·˚ ༘₊·➳ 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐋
༊*·˚ {𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐎𝐍}
❝𝑳𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒈𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒂.❞
Guided by prophecies and driven by the fate of the world, the daughter of the sun and the son of the sea uncover the...
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A COAST GUARD BOAT PICK THEM UP, but they were too busy to keep them for long or to wonder how four kids in street clothes had got out into the middle of the bay. There was a disaster to mop up. Their radios were jammed with distress calls.
They dropped the quartet off at the Santa Monica pier with towels around their shoulders and water bottles that said I'M A JUNIOR COAST GUARD! and sped off to save more people.
Their clothes were sopping wet, even Percy's. When the Coast Guard boat had appeared, he'd silently prayed they wouldn't pick him out of the water and find him perfectly dry, which might've raised some eyebrows. So Percy willed himself to get soaked. Sure enough, his usual waterproof magic had abandoned him.
The raven-haired demigod was also barefoot because he'd given his shoes to Grover. Better the Coast Guard wonder why one of them were barefoot than wonder why one of them had hooves.
After reaching dry land, the quartet stumbled down the beach, watching the city burn against a beautiful sunrise. They felt as if they'd just come back from the dead – which they had.
Percy's backpack was heavy with Zeus' Master Bolt. His heart was even heavier from seeing his mother.
"I don't believe it," Annabeth said. "We went all that way –"
"It was a trick," Percy said. "A strategy worthy of Athena."
"Hey," she warned.
"Annie, you get it, don't you?" Aurora asked.
The blonde dropped her eyes, her anger fading. "Yeah. I get it."
"Well, I don't!" Grover complained. "Would somebody –"
"Percy..." Annabeth said. "I'm sorry about your mother. I'm so sorry...."
Percy pretended not to hear her. If he talked about his mother, he was going to start crying like a little kid.
"The prophecy was right," Percy said. "'You shall go west and face the god who has turned.' But it wasn't Hades. Hades didn't want war between the 'Big Three'. Someone else pulled off the theft. Someone stole Zeus' Master Bolt, and Hades' helmet, and framed me because I'm Poseidon's kid. Poseidon will get blamed by both sides. By sundown today, there will be a three-way war. And I'll have caused it."
Grover shook his head, mystified. "But who would be that sneaky? Who would want war that bad?"
"Ares," Aurora answered. "Like I told Percy earlier, Ares gave him that backpack."
As she said that they stopped in their tracks, looking down the beach.
"Gee, would you look at that, it's the god of war," Percy said.
