Percy Jackson and the Olympians (Male Reader Insert)

I Learn the Truth About My Existence

Character Information:
(Y/N): Your Name
(L/N): Last Name
(H/C): Hair Color
(E/C): Eye Color
(H/L): Hair Length
(S/C): Skin Color
(F/C): Favorite Color
(F/F): Favorite Food
(F/D): Favorite Drink

(Y/N)'s POV

Now, you might be thinking: How are three old ladies scary?

Well, you see, that's because they weren't just any three old ladies. These three controlled the lives of everyone in existence, even the gods.

"Step closer," said the woman in the middle.

I did as instructed. As I got closer, I realized that their appearances seemed to shift. At first they were old ladies, then dark silhouettes with shining white eyes, then hooded figures completely covered in black cloaks, then back to old ladies.

I moved until I was five feet away from them. I didn't know what to do or say.

The Fate on the left motioned for me to sit. "Take a seat, my dear."

"But there's not—" I turned and saw that a stone bench had appeared behind me. When did that happen? Still, I sat down.

As soon as I did, the Fates' forms changed. Three beautiful women sat in front of me. Now, while they were beautiful, they were still terrifying. Even more so than when they were old women.

The Fate in the middle was a woman with long platinum hair that fell freely down her back. She had pupil-less eyes that were pure white. Her cloak was pitch black.

Her sisters also wore the same cloak and had the same white pupil-less eyes. They looked so uncanny.

The Fate on the left had long black hair in a braid that fell down her right shoulder. The Fate on the right had dark gray hair that was in a high ponytail.

Despite the gray and platinum hair, they looked young. Extremely young. Like they were college-age girls.

"Do you like these forms better?" asked the Fate on the right, smirking slightly.

I tried my best not to stutter, remembering Themis's advice. "Yes, ma'am."

The Fate on the left touched her chest. "I am Clotho, the Fate of Birth and the one who spins the thread of life."

The one on the right said, "I am Lachesis, the Fate of Life and the one who decrees how long the thread of life will be."

And the one in the middle said, "I am Atropos, the Fate of Death and the one who cuts the thread of life."

I felt completely overwhelmed. It was so hard to keep myself from shivering. Their presence was hard to take in. Not even Theia had been this intense.

"You are (Y/N) (L/N)," Clotho told me. "You are fourteen-years-old and a demigod belonging to Camp Half-Blood."

"You have been trained by Chiron," said Lachesis, "and do not know who your godly parent is. You were brought to the camp when you were two years old and have stayed there all your life."

"And yet," Atropos put her hands together and leaned forward, staring at me intently, "we never created a thread for you."

I shifted uncomfortably. "What does that mean?" I asked, trying not to sound too demanding.

Atropos held up a pair of long and razor sharp scissors. Where did those come from? It weren't in her hand a second ago. "Let us see what happens, sisters."

The other two nodded their heads, smiling slightly.

I started to ask, "Wh-What are you—WHOA!"

I screamed and fell out of my chair, landing on the stone floor. She had just thrown the scissors at me!