feel waves of anger from Percy, before deciding against it she reached out to hold his hand, he looked at her and squeezed her hand tight, calming himself.

"You owe me one more thing," Percy told Ares. "You promised me information about my mother."

"You sure you can handle the news?" He kick-started his motorcycle. "She's not dead."

The ground seemed to spin beneath him. "What do you mean?"

"I mean she was taken away from the Minotaur before she could die. She was turned into a shower of gold, right? That's metamorphosis. Not death. She's being kept."