It was 2006. Or was it 2007? Feels like forever ago. I do remember for a fact it was around mid summer. There was a field trip to the Metropolitan Museum we were heading to...
Avery: "Y/n, wake up, we're here."
I force my eyes open, looking out the bus window at the museum. I stretch and sit up. Another day, another step closer to being done with it all.
Y/n: "Should've just let me sleep."
Avery: "Mom would kill me if I let that happen again."
I grumble, standing up and stretching as we begin filtering out of the bus. My brother was a year younger than me but was wicked smart, so he managed to get himself bumped up a year. He was also a massive braggart, so I never heard the end of it. We met up with my two buddies Percy and Grover as the congregation followed our history teacher Mr. Brunner through the museum. Percy was my age, with scruffy black hair and sea green eyes. He was a textbook Yancy student. ADD, dyslexic, impulsive, but a good guy. One I was happy to call my friend. Grover was, as far as I could tell, in his mid teens. Freckles and the smallest hint of facial hair. He was also a cripple. Though this didn't seem to slow him down when enchiladas were in the equation. Percy kept an eye on him saying he was an easy target for bullies. They were both good people, and the three of us together made up the weird kids. But that was fine with me, I didn't care what anyone really thought about me there.
Y/n: "Hey guys. How's it hanging?"
Percy: "about the same as it always is. You?"
Y/n: "Peachy. Ready to look at stuff I got no clue about."
Grover gives a small smile. I mess with a small fidget toy as we approach a big pillar, a sort of grave marker according to Mr. Brunner. I tried to pay attention to what he was saying about the carvings, but between everyone talking and my own lack of an attention span, I faded in and out. I was suddenly brought back as I heard Percy say something to some girl snickering behind us.
Percy: "Will you shut up!?"
Seems he said that a bit too loud, because now everyone was looking at him. I knew they didn't like each other, but I paid the girl no mind. Seems the attention was what she wanted because she left me alone because of it. Both shaperones locked into him, but fortunately Mr. Brunner decided to handle it first. He was a cool teacher and did a lot of fun stuff in his curriculum, and the only one I knew that had the patience to help Percy through his issues. He was someone I could always count on for actual help and understanding when it was needed.
Mr. Brunner: "Mr Jackson. Did you have a comment?"
Percy: "No sir."
Mr. Brunner: "Perhaps you can tell us what this picture represents?"
I looked at it. It seemed familiar, but I couldn't place it. Percy had it on lock though.
Percy: "That's Chronos eating his kids, right?"
Mr. Brunner nods, but had more questions for this small trivia game it seemed.
Mr. Brunner: "And he did this because..?"
Now that I knew the topic, I remembered what he was talking about. Chronos received a prophecy that his kids would overthrow his rule, so he ate them to prevent that from happening. When Zeus was born, his mother hid him away until he was old enough. He fed Chronos a drink that made him vomit up his siblings.
Percy: "Chronos was the king god-"
Mr. Brunner: "God?"Percy: "-Titan. He didn't trust his kids, who were the gods, so Chronos ate them right? But his wife hid baby Zeus and gave Chronos a rock to eat instead. Later when Zeus grew up, he tricked his dad into barfing up his brothers and sisters."
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I'm just a man (Percy Jackson & the Olympians X male reader)
Historical FictionA photo. Strange how something so simple can mean so much to someone. It means the world to me. These were the people who changed my life forever. Sit down my friend, I have a saga of my own to share. A saga about how being in the right place at the...