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Well, this was the last thing I expected. After all we've done and accomplished, we still couldn't just rest. Whatever.
"What was she thinking?" Annabeth wondered as we ran for the river.
The traffic was horrible. Everybody was out on the streets gawking at the war zone damage. Police sirens wailed on every block. There was no possibility of catching a cab, and the pegasi had flown away. Even the Party Ponies had disappeared, having taken most of the root beer in Midtown. So we ran, pushing through mobs of dazed mortals that clogged the sidewalks.
"She'll never get through the camp defenses," I said. "Peleus will eat her."
The Mist wouldn't fool Rachel like it would most people. She'd be able to find the camp no problem, and the magical boundaries wouldn't be able to keep her out, which would mean Peleus might attack.
"We've got to hurry." Percy glanced at Nico. "I don't suppose you could conjure up some skeletal horses."
Nico wheezed as he ran. "So tired...couldn't summon a dog bone."
"I can't believe Peg took off somewhere," I mumbled. I wondered if the Fates had recalled her or something.
Finally we scrambled over the embankment to the shore of the East River, and Percy let out a loud whistle.
Four wake lines appeared in the gray water, and a pod of hippocampi broke the surface. They whinnied unhappily, probably because the water was so damn filthy. They shook river muck from their manes. They were beautiful creatures, with multicolored fish tails, and the heads and forelegs of white stallions. The hippocampus in front was much bigger than the others—a ride fit for a Cyclops.
"Rainbow!" Percy called. "How's it going, buddy?"
He neighed, which sounded like a complaint. I couldn't blame him for being pissed. I wouldn't want to swim in that nasty ass water either.
"Yeah, I'm sorry," Percy said. "But it's an emergency. We need to get to camp."
Rainbow snorted.
"Tyson?" Percy said. "Tyson is fine! I'm sorry he's not here. He's a big general now in the Cyclops army."
"NEEEEIGGGGH!"
"Yeah, I'm sure he'll still bring you apples. Now, about that ride..."
In no time, Percy, Annabeth, Nico, and I were zipping up the East River faster than Jet Skis. We sped under the Throgs Neck Bridge and headed for Long Island Sound.
...
It seemed like forever until we saw the beach at camp. We thanked the hippocampi and waded ashore, only to find Argus waiting for us. He stood in the sand with his arms crossed, his hundred eyes glaring at us.
"Is she here?" Percy asked.
Argus nodded grimly.
"Is everything okay?" I asked.
Argus shook his head.
Percy and I looked at each other, nervously.
We followed Argus up the trail. It was surreal being back at camp, because everything looked so peaceful: no burning buildings, no wounded fighters. The cabins were bright in the sunshine, and the fields glittered with dew. But the place was mostly empty.
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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...
