Wrong Pantheon (Male Reader x PJO)

CHAPTER 2: GODS ARE REAL?!

I woke up with quite possibly the worst case of muscle fatigue I've ever felt. My muscles felt like they were burning like they had been stretched and slapped back together about 20 times. 

I slowly opened my eyes to find out that I had been moved in my sleep. 

It was a little jarring at first, suddenly realizing you were somewhere else from when you first fell asleep, but it was whatever. 

I tried to sit up, realizing I had been sleeping on a deck chair, surrounded by a huge porch that I remembered was attached to the farmhouse I got to before I passed out. I looked around, seeing the bright sun filtering in under the Porch's covering. Once I finally got into a sitting position I started to massage my legs, arms, really everything since my muscles were all sore.

As I looked around I noticed my backpack and raincoat sitting on the floor next to me. I panicked for a split second as I patted down my pockets for my knife, feeling it in my pocket as I sighed in relief. I looked to the other side and noted a strange glass of what appeared to be apple juice with some ice, a neat straw, and a little paper umbrella. I was feeling a bit parched so I took a sip, rearing back as I tried to put my finger on what it tasted like, tasting like a swirl of my mom's cooking, I couldn't put my finger on what exactly, but all I knew was that it tasted so good and nostalgic that before I knew it, I had drank the entire thing. I set the glass down, a little confused at the immortal-seeming ice that, even though the drink had felt warm, hadn't melted at all. Once I had finished drinking, I felt all of my muscle fatigue fade away.

"You woke up quick" I heard someone speak and immediately shot my head up to see who it was. It was only then did I realized it was Percy's friend who I had helped with that Minotaur... But surely that wasn't real, right?

"You saved my life... Thank you." Well, I guess that confirms it, it was real.

"Who are you?" I asked him as I took note of what he was wearing, a pair of loose-fitting blue jeans, some sports-looking shoes, I couldn't tell which kind, and an orange shirt that read 'Camp Half-Blood.' I wondered what that meant.

"My name is Grover Underwood, what's your name?" he asked me, sounding a bit sheepish as he did so. 

"(Y/N) (L/N)" I answered as I finally stood up and walked over to him, surprisingly feeling lighter on my feet than I ever had. probably that drink. I offered a hand to shake, which he took. I smiled at him as he smiled back shyly.

"so, was that whole... thing real?" I ask, just to confirm. He looked a little confused before a look of grim realization overcame his features "Y-yeah.. again... thanks" he said, almost seeming like he was embarrassed to be saved by a stranger.

"I wouldn't have let you die," I said, a strange confidence passing over me. I hadn't ever been a fighter, but Mom had always taught me to stick up for myself and others. "oh right! there was that uhmm Percy guy, right? Is he your friend? is he ok?" I ask rapidly, seeing him try to answer me.

"yes he was there, yes he's my friend, and yes he's ok... mostly" he answered in succession as I took a breath of relief. "wait. mostly?" I asked, wondering if something had come up like a concussion or something.

"he's currently unconscious, and has been for the past day," Grover told me as it took me a moment to process "Wait I've been out for a day?" I question as Grover nods to confirm.

"yeah, a battle with a monster like that would put anyone out of commission for a while," he said as if he knew others who had been in our situation or worse. I moved on from that point as I looked around the porch, trying to see if Percy was nearby "Where is he?" I asked Grover, he just nodded his head for me to follow, and so I did.