My story | PJO x male reader

Chapter 5: How to train your...

If you asked me what would've happened today when I walked out of that Lotus Hotel, the very last thing on that list would've been: Be escorted by two mythological beings!

Maybe I just didn't think hard enough, but the longer we walked, the more I couldn't help but stare at him.

I was walking next to Orion. The Orion. The one that I grew up hearing about. The one that's figure is painted in the sky. I had just got over that my mom was Artemis, someone that's been alive for...I don't know...eons! Now I have to deal with this?

And, the worst part, was that he was probably walking me to my death.

Orion took the lead, probably twenty feet ahead of us. His bow drawn, an arrow slightly pulled back in vigilance. His eyes spotlighted the ground a cautionous yellow.

Lelantos pulled up the rear. On his hips, his golden daggers bounced in their leather sheaths. His armor had a type of glisten to it. Like red glitter splashed over it in a crimson sheen—as if imbued with some sort of...I don't even know. I looked back at the dagger on his right, having that similar sheen, and right at the hilt...letters. I squinted, they were so small that I almost didn't see them.

Uh...Something, something...C'mon, brain, I scolded myself, work at least once for me. Then, as if on cue, a few of the words rearranged from Greek to English. Aura's Revenge.

"Haven't your parents taught you that staring was uncouth?" Lelantos said, his voice holding a trace of laughter. My eyes widened for a moment. I craned my neck up. His blue eyes stared back. "Or is it a hobby of yours to make people uncomfortable?"

Says the person actively kidnapping me, I thought, but I managed to hold my tongue. Orion was already mad at me for just existing, if I pissed off Lelantos...this would be an awkward road trip.

And the road that we were taking was hardly one to take a walk on. We were still in that valley, obelisks of obsidian rose on each side as far as the eyes could reach. Orion tapped the boulders as he stalked past as if he were counting.

"What is he doing?" I blurted.

Lelantos hummed. "Directions. One wrong turn and you're stuck reforming for several millenium."

Curiosity got to me. "Reforming takes that long?"

"Depends."

"On what?"

He shrugged. "Who kills you, how you died, but in my opinion, mate: it definitely beats the mortal fate."

"You wouldn't want to go to Elysium?"

"You think my deeds would send me there of all places? For Gaea's sake, Orion and I deserve to be cast into a pit deeper than this one."

I opened my mouth, about to say something like: What's the worst you could've done? You seem too nice to be a monster. Then I thought back to Medusa...monsters are always the ones that lure you in first.

"But enough about me," he continued, "how about you? The fabled Hunter of The Deities. The sword Olympus will fight with or be impaled by. The prophesied legend to bring destruction to thrones."

"Wait," I turned my head slightly, "bring destruction to thrones?"

"Yes," he cleared his throat. "But which thrones? Hmm? Olympus, or the Titans. Either way, you will be quite valuable."

Valuable. The way he said it made me feel like a pizza everyone in Tartarus wanted a bite from.

Lelantos must've seen my face. "Don't worry, lad. Most of us down here have disregarded the notion that you are down here at all."