Percy Jackson and the Olympians (Male Reader Insert)

I Jump Off a Cliff

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

It was now morning and the train had stopped. Grover had woken Percy and I up from the sleep Apollo had put us in.

We'd arrived on the outskirts of a little ski town nestled in the mountains. The sign said WELCOME TO CLOUDCROFT, NEW MEXICO. The air was cold and thin. The roofs of the cabins were heaped with snow, and dirty mounds of it were piled up on the sides of the street. Tall pine trees loomed over the valley, casting pitch-black shadows, though the morning was sunny.

I was freezing by the time we got to Main Street, which was about half a mile from the train tracks. As we walked, Percy told me about a dream he had—of him as Hercules being helped by Zoë Nightshade.

Well, that was mighty convenient after my conversation with her yesterday. Now, what I didn't expect was for Percy to mention the dragon Ladon, or the fact that Zoë had given Hercules the sword Anaklusmos, Riptide.

The mentioning of Ladon meant that Zoë was most likely one of the Hesperides, and that they were the daughters of the Titan Atlas. So that's who Zoë's father was...

However, Percy didn't seem to realize that the hero he had dreamed of was Hercules, and I decided not to tell him that because I'm sure Zoë wouldn't have wanted that.

Percy made me swear not to tell Zoë about his dream, so I couldn't ask her about that. Then again, if I did ask, she might get mad at me and that would ruin the peace we just made.

I really hated knowing things that other people didn't know and having to keep it a secret. It got tiring.

Luckily, Percy changed the subject when he included Grover in our conversation. He didn't tell him of his dream about Zoë but instead our talk with Apollo—how he'd told us to seek out Nereus in San Francisco.

Grover looked uneasy. "That's good, I guess. But we've got to get there first."

We stopped in the middle of town. You could pretty much see everything from there: a school, a bunch of tourist stores and cafes, some ski cabins, and a grocery store.

"Great," Thalia said, looking around. "No bus station. No taxis. No car rental. No way out."

"There's a coffee shop!" said Grover.

"Yes," Zoë said. "Coffee is good."

"And pastries," Grover said dreamily. "And wax paper."

Thalia sighed. "Fine. How about you two get us some food. Percy, (Y/N), Bianca, and I will check in the grocery store. Maybe they can give us directions."

We agreed to meet back in front of the grocery store in fifteen minutes. Bianca looked a little uncomfortable coming with us, but she did.

Inside the store, we found out a few valuable things about Cloudcroft: there wasn't enough snow for skiing, the grocery store sold rubber rats for a dollar each, and there was no easy way in or out of town unless you had your own car.

"You could call for a taxi from Alamogordo," the clerk said doubtfully. "That's down at the bottom of the mountains, but it would take at least an hour to get here. Costs several hundred dollars."

Percy bought a rubber rat for some reason. When I asked him why, he said because the clerk looked so lonely.

We headed back outside and stood on the porch.