[P.J X M/Oc] (Percy Jackson x male oc)
Sammy Stripe, a minor god kid who's been in Cabin Eleven for as long as he could remember. He gets an opportunity to meet and heal the mighty kid who killed the Minotaur.
When he is relieved of his duties as th...
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|Honey and a Quest|
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Sammy made sure he had everything. He had written a checklist and checked it twice to make sure he had everything.
He also changed into clothes that weren't camp clothes. He wore light blue jeans, black and white old skool shoes, a short sleeve grey shirt with one inch yellow stripes, and paired with black cap.
He had his backpack and his leather brown medicine satchel. Chiron did give Annnabeth and Percy each a canteen of nectar and two ziploc bags of ambrosia squares.
But if a demigod ate too much, then they would get feverish. If they overdosed they would burn up like mortals if they were given the food of the gods.
Annabeth was bringing her magical Yankees cap and her favorite book about classical architecture that was written in Ancient Greek.
She was armed with her long bronze knife, but it was hidden in her shirt sleeve.
Grover was in full disguise. He had fake feet's and pants to hide his bottom goat half. He wore a green rasta-style cap, to hide the tiny tips of his horns.
The satyr's loud bring orange backpack was full of scrap metal and apples. In his pocket were a set of reed pipes.
Percy had his backpack, no doubt filled with extra clothes and toiletries. He didn't have any special things to take, other than the Minotaur horn. But that was a trophy.
Sammy said good-bye to the other campers and hiked up Half-Blood Hill to meet the tall pine tree that stood on top.
Sammy had everything he needed in satchel. His backpack was mostly filled with clothes and fidget toys.
His satchel has first-aid kit, ambrosia, nectar, and other normal and magical medicines. He had a pouch full of drachmas and a clip full of cash.
It was by no means all of his money. But he didn't know how much he would need, so he took what he thought would be good enough.
Chiron was waiting for them in hushed wheelchair. Next to him was Argus, who was wearing his chauffeur uniform.
"This is Argus," Chiron told me. "He will drive you into the city, and, er, well, keep an eye on things."
