When we got into town, Hazel led us on the same route she said she'd used seventy years ago... on the last night of her life, when she'd come home from the hills and found her mother missing. She led us along Third Avenue to an old house, leaning over the water on barnacle encrusted piers. The roof sagged. The walls were perforated with holes like buckshot and the door was boarded up.
Hazel: Come on
Frank: Uh, you sure it's safe?
Hazel found an open window and climbed inside. The rest of us followed. The room hadn't been used in a long time. Our feet kicked up dust that swirled in the buckshot beams of sunlight. Cardboard boxes were stacked along the walls, and the labels indicated they were filled with holiday cards. Why several hundred boxes of season's greetings had wound up crumbling to dust in a warehouse in Alaska, I have no idea.
Sarah: It's warmer in here, at least. Guess no running water? Maybe we can go shopping.
Hazel wasn't listening. She was staring at a picture of a boy at a carnival. Tears started flowing from her eyes.
Sarah: That's...
Frank's fingers hovered over the photo.
Frank: Who...
He saw that she was crying and held back his question.
Frank: Sorry, Hazel. This must be really hard. Do you want some time-
Hazel: No. No, it's fine.
Alexa: Is that your mother?
She pointed to another photo.
Alexa: She looks like you. She's beautiful.
Then Percy studied the picture of the boy.
Percy: Who is that?
He looked nervous for some reason. But then I realized. He looked almost exactly like Leo, the son of Hephaestus who was with Lucas back at Camp Half-Blood. That's why Sarah was confused too. Percy might have seen him in his dream about the flying ship.
Hazel: That's... that's Sammy. He was my... friend from New Orleans.
Percy: I've seen him before.
Hazel: You couldn't have. That was in 1941. He's... he's probably dead now.
Percy frowned.
Percy: I guess. Still...
He shook his head, like the thought was too uncomfortable. Frank cleared his throat.
Frank: Look, we passed a store on the last block. We've got a little money left. Maybe I should go get some food and clothes or something?
Hazel put the gold prospecting sign back over her mementos.
Hazel: That would be great. You're the best, Frank.
Sarah: I'll come too. I'm starving.
Alexa: Same.
The floorboards creaked under their feet as they left. Once they were gone, we made a temporary camp. Percy set his sword on the floor where it glowed with a faint bronze light. Then he stretched out on a bed of Merry Christmas cards.
Hazel: Percy, you're going to make it back home. You're going to see your girlfriend, Annabeth.
Percy: You'll make it back, too, Hazel. We're not going to let anything happen to you. You're too important to us, to the camp, and especially to Frank.
Hazel picked up an old valentine. The lacy white paper fell apart in her hands.
Hazel: I don't belong in this century. Nico only brought me back so I could correct my mistakes, maybe get into Elysium.
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The Son of Death (Percy Jackson x Male Reader)
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