𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 | "Stop saying 'what could go wrong?' because then everything just goes wrong!"
In which Amara Bishop sneaks on a quest to save the world with none other than the son of Poseidon: Percy Jackson.
Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Percy Jacks...
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chapter three SON OF THE GOD OF TOILETS
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They'd only made it a few steps away from the cabin before Annabeth spoke.
"Jackson, you have to do better than that."
"What?"
Annabeth rolled her eyes and grumbled under her breath, "I can't believe I thought you were the one."
Amara stood in between the two. "Annie, that's not fair. Percy, you just need to—"
"What's your problem?" Percy yelled, anger taking over. "All I know is, I kill some bull guy—"
"Don't talk like that!" Annabeth interrupted him. "You know how many kids at this camp wish they'd had your chance?"
"Hold on," Amara said, trying to separate the two.
"To get killed?"
"To fight the Minotaur!"
"Okay!" Amara screamed. "Stop yelling at each other or I'm leaving."
She didn't necessarily have an issue with them yelling at each other, she just hated that she couldn't seem to get a word in. At least now they could all be upset together.
Annabeth just crossed her arms. Amara pushed her fingers through her hair by her temples, covering her eyes with her palms before dragging her hands down her face. Percy stood there like a kid who'd just been scolded, arms hanging awkwardly by his side as he looked around.
Amara broke the silence.
"Look, most of us are here because at some point we were attacked by something. We didn't all have to opportunity to kill our monsters so killing the Minotaur is like a dream come true to some of us," Amara explained. "That's why it's important that you make a good impression, Percy. Everyone's already got these high expectations of you because you killed the Minotaur."
Percy shook his head. "If what I fought was the Minotaur, like the Minotaur, isn't there only one?"
"Yes"
"And he died, like, a gajillion years ago, right? Theseus killed him in the Labyrinth. So..."
"Monsters don't die, Percy," Annabeth said. "They can be killed. But they don't die."
"Oh, thanks. That clears it up."
"They don't have souls, not like we do," Amara explained. "You can kill them, and they'll stay dead for a while."
"Maybe even a whole lifetime if you're lucky," Annabeth added.
"But monsters are primal forces. They take their time reforming, but once they do it's like they never died in the first place."
