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Percy's POV
The morning of the race was hot and humid. Fog lay on the ground like sauna steam. Millions of birds were roosting in the trees—fat gray-and-white pigeons, except they didn't coo like pigeons. They made this annoying metallic screeching sound that reminded me of submarine radar.
The racetrack had been built in a grassy field between the archery range and the woods. Hephaestus's cabin had used the bronze bulls, which were completely tame since they'd had their heads smashed in, to plow an oval track in a matter of minutes.
There were rows of stone steps for the spectators—Tantalus, the satyrs, a few dryads, and all of the campers who weren't participating. Mr. D didn't show. He never got up before ten o'clock.
"Right!" Tantalus announced as the teams began to assemble. A naiad had brought him a big platter of pastries, and as Tantalus spoke, his right hand chased a chocolate eclair across the judge's table. "You all know the rules. A quarter-mile track. Twice around to win. Two horses per chariot. Each team will consist of a driver and a fighter. Weapons are allowed. Dirty tricks are expected. But try not to kill anybody!" Tantalus smiled at us like we were all naughty children. "Any killing will result in harsh punishment. No s'mores at the campfire for a week! Now ready your chariots!"
Charles Beckendorf, the head counselor of the Hephaestus cabin, led his chariot onto the track. It was a sweet ride made of bronze and iron—even the horses, which were magical automatons like the Colchis bulls. I had no doubt that their chariot had all kinds of mechanical traps and more fancy options than a fully loaded Maserati.
Clarisse climbed aboard a chariot that was blood red, pulled by two grisly horse skeletons, and had a batch of javelins, spiked balls, caltrops, and other nasty toys.
Two Apollo campers had a chariot as well as the Stoll brothers, which was green and kind of old-looking, as if it hadn't been out of the garage in years. I shuddered to think what dirty tricks they'd schemed up.
That left two chariots: one driven by (Y/N) and Annabeth, and the other by me.
Before the race began, I tried to approach Annabeth and tell her about my latest dream of Grover. (Y/N) was off arguing with the Stoll brothers who accused him of betraying the Hermes cabin by allying with Annabeth.
She perked up when I mentioned Grover. I told her what he'd said about being trapped in the Sea of Monsters by a Cyclops named Polyphemus and how he wants Grover to be his lady Cyclops wife, and how he had opened an empathy link with me, which meant that if he dies, I'd be in trouble too. However, Annabeth only seemed to get distant again, suspicious.
"You're trying to distract me," she decided.
"What? No, I'm not!"
"Oh, right! Like Grover would just happen to stumble across the one thing that could save the camp."
"What do you mean?"
She rolled her eyes. "Go back to your chariot, Percy."
"I'm not making this up. He's in trouble, Annabeth. I've already told (Y/N) about this. Well, not all the details, but the gist of it."
She hesitated. I could tell she was trying to decide whether or not to trust me. Despite our occasional fights, we'd been through a lot together. And I knew she would never want anything bad to happen to Grover.
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Percy Jackson and the Olympians (Male Reader Insert)
Fanfiction(Y/N) (L/N) has been at Camp Half-Blood all of his life and yet he still has no idea who his godly parent is. However, when a boy appears at camp, (Y/N)'s world is turned upside down. The boy is special and is part of a big prophecy involving the fa...
