IN WHICH a daughter of Asteria falls for a son of Nemesis.
Or
IN WHICH a daughter of Asteria can't seem pick a side.
Book I of 'Written In The Stars' [Wits] Series
Percy Jackson - Pre Heroes of Olympus
Ethan Nakamura x Fem!OC
Wits - plural n. mental...
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YOU SEE I WOULD'VE KILLED HIM, BUT NO NOT YET HIS FATE HAS YET TO PLAY OUT. JUST LIKE ZEUS' DON'T THINK I'VE FORGOTTEN WHAT HE DID.
I woke to a ship's whistle and a voice on the intercom- some guy with an Australian accent who sounded way too happy.
"Good morning, passengers! We'll be at sea all day today. Excellent weather for the poolside mambo party! Don't forget million-dollar bingo in the Kraken Lounge at one o'clock, and for our special guests, disemboweling practice on the Promenade!"
I sat up in bed. "Did he just say disemboweling practice?"
Annabeth sat up, and stared at me, her eyes wide. Oh my gods he did saw disemboweling practice. We got up and ran to Percy's door.
I banged on the door, and opened it. I stuck my head in-most likely in a rat's nest. "Disemboweling practice?"
Once we were all dressed, we ventured out into the ship and were surprised to see other people.
A dozen senior citizens were heading to breakfast. A dad was taking his kids to the pool for a morning swim. Crew members in crisp white uniforms strolled the deck, tipping their hats to the passengers.
Nobody asked who we were. Nobody paid us much attention. But there was something wrong.
As the family of swimmers passed us, the dad told his kids: "We are on a cruise. We are having fun."
"Yes," his three kids said in unison, their expressions blank. "We are having a blast. We will swim in the pool."
They wandered off.
"Good morning," a crew member told us, his eyes glazed. "We are all enjoying ourselves aboard the Princess Andromeda. Have a nice day." He drifted away.
"Astra, this is weird," Annabeth whispered. "They're all in some kind of trance."
Then we passed a cafeteria and saw our first monster. It was a hellhound-a black mastiff with its front paws up on the buffet line and its muzzle buried in the scrambled eggs. It must've been young, because it was small compared to most-no bigger than a grizzly bear. I doubted it would cause us any trouble. It had looked up at us, then looked back at the plate of eggs.
The weird thing was: a middle-aged couple was standing in the buffet line right behind the devil dog, patiently waiting their turn for the eggs. They didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary.
"Not hungry anymore," Tyson murmured.
Before Annabeth or I could reply, a reptilian voice came from down the corridor, "Ssssix more joined yesssterday."
Annabeth gestured frantically toward the nearest hiding place-the women's room-and all four of us ducked inside.
Something-or more like two somethings-slithered past the bathroom door, making sounds like sandpaper against the carpet.
