IN WHICH a daughter of Asteria falls for a son of Nemesis.
Or
IN WHICH a daughter of Asteria can't seem pick a side.
Book I of 'Written In The Stars' [Wits] Series
Percy Jackson - Pre Heroes of Olympus
Ethan Nakamura x Fem!OC
Wits - plural n. mental...
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WE GET STRETCHED TO NEAR DEATH.
It was Annabeth's idea.
She loaded us into the back of a Vegas taxi as if we actually had money, and told the driver, "Los Angeles, please."
The cabbie chewed his cigar and sized us up. "That's three hundred miles. For that, you gotta pay up front."
"You accept casino debit cards?" Annabeth asked.
He shrugged. "Some of 'em. Same as credit cards. I gotta swipe 'em through first."
Annabeth handed him her green LotusCash card.
He looked at it skeptically.
"Swipe it," Annabeth invited.
He did.
His meter machine started rattling. The lights flashed. Finally an infinity symbol came up next to the dollar sign.
The cigar fell out of the driver's mouth. He looked back at us, his eyes wide. "Where to in Los Angeles... uh, Your Highness?"
"The Santa Monica Pier." Annabeth sat up a little straighter. I could tell she liked the "Your Highness" thing. "Get us there fast, and you can keep the change."
Maybe she shouldn't have told him that. The cab's speedometer never dipped below ninety-five the whole way through the Mojave Desert. On the road, we had plenty of time to talk. Percy told us about his latest dream, but the details got sketchier the more he told us about it. Percy couldn't recall what the invisible servant's voice had sounded like, though he said he was sure it was somebody he knew. The servant had called the monster in the pit something other than "my lord" ... some special name or title.... according to Percy.
"The Silent One?" Annabeth suggested. "The Rich One? Both of those are nicknames for Hades."
"Maybe ..." He said, though I could tell neither sounded quite right to him. He made a face when he wasn't sure about something or when he knew something wasn't right.
"That throne room sounds like Hades's," Grover said. "That's the way it's usually described."
"It's wrong just so you know." I mumbled staring out the window.
From the corner of my eye I saw Percy shake his head. "Something's wrong. The throne room wasn't the main part of the dream. And that voice from the pit ... I don't know. It just didn't feel like a god's voice."
I turned back and saw Annabeth's eyes wide.
"What?" He asked.
"Oh ... nothing. I was just-No, it has to be Hades. Maybe he sent this thief, this invisible person, to get the master bolt, and something went wrong-"
"Like what?"
"I-I don't know," she said. "But if he stole Zeus's symbol of power from Olympus, and the gods were hunting him, I mean, a lot of things could go wrong. So this thief had to hide the bolt, or he lost it somehow. Anyway, he failed to bring it to Hades. That's what the voice said in your dream, right? The guy failed. That would explain what the Furies were searching for when they came after us on the bus. Maybe they thought we had retrieved the bolt."
