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Percy's POV
At least I got a good night's sleep before the quest, right?
Wrong.
That night in my dreams, I was in the stateroom of the Princess Andromeda. The windows were open on a moonlit sea. Cold wind rustled the velvet drapes.
Luke knelt on a Persian rug in front of the golden sarcophagus of Kronos. In the moonlight, Luke's blond hair looked pure white. He wore an Ancient Greek chiton and a white himation, a kind of cape that flowed down his shoulders. The white clothes made him look timeless and a little surreal, like one of the minor gods on Mount Olympus. The last time I'd seen him, he'd been broken and unconscious after a nasty fall from Mount Tam. Now he looked perfectly fine. Almost too healthy.
The Titaness Theia stood next to Kronos's sarcophagus, smiling at Luke, though it wasn't a motherly kind of smile, more like an amused expression someone would make to a cute puppy.
She looked exactly the same as the last time I'd seen her, which was two years ago, though she now wore a golden circlet on her head that sparkled in the moonlight.
"Our spies report success, my lord," Luke said. "Camp Half-Blood is sending a quest, as you predicted. Our side of the bargain is almost complete."
Excellent. The voice of Kronos didn't so much speak as pierce my mind like a dagger. It was freezing with cruelty. Once we have the means to navigate, I will lead the vanguard through myself.
Luke closed his eyes as if collecting his thoughts. "My lord, perhaps it is too soon. Perhaps Lady Theia, or Krios, or Hyperion should lead—"
No. The voice was quiet but absolutely firm. I will lead. One more heart shall join our cause, and that will be sufficient. At last I shall rise fully from Tartarus.
"We have our own tasks, Lucas," said Theia, sickly sweet. "What my lord brother wants, he will get."
"But the form, my lord..." Luke's voice started shaking.
Show me your sword, Luke Castellan.
A jolt went through me. I realized I'd never heard Luke's last name before. It had never even occurred to me.
Luke drew his sword. Backbiter's double edge glowed wickedly—half steel, half celestial bronze. I'd almost been killed several times by that sword. It was an evil weapon, able to kill both mortals and monsters. It was the only blade I really feared.
You pledged yourself to me, Kronos reminded him. You took this sword as proof of your oath.
"Yes, my lord. It's just—"
You wanted power. I gave you that. You are now beyond human. Soon you will rule the world of gods and mortals. Do you not wish to avenge yourself? To see Olympus destroyed?
A shiver ran through Luke's body. "Yes."
The coffin glowed, golden light filling the room. Luke covered his eyes due to how bright it was getting, but Theia was unfazed. In fact, her smile grew even bigger.
Then make ready the strike force. As soon as the bargain is done, we shall move forward. First, Camp Half-Blood will be reduced to ashes. Once those bothersome heroes are eliminated, we will march on Olympus.
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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...
