The Son of Death (Percy Jackson x Male Reader)

The Greeks Confess

Pilot: Senatus Populusque Romanus, my friends.  Welcome aboard.  Next stop, Anchorage, Alaska.

I'd introduced Alexa to everyone, and she was talking with Hazel.  Percy was gripping his armrests so tightly his knuckles were turning white.  I get it.  A son of Poseidon should not be this high off the ground.

YN: Juno has some sort of plan for us, about the Prophecy of Eleven.

Percy: Yeah.  I didn't like her as Hera.  I don't like her any better as Juno.

Hazel tucked her feet underneath her.  She studied Percy with her gold eyes, and I honestly wondered how she could be so calm.  She was the youngest one on the quest, but she was always keeping us together.  Now we were flying to Alaska, where she had died once before.  We would try to free my father, who might take her back to the Underworld.  Yet she didn't show any fear.

Hazel: You four... you're all Greek demigods.  Aren't you?

Percy gripped his leather necklace.  I nodded.

YN: Yeah.

Percy: I started to remember in Portland, after the gorgon's blood.  It's been coming back to me slowly since then.  There's another camp, Camp Half-Blood.

Just hearing him saying the name made me feel warm inside.  Good memories washed over me, the smell of strawberry fields in the warm summer sun, fireworks lighting up the beach on the Fourth of July, satyrs playing panpipes at the nightly campfire, and me on one knee on Half-Blood Hill.

Hazel and Frank stared at him as though he'd suddenly started speaking another language.

Hazel: Another camp.  A Greek camp?  Gods, if Octavian found out-

Frank: He'd declare war.  He's always been sure the Greeks were out there, plotting against us.  He thought Percy was a spy.

Percy: That's why Juno sent me.  Uh, I mean, not to spy.  I think it was some kind of exchange.  Your friend Jason... I think he was sent to my camp.  In my dreams, I saw a demigod that might have been him.  He was working with some other demigods on this flying warship.  I think they're coming to Camp Jupiter to help.

Sarah: Nailed it.

Frank tapped nervously on the back of his seat.

Frank: Mars said Juno wants to unite the Greeks and Romans to fight Gaea.  But Greeks and Romans have a long history of bad blood.

YN: I'm sure that's why the gods have kept us apart for so long.  If a Greek warship appeared in the sky above Camp Jupiter, and Reyna didn't know it was friendly...

Percy: Yeah.  We've got to be careful how we explain this when we get back.

Frank: If we get back.

Percy: I mean, I trust you guys.  I hope you trust us.  I feel... well, I feel as close to you two as to any of my old friends at Camp Half-Blood.  But with the other demigods, at both camps... there's going to be a lot of suspicion.

Hazel did something none of us were expecting.  She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.  I really hope that was a sisterly kiss.  Otherwise Annabeth would probably stab her.

Hazel: Of course we trust you guys.  We're a family now.  Aren't we, Frank?

Frank: Sure.  Do I get a kiss?

I snorted.  Smooth.  Hazel laughed, but there was nervous tension in it.

Alexa: Anyway, what do we do now?

I took a deep breath.  Time was slipping away.  We're almost halfway through June twenty third, and tomorrow is the Feast of Fortuna.

Percy: I've got to contact a friend to keep my promise to Ella.

Percy had asked Ella to hide and wait for someone to come get her, since she didn't want to come on the plane.

Frank: How?  An Iris message?

Percy: Still not working.  I tried it last night at your grandmother's house.  No luck.  Maybe it's because my memories are still jumbled.  I'm hoping I can contact my friend in my dreams.

Another bump of turbulence made him grab his seat.  Below us, snowcapped mountains broke through a blanket of clouds.

Percy: I'm not sure I can sleep, but I need to try.  We can't leave Ella by herself.

Frank: Yeah.  We've still got hours to fly.  Take the couch, man.

Percy nodded and crashed on the couch.  I closed my eyes as well, and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.  I woke up to Sarah shaking me gently.

Sarah: We're almost there.

I sat up and kissed her on the cheek, before looking out the window.  A glittering inlet of the sea snaked between snowy mountains.  In the distance, a city was carved out of the wilderness, surrounded by lush green forests on one side and icy black beaches on the other.

Hazel: Welcome to Alaska.  We're beyond the help of the gods.