Percy Jackson and the Olympians (Male Reader Insert)

We Meet an Ancient New Enemy

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"Percy, wake up."

I shook his shoulder lightly. His head was pressed against my back and he was dead asleep.

In the distance, the sun was setting behind a city skyline. I could see a beachside highway lined with palm trees, storefronts glowing with red and blue neon, a harbor filled with sailboats and cruise ships.

My leg was back to normal, though I could still feel the Golden Fleece's power working on it.

Percy shook his head as salt water splashed his face.

"Miami, I think," Annabeth said. "But the hippocampi are acting funny."

Indeed. Our fishy friends had slowed down and were now whinnying and swimming in circles, sniffing the water. They didn't look happy. One of them sneezed.

"This is as far as they'll take us," Percy stated. "Too many humans. Too much pollution. We'll have to swim to shore on our own."

None of us were very psyched about that, but we thanked Rainbow and his friends for the ride. Tyson cried a little. He unfastened the makeshift saddle from the Birmingham wreck. He hugged Rainbow around the neck, gave him a soggy mango he'd picked up on the island, and said goodbye.

Once the hippocampi's white manes disappeared into the sea, we swam for shore. My leg was healed enough for me to swim and walk on it. The waves pushed us forward, and in no time we were back in the mortal world.

Porters bustled around with carts of luggage. Taxi drivers yelled at each other in Spanish and tried to cut in line for customers. If anybody noticed us—six kids dripping wet and looking like they'd just had a fight with a monster—they didn't let on.

Now that we were back among mortals, Tyson's single eye had blurred from the Mist. Grover had put on his cap and sneakers. Even the Fleece, which was still around me, had transformed from a sheepskin to a red-and-gold high school letter jacket with a large glittery Omega on the pocket.

Annabeth ran to the nearest newspaper box and checked the date on the Miami Herald. She cursed. "June eighteenth! We've been away from camp ten days!"

"That's impossible!" Clarisse said.

"Time travels differently in monstrous places," I reminded everyone.

"Thalia's tree must be almost dead," Grover wailed. "We have to get the Fleece back tonight."

Clarisse slumped down on the pavement. "How are we supposed to do that?" Her voice trembled. "We're hundreds of miles away. No money. No ride. This is just like the Oracle said. It's your fault, Jackson! If you hadn't interfered—"

"Percy's fault?!" Annabeth and I exploded. "Clarisse, how can you say that? You are the biggest—"

"Stop it!" Percy said.

Clarisse put her head in her hands. Annabeth stomped her foot in frustration, while I restrained myself from using some colorful words.

How could she say that? After all we did for her, too. And it was her fault we lost the Queen Anne's Revenge! If Clarisse had just kept her big mouth shut...

Then I thought about the boiler room of the CSS Birmingham and how Ares had yelled at Clarisse, warning her that she better not fail.

I don't know. I was still pissed off at her.