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I explained everything about my meeting with the Fates as we drove away from the museum in the van. As expected, I got looks of total disbelief.
Zoë thought I was making things up at first, but Thalia and Grover believed me instantly. Bianca, I don't think even understood half of what I was saying.
"So you don't count in prophecies?" Grover asked. "That's...That explains our quest two years ago."
I nodded. "Yeah, it does."
"That's not even the shocking part," Thalia said. "You mean you're not bound to the Fates? Like, you really don't have a thread of life?"
"Yep. I don't. It's crazy, right?"
"It's insane. To think that the Fates of all things were tricked..."
"So thy parent is a Titaness," Zoë said. She almost looking sad for me, which was a bit confusing.
"Yeah. Either Mnemosyne or Phoebe," I stated. "Which makes me the first demigod to be born from a Titan. Or is it demititan for me?"
As we were crossing the Potomac, we spotted a helicopter that stopped all our conversations. It was a sleek, black military model just like the one we'd seen at Westover Hall. And it was coming straight toward us.
"They know the van," Percy said. "We need to ditch it."
Zoë swerved into the fast lane. The helicopter was gaining.
"Maybe the military will shoot it down," Grover said hopefully.
"The military probably thinks it's one of theirs," I said.
"How can the General use mortals, anyway?" Percy asked.
"Mercenaries," Zoë answered bitterly. "It is distasteful, but many mortals will fight for any cause as long as they are paid."
"But don't these mortals see who they're working for? Don't they notice all the monsters around them?"
Zoë shook her head. "I do not know how much they see through the Mist. I doubt it would matter to them if they knew the truth. Sometimes mortals can be more horrible than monsters."
The helicopter kept coming, making a lot better time than we were through D.C. traffic.
Thalia closed her eyes and prayed hard. "Hey, Dad. A lightning bolt would be nice about now. Please?"
But the sky stayed gray and snowy. No sign of a helpful thunderstorm.
"There!" Bianca said. "That parking lot!"
"We'll be trapped," Zoë said.
"Trust me."
Zoë shot across two lanes of traffic and into a mall parking lot on the south bank of the river. We left the van and followed Bianca down some steps.
"Subway entrance," Bianca explained. "Let's go south. Alexandria."
"Anything," Thalia agreed.
We bought tickets and got through the turnstiles, looking behind us for any signs of pursuit. A few minutes later we were safely aboard a southbound train, riding away from D.C. As our train came above ground, we could see the helicopter circling the parking lot, but it didn't come after us.
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Percy Jackson and the Olympians (Male Reader Insert)
Fiksi Penggemar(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...
