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The white flag was now half a mile away. It was being carried by a thirty-foot-tall giant with bright blue skin and icy gray hair.
"A Hyperborean," Thalia said. "The giants of the north. It's a bad sign that they sided with Kronos. They're usually peaceful."
Me, Percy, and Grover were all standing next to her. Thalia and I had woken Percy up from a nap to tell him that a Titan wanted to see him, under a flag of truce, bearing a message from Kronos.
"You've met them?" Percy asked.
"Mmm. There's a big colony in Alberta. You do not want to get into a snowball fight with those guys."
As the giant got closer, I could see three human-size envoys with him: a half-blood in armor, an empousa demon with a black dress and flaming hair, and a tall man in a tuxedo. The empousa held the tux man's arm, so they looked like a couple on their way to a Broadway show or something—except for her flaming hair and fangs.
The group walked leisurely toward the Heckscher Playground. The swings and ball courts were empty. The only sound was the fountain on Umpire Rock.
Percy looked at me. "The tux dude is the Titan?"
I shrugged. "It looks like it. I doubt the she-demon is, or the giant, or that traitor half-blood."
Grover looked nervous. "He looks like a magician. I hate magicians. They usually have rabbits."
Percy stared at him. "You're scared of bunnies?"
"Blah-hah-hah! They're big bullies. Always stealing celery from defenseless satyrs!"
Thalia coughed.
"What?" Grover demanded.
"We'll have to work on your bunny phobia later," Percy said. "Here they come." He turned to me. "(Y/N), I don't think you should be here. You're still recovering."
"I told you I feel fine," I said. "And there's no way I'm not going to watch this. If they try anything funny—"
"We'll also be here," Thalia stated.
The man in the tux stepped forward. He was taller than an average human—about seven feet. His black hair was tied in a ponytail. Dark round glasses covered his eyes, but what really caught my attention was the skin on his face. It was covered in scratches, like he'd been attacked by a small animal—a really, really mad hamster, possibly.
"Percy Jackson," he said in a silky voice. "It's a great honor."
His lady friend the empousa hissed at us. She'd probably heard how we'd destroyed three of her sisters last summer.
"My dear," the tux man said to her. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable over there, eh?"
She released his arm and drifted over to a park bench.
I looked at the armed demigod behind the tux man. I realized that it was Ethan Nakamura, the bastard who had stabbed me. Great. Now I would have to fight the temptation to slam his face into a tree. At least his nose looked like a squashed tomato. That made me feel a little bit better.
"Hey, Ethan," Percy said. "You're looking good."
Ethan glared at him.
"You're going to regret stabbing me," I said. "You better watch out, because I'm going to shove a—"
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Percy Jackson and the Olympians (Male Reader Insert)
Fanfiction(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...
