The Son of Death (Percy Jackson x Male Reader)

We Go To Kansas To Find Mr. D

After everyone had cleaned up, Coach Hedge took the helm and the demigods gathered below for dinner.  It was the first time we'd all sat down together, just the eleven of us.  We were under way, with a bunch of angry Romans behind us and the ancient lands ahead.  The giants would be waiting.  Gaea was rising.  And unless we succeeded in this quest, the world would be destroyed.  No pressure, right?  The others must've felt it too.  The tension in the mess hall was like an electrical storm brewing, which was totally possible, considering Percy's and Jason's powers.  In an awkward moment, the two boys tried to sit in the same chair at the head of the table.  Sparks literally flew from Jason's hands.  After a brief silent standoff, like they were both thinking, "Seriously, dude?", they gave the chair to Annabeth and sat at opposite sides of the table.

Leo: So where to now?  We did a quick repair job to get us out of the lake, but there's still a lot of damage.

Lucas: We should put down again and fix things right before we head across the Atlantic.

Percy was eating a piece of pie, which was completely blue.  Filling, crust, even the whipped cream.

Percy: We need to put some distance between us and Camp Jupiter.  Frank spotted some eagles over Salt Lake City.  We figure the Romans aren't far behind us.

YN: Even with Alexa manipulating the Mist... well, if Octavian is using the auguries, they'll still know our general location.

Piper: I don't suppose we should go back and try to reason with the Romans?  Maybe... maybe I didn't try hard enough with the charmspeak.

Jason took her hand.

Jason: It wasn't your fault, Pipes.  Or Leo's or Lucas'.  Whatever happened, it was Gaea's doing, to drive the two camps apart.

Piper: Maybe if we could explain that, though-

Annabeth: With no proof?  And no idea what really happened?  I appreciate what you're saying, Piper.  I don't want the Romans on our bad side, but until we understand what Gaea's up to, going back is suicide.

Hazel: She's right.

She still looked a little queasy from seasickness, but she was trying to eat a few saltine crackers.  The rim of her plate was embedded with rubies, and I'm pretty sure they hadn't been there at the beginning of the meal.

Hazel: Reyna might listen, but Octavian won't.  The Romans have honor to think about.  They've been attacked.  They'll shoot first and ask questions later.

Alexa: You're right.  We have to keep going.  Not just because of the Romans.  We have to hurry.

YN: Nemesis said we have only six days until Nico dies and Rome is destroyed.

Jason frowned.

Jason: You mean Rome Rome, not New Rome?

Hazel: I think so.  But that's not much time.

Percy: Why six days?  And how are they going to destroy Rome?

No one answered.

Piper: There's more.  I've been seeing some things in my knife.

I looked at her, confused.  Frank froze with a forkful of spaghetti halfway to his mouth.

Frank: Things such as...

Piper: They don't really make sense.  Just garbled images, but I saw two giants, dressed alike.  Maybe twins.

Annabeth stared at the magical video feed from Camp Half-Blood on the wall.  Right now it showed the living room in the Big House.  A cozy fire on the hearth and Seymour, the stuffed leopard head, snoring contentedly above the mantel.