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Percy's POV
"Thermos!" I screamed as we hurtled toward the water.
"What?" Annabeth and (Y/N) must've thought I'd lost my mind. They were holding on to the boat straps for dear life, hair flying everywhere.
But Tyson understood. He managed to open my duffel bag and take out Hermes's magical thermos without losing his grip on it or the boat.
Arrows and javelins whistled past us.
"Maybe I can provide us a little bit of cover!" I heard (Y/N) yell. I didn't know how he would do that, and I was praying that he wasn't going to use his body as it.
I grabbed the thermos and hoped I was doing the right thing. "Hang on!"
"I am hanging on!" Annabeth yelled.
"Tighter!"
I hooked my feet under the boat's inflatable bench, and as Tyson grabbed me by the back of my shirt and wrapped one strong arm around both (Y/N) and Annabeth, I gave the thermos cap a quarter turn.
Instantly, a white sheet of wind jetted out of the thermos and propelled us sideways, turning our downward plummet into a forty-five-degree crash landing.
The wind seemed to laugh as it shot from the thermos, like it was glad to be free. As we hit the ocean, we bumped once, twice, skipping like a stone, then we were whizzing along like a speed boat, salt spray in our faces and nothing but sea ahead.
I heard a wail of outrage from the ship behind us, but we were already out of weapon range. The Princess Andromeda faded to the size of a white toy boat in the distance, and then it was gone.
We all let out a deep sigh of relief. (Y/N) flopped onto his back, leaning against the side of the raft. "That was ridiculous."
That's when I noticed that a cover of dark mist was disappearing, having been hovering over the boat.
"Was that your cover?" I asked.
"Yeah. Hopefully, it was solid," he said. "Usually it's not, but I remembered last summer when I used my mist to float on the water of that love ride."
As the last of the mist vanished, an arrow fell and landed in the water. All of our eyes when wide.
"Uh... Well, it looks like it worked," mumbled Annabeth. The arrow had been directly over her head.
(Y/N) stared at his hands, as if in awe of himself. "Wow. I guess I can solidify my mist. That's cool."
As we raced over the sea, Annabeth tried to send an Iris-message to Chiron. She figured it was important to let somebody know what Luke was doing, and we all didn't know who else to trust.
The wind from the thermos stirred up a nice sea spray that made a rainbow in the sunlight—perfect for an Iris-message—but our connection was still poor. When Annabeth threw a gold drachma into the mist and prayed for the rainbow goddess to show us Chiron, his face appeared all right, but there was some kind of weird strobe light flashing in the background and rock music blaring, like he was at a dance club.
We told him about sneaking away from camp, and Luke and the Princess Andromeda and the golden box for Kronos's remains, but between the noise of his end and the rushing wind and water on our end, I'm not sure how much he heard.
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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...
