The Son of Death (Percy Jackson x Male Reader)

We Make A Racist Comment In Front Of Our Friends

Gotta be honest, I was relieved when the wheels fell off.  Frank had already thrown up twice from the back of the chariot, which couldn't have been fun at the speed of sound.  Arion seemed to bend time and space as he ran, blurring the landscape and making me feel like I'd just drank a gallon of milk and ran five miles.  Ella didn't really help matters.

Ella: Seven hundred and fifty miles per hour.  Eight hundred.  Eight hundred and three.  Fast.  Very fast.

Arion sped north across Puget Sound, zooming past islands and fishing boats and very surprised pods of whales.  And soon, we'd crossed into Canada.  I could feel it.  We were getting gradually closer to my father.  The horse rocketed onto dry land.  He followed Highway 99 north, running so fast, the cars seemed to be standing still.  Finally, just as we were getting into Vancouver, the chariot wheels began to smoke.

YN: Hazel!  The wheels are about to break!

She pulled the reins.  Arion slowed to subsonic speeds as we zipped through the city streets.  We crossed the Iron Workers Bridge into North Vancouver, and the chariot started to rattle dangerously.  At last Arion stopped at the top of a wooded hill.  He snorted with satisfaction.  The smoking chariot collapsed, spilling Percy, Sarah, Frank, Ella, and I onto the wet, mossy ground.  Frank and Sarah stumbled to their feet as I sat there, trying to blink the yellow spots out of my eyes.  Percy groaned and started unhitching Arion from the ruined chariot.  Ella fluttered around in dizzy circles, bonking into the trees.

Ella: Tree.  Tree.  Tree.

Only Hazel seemed unaffected by the ride.  Grinning with pleasure, she slid off the horse's back.

Hazel: That was fun!

Frank: Yeah.  So much fun.

Arion whinnied.

Percy: He says he needs to eat.

YN: No shit he does.  He probably just burned about six million calories.

Hazel studied the ground at her feet and frowned.

Hazel: I'm not sensing any gold around here... don't worry, Arion.  I'll find you some.  In the meantime, why don't you go graze?  We'll meet you-

The horse zipped off, leaving a trail of steam in his wake.  Hazel knit her eyebrows.

Hazel: Do you think he'll come back?

Percy: I don't know.  He seems kind of... spirited.

Hazel looked distressed by the idea of losing her new friend.  Frank steadied himself against a tree while Hazel, Sarah, and Percy started salvaging supplies from the chariot wreckage.  There had been a few boxes of random Amazon merchandise in the front, and Ella shrieked with delight when she found a shipment of books.  She snatched up a copy of The Birds of North America, fluttered to the nearest branch, and began scratching through the pages so fast, I wasn't sure if she was reading or shredding.  To the south, across Vancouver Harbor, the downtown skyline gleamed red in the sunset.  To the north, the hills and forests of Lynn Canyon Park snaked between the subdivisions of North Vancouver until they gave way to the wilderness.

Frank: I'm practically home.  My grandmother's house is right over there.

Hazel squinted.

Hazel: How far?

Frank: Just over the river and through the woods.

Percy raised an eyebrow.

Percy: Seriously?  To Grandmother's house we go?

Sarah: Yeah.  Frank, please tell me she'll let us spend the night.  I know we're on a deadline, but we've got to rest, right?  And Arion saved us some time.  Maybe we could get an actual cooked meal?