take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die, i don't belong
𝖎𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 a mortal girl is thrown
into the godly world and forced to
save everyone before its too late.
[ percy jackson x oc ]
[ percy jackson & the olympians ]
[ the ligh...
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Marlowe woke up to Percy shaking her shoulder. "The truck's stopped," he said. "We think they're coming to check on the animals."
She groggily sat up, noticing a jacket lying over her body. She picked it up and shoved it in the backpack from Ares, wondering how it even got on her in the first place. She glanced at Percy, who blushed and looked away quickly.
"Hide!" Annabeth hissed.
She had it easy. She just put on her magic cap and disappeared. Grover, Marlowe and Percy had to dive behind feed sacks and hope they looked like turnips.
The trailer doors creaked open. Sunlight and heat poured in.
"Man!" one of the truckers said, waving his hand in front of his ugly nose. "I wish I hauled appliances." He climbed inside and poured some water from a jug into the animals' dishes.
"You hot, big boy?" he asked the lion, then splashed the rest of the bucket right in the lion's face. The lion roared in indignation.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," the man said.
Next to Percy, under the turnip sacks, Grover tensed. For a peace-loving herbivore, he looked downright murderous. He then glanced at Marlowe, who had her hand hovering over her bracelet, just about ready to shoot an arrow through the man's eye.
The trucker threw the antelope a squashed-looking Happy Meal bag. He smirked at the zebra. "How ya doin', Stripes? Least we'll be getting rid of you this stop. You like magic shows? You're gonna love this one. They're gonna saw you in half!"
The zebra, wild-eyed with fear, looked straight at Percy. There was no sound, but as clear as day, he heard it say: Free me, lord. Please.
Percy was too stunned to react.
There was a loud knock, knock, knock on the side of the trailer.
The trucker inside with them yelled, "What do you want, Eddie?"
A voice outside—it must've been Eddie's—shouted back, "Maurice? What'd ya say?"
"What are you banging for?"
Knock, knock, knock.
"Annabeth," Marlowe whispered, a small smile making its way onto her face.
Outside, Eddie yelled, "What banging?"
Their guy Maurice rolled his eyes and went back outside, cursing at Eddie for being an idiot.
A second later, Annabeth appeared next to Marlowe. She must've done the banging to get Maurice out of the trailer. She said, "This transport business can't be legal."
"No kidding," Grover said. He paused, as if listening. "The lion says these guys are animal smugglers!"
That's right, the zebra's voice said in Percy's mind.
