The Son of Death (Percy Jackson x Male Reader)

One Shall Be Lost In The Land Without Rain...

Piles of metal objects glinted in the moonlight.  Broken heads of bronze horses, metal legs from human statues, smashed chariots, tons of shields and swords and other weapons, along with more modern stuff, like cars that gleamed gold and silver, refrigerators, washing machines, and computer monitors

Bianca: Whoa... that stuff... some of it looks like real gold.

Thalia: It is.  Just don't touch anything.  This is the junkyard of the gods.

Bianca: Look!

She raced down the hill, tripping over bronze coils and golden plates.  She picked up a bow that glowed silver in moonlight.

Bianca: A Hunter's bow!

She yelped in surprise as the bow began to shrink, and became a hair clip shaped like a crescent moon.

Zoe: It's just like Percy's sword.  Leave it, Bianca.

Bianca: But-

Zoe: It is here for a reason.  Anything thrown away in this junkyard must stay in this yard.  It is defective.  Or cursed.

Bianca reluctantly set the hair clip down.

Thalia: I don't like this place.

She gripped the shaft of her spear.

Percy: You think we're going to get attacked by killer refrigerators?

Lucas: Zoe is right, Percy.  Things get thrown away here for a reason.  Now come on, let's get across the yard.

We started picking our way through the hills and valleys of junk.  The stuff seemed to go on forever, and if it hadn't been for Ursa Major, we would've gotten lost.  All the hills pretty much looked the same.  I'd like to say we left the stuff alone, but there was too much cool junk not to check out some of it.  Percy found an electric guitar shaped like Apollo's lyre that was so sweet he had to pick it up.  Grover found a broken tree made out of metal.  It had been chopped to pieces, but some of the branches still had golden birds in them, and they whirred around when Grover picked them up, trying to flap their wings.  I found a rock.  It was... a rock.  Finally, we saw the edge of the junkyard about half a mile ahead of us, the lights of a highway stretching through the desert.  We were almost there when...

Lucas: Stop!

We all froze, turning to him.

Lucas: One of you took something.

YN: What?

Lucas: I don't know how I can tell... but I can.  Who took something.

Bianca looked away.  I quickly reached for her jacket pocket, and pulled out a small golden statue.  When I saw who it was, it confirmed my suspicions.

YN: I knew it...

Lucas: If that had left the junkyard... who knows what would've emerged to retrieve it.

Bianca: It was for Nico... it's the only one he didn't have.

I sighed.  Even now, she was thinking about Nico.

Lucas: I'll bring it back to where you found it.  I have a feeling I need to stay.  Like my father's calling to me.

YN: One shall be lost in the land without rain... I was sure it meant one of us would die.

Lucas: Yeah, well prophecies never go how we think.  Now get out of here.

I gave him a hug, and we left the junkyard.  I half expected some giant robot to emerge from the scrap heaps, but thankfully nothing.