Mind over matter/Percy Jackson x oc

Royal guests of the garden gnome palace

I hadn't thought about the beneficial aspect of the fact that there were gods up there in the sky, we knew where our problems came from and who might be responsible for them. At the moment, I was leaning towards Zeus as number one on the list of history's greatest bastards, but my opinion might not have been the most objective, because he'd probably just thrown a lightning bolt in my face.

We walked, me, Percy, Grover and Annabeth through the woods along the New Jersey shore, with New York behind us, turning the sky yellow with its lights, and the smell of the Hudson catching in our trembled and bleated, terror seizing his goat eyes.

"Three Kindly Ones. All three at once."He murmured.

Percy, too, seemed to be in a state of shock, a logical reaction when you've just been blown up by a bus and nearly died. The only person who seemed remotely rational was Annabeth, who kept harping on:

"Come on! The farther away we get, the better."

Percy spoke up: "All our money was back there," he told us. "Our food and clothes. Everything."

"Well, maybe if you hadn't decided to jump into the fight..."

"What did you want me to do? Let you get killed?" He argued.

"You didn't need to protect me, Percy. I would've been fine."

"Sliced like a sandwich loaf," Grover added, "but fine."

"Yeah, a sandwich loaf out of the toaster no less," I said. " but fine."

"Shut up, little goat, and you too, peacock head," Annabeth said.

"Do you really have a nickname for every...?"

Grover to stop my question with a melancholy bleat.

"'Tin cans... a perfectly good bag of tin cans."

The ground was like sponge and we were advancing between trees that looked like nothing and gave off an unpleasant odor.
Percy and I were walking together when Annabeth appeared between us and looked at him and said:

"Look, I..." His voice faltered. "I appreciate you coming back for us, okay? That was really brave."

"We're a team, right?"

She remained silent for a few more steps. "It's just that if you died... aside from the fact that it would really suck for you, it would mean the quest is over. This might be my only chance to see the real world."

"Don't worry even if I died you could still continue the quest with Kassi." he replied. "Even if I'm not too thrilled about dying."

"Percy you don't understand, you received the prophecy, you're the leader of the quest so you're the only one who can carry it out and therefore my only chance, so your survival is crucial."

I made my presence known and asked. "So you've really never left the camp since you were seven?"

She nodded 'no' and said, "For short field trips. My dad..."

"The history professor."

"Yes. It didn't work out for me to live at home. I mean, Camp Half Blood is my home." She rushed her words, as if afraid someone would try to stop her. "At camp, we train, we practice. And that's cool and all, but the real world is where the monsters are. That's where you learn whether you're any good or not."

"You're pretty good with that knife." Percy told him.

"You think so?"

"Yeah." I began, "Better than me with a spear and I have to say, surprisingly I'm pretty good."