The Son of Death (Percy Jackson x Male Reader)

We Get Saved By Two Snakes On A Stick

I love New York.  You can pop out of the Underworld in Central Park, hail a taxi, head down Fifth Avenue with a giant hellhound loping along behind you, and nobody even looks at you funny.  Of course, the Mist helped.  People probably couldn't see Mrs. O'Leary, or maybe they thought she was a large, loud, very friendly truck.  I took the risk of using Percy's Mom's cell phone to call Sarah for the second time.  I'd called her once from the tunnel but only reached her voice mail.  I'd gotten surprisingly good reception, seeing as I was at the mythological center of the world and all, but I didn't want to see what Percy's mom's roaming charges were going to be.

YN: Hey.  You get my message?

Sarah: Babe, where have you been?  Your message said almost nothing!  We've been worried sick!  I've been worried sick!

YN: I'll fill you in later.

How I was going to do that I had no idea.

Sarah: We're on our way like you asked, almost to the Queens-Midtown Tunnel.  But, YN, what are you planning?  We've left the camp virtually undefended, and there's no way the gods-

YN: Just trust me, Sar.  We'll see you there.  I love you.

I hung up.  It was late afternoon when the taxi dropped us at the Empire State Building.  Mrs. O'Leary bounded up and down Fifth Avenue, licking and/or chewing cabs and sniffing and/or chewing hot dog carts.  Nobody seemed to notice her, although people did swerve away and look confused when she came close.  I whistled for her to heel as three white vans pulled up to the curb.  They said Delphi Strawberry Service, which was the cover name for Camp Half-Blood.  I'd never seen all three vans in the same place at once, though I knew they shuttled our fresh produce into the city.  The first van was driven by Argus, our many eyed security chief.  The second was driven by Sarah, who had gotten her license over the summer.  I'm so proud of her.  And the third one...

YN: Beckendorf!

He got out and grinned at me.

Charles: YN.  Never got the chance to thank you for saving me on the boat.

I grinned, hugging him, though it was hard to get my arms around his massive shoulders.  The vans' doors slid open.  A bunch of campers climbed out, some of them looking a little green from the long drive.  I was glad so many had come. Sarah, Lucas, Pollux, Silena Beauregard, the Stoll brothers, Michael Yew, Jake Mason, Katie Gardner, and Annabeth, along with most of their siblings.  Chiron came out of the van last.  His horse half was compacted into his magic wheelchair, so he used the handicap lift.  The Ares cabin wasn't here, apart from Sarah of course, but I tried not to get too angry about that.  Clarisse was a stubborn idiot.  End of story.  Not many to fight a war, but it was still the largest group of half-bloods I'd ever seen gathered in one place outside camp.  Everyone looked nervous, and I understood why.  We were probably sending out so much demigod aura that every monster in the northeastern United States knew we were here.  As I looked at their faces, all these campers I'd known for so many summers, a nagging voice whispered in my mind.  One of them was a spy.  But I couldn't dwell on that.  They were my friends.  I needed them.  Then I remembered Kronos's evil smile.  He said we couldn't count on friends.  They would always let us down.  I'm gonna prove him wrong.  Sarah and Annabeth came up to us.  Sarah was wearing maroon sweatpants and a black tank top with her red leather jacket over it, and her hair tied back in a messy ponytail.  Annabeth was dressed in black camouflage with her Celestial bronze knife strapped to her arm and her laptop bag slung over her shoulder.  Sarah smirked at me.

Sarah: What is it?

YN: What's what?

Sarah: You're looking at me funny.