❝If you return to your old world, we will follow you, and we will destroy everything you love. This is your home now.❞
Percy's world didn't teach her about how obsessive a god's love would be. But when she was accidentally transported to this crazy...
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I wasn't planning updating cuz I still have more exams to do this week, but I failed my chem exam on friday 💖!!!!! Since I can't fuck off to stay at a spa resort again cuz I still gotta study, I've decided to cope with my failure by updating in hopes your lovely comments can distract me from the impending doom of my chem grade dropping once that stupid exam gets graded!!!! 💖
GROVER KNEW HE WAS ABOUT to have the nightmare of the century when the first person to appear in his dreams was Hera.
The second he saw her materialize in the fogginess of his dreams, he couldn't help but let out a feeble, "Oh no."
"Grover Underwood," her voice boomed.
Ohhh, why me? He despaired.
"Lady Hera," he acknowledged with the amount of enthusiasm one would greet a patch of mold growing on their walls. "What brings you to my, erm, dreams?"
Please leave, was what he really wanted to say.
He remembered Zeus' fury at his suspicions of his wife's supposed infidelity and the last thing he wanted was for people to find out that Hera was visiting him in his dreams.
She went straight to business. "You managed to make contact with Percy Jackson, correct?"
He nearly jumped at the mention of his best friend's name. "I—yes?" He stumbled over his words, shocked that she was even bothering to ask about her. Percy wasn't really in Hera's list of 'top ten demigods I'm cool with' after all. "I mean, it was really brief. We didn't get to talk much, a-and we got cut off. There was a god—"
"—I want you to try again," she demanded.
"I have been," he said, frustration evident in his voice. "But it's harder now. That god—whoever it was—is probably pissed I managed to reach her in the first place and now they're making it impossible for me to try and reach out to her again...!"
"But what if I had a god help you?" Hera said immediately.
Grover froze and looked at her. "...What?"
"A god is preventing you from reaching her through your dreams, but if you had a god help you break in—"
He bravely cut her off, "—No, I mean," he shook his head. "Why are you helping us find Percy? You... you hate her."
Hera hated bastards and demigods who caused trouble, and Percy was probably the most famous bastard in the world with a concerningly impressive talent of pissing gods off.
Hera's face turned cross and serious. "This is much bigger than such petty emotions," she hissed. "Percy Jackson is far too important for the future. You wouldn't understand, satyr. Just be grateful that I'm working hard to bring her home. Now do you want my help or not?"
