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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"Thermos!" Percy screamed as they hurtled toward the water.
"What?" Annabeth must've thought Percy had lost his mind. She was holding on to the boat straps for dear life, her hair flying straight up like a torch.
"Just hold on," Marlowe yelled over the wind, gripping onto the tiny boat tighter.
Tyson understood what Percy had meant. He managed to open my duffel bag and take out Hermes's magical thermos without losing his grip on it or the boat.
Arrows and javelins whistled past them.
Percy grabbed the thermos and hoped he was doing the right thing. "Hang on!"
"We are hanging on!" Annabeth yelled.
"Tighter!"
Percy hooked his feet under the boat's inflatable bench, and as Tyson grabbed Annabeth, Marlowe and Percy by the backs of their shirts, Percy gave the thermos cap a quarter turn.
Instantly, a white sheet of wind jetted out of the thermos and propelled them sideways, turning their downward plummet into a forty-five-degree crash landing.
The wind seemed to laugh as it shot from the thermos, like it was glad to be free. As they hit the ocean, they bumped once, twice, skipping like a stone, then they were whizzing along like a speed boat, salt spray in their faces and nothing but sea ahead.
Marlowe heard a wail of outrage from the ship behind her, but they were already out of weapon range. The Princess Andromeda faded to the size of a white toy boat in the distance, and then it was gone.
As they raced over the sea, Annabeth and Percy tried to send an Iris-message to Chiron. They figured it was important they let somebody know what Luke was doing, and they didn't know who else to trust.
Marlowe spent her time wrapping her hair—its length had doubled since the first time she used her powers—around her thigh and humming the lakes by Taylor Swift. She had gotten quite good at healing wounds with her Rapunzel-like hair and liked to think that she was catching up to Will's abilities.
Tingles ran through her body as she took a deep breath, unraveling her hair and watching as the wound began to close by itself. She looked over at saw Percy and Annabeth talking to Chiron through an Iris-message.
They were in the process of telling the centaur about sneaking away from camp, and Luke and the Princess Andromeda and the golden box for Kronos's remains, but between the noise on his end and the rushing wind and water on their end, Marlowe not sure how much he heard.
"Percy," Chiron yelled, "you and Marlowe have to watch out for—"
His voice was drowned out by loud shouting behind him—a bunch of voices whooping it up like Comanche warriors.
"What?" Percy yelled.
"Curse my relatives!" Chiron ducked as a plate flew over his head and shattered somewhere out of sight. "Annabeth, you shouldn't have let Percy and Marlowe leave camp! But if you do get the Fleece—"
