Fearless¹ Percy Jackson

𝕿𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖞-𝕾𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓

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"So you're the one who swan dived off that monument thingy"

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Percy woke with a drinking straw in his mouth he opened his eyes. He was propped up in bed in the sickroom of the Big House, his right hand bandaged like a club.

Argus stood guard in the corner. Lyric sat next to him, holding my nectar glass and dabbing a washcloth on my forehead, Annabeth, Isa and Gabriel stood next to her.

"Here we are again," Percy said.

"You idiot," Annabeth said. Lyric swallowed the lump in her throat, "You were green and turning gray when we found you. If it weren't for Chiron's healing . . ."

"Now, now," Chiron's voice said. "Percy's constitution deserves some of the credit."

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Like my insides have been frozen, then microwaved."

"Apt, considering that was pit scorpion venom. Now you must tell me, if you can, exactly what happened."

The room was quiet for a long time.

Lyric took a deep breath trying to keep her emotions under control she could feel the shadows covering her hand, "well I hope you get better soon Percy" and with that she ran out of the infirmary with Gabriel running after her asking her to wait, Isabel let out a shaky breath "give her some time Luke was like a brother to her I-I didn't think he'd.." She pushed the hair falling into her face from the messy bun she'd done hurriedly, sending a small smile to Percy and Annabeth

"Have a good summer Percy, maybe there's more than kelp in that brain"

 She walked out.

"I can't believe that Luke . . ." Annabeth's voice faltered. Her expression turned angry and sad."Yes. Yes, I can believe it. May the gods curse him. . . . He was never the same after his quest."

"This must be reported to Olympus," Chiron murmured. "I will go at once."

"Luke is out there right now," Percy said. "I have to go after him."

Chiron shook his head. "No, Percy. The gods—"

"Won't even talk about Kronos," Percy snapped. "Zeus declared the matter closed!"

"Percy, I know this is hard. But you must not rush out for vengeance. You aren't ready."

"Chiron . . . your prophecy from the Oracle . . . it was about Kronos, wasn't it? Was I in it? And Annabeth?"

Chiron glanced nervously at the ceiling. "Percy, it isn't my place—"

"You've been ordered not to talk to me about it, haven't you?"

His eyes were sympathetic, but sad. "You will be a great hero, child. I will do my best to prepare you. But if I'm right about the path ahead of you . . ."

Thunder boomed overhead, rattling the windows.

"All right!" Chiron shouted. "Fine!"

He sighed in frustration. "The gods have their reasons, Percy. Knowing too much of your future is never a good thing."

"We can't just sit back and do nothing," 

"We will not sit back," Chiron promised. "But you must be careful. Kronos wants you to come unraveled. He wants your life disrupted, your thoughts clouded with fear and anger. Do not give him what he wants. Train patiently. Your time will come."