GOLD RUSH ↬ percy jackson x reader

THE MONSTER DONUT SAGA

I WAS NOT A CHILD OF ZEUS, THAT'S FOR SURE.

"Thermos!" a voice screamed as we hurtled toward the water. The wind's volume decided to be blockage for who was who in this plummeting perplexion we were trapped in.
"What?" Annabeth shouted back, holding on to the boat straps for dear life, her hair flying straight up like a torch.

Tyson understood what must have been Percy's command. He managed to open a duffel bag and take out a thermos without losing his grip on it or the boat.
Arrows and javelins whistled past us.

Percy grabbed the thermos. "Hang on!"
"I am hanging on!" I yelled back.
"Tighter!"
Percy hooked my feet under the boat's inflatable bench as Tyson grabbed Annabeth and me by the backs of our shirts. Instantly, a white sheet of wind jetted out of the thermos and propelled us sideways, turning our 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 we hit the ocean, we bumped once, twice, skipping like a stone, then we were whizzing along like a speed boat, salt spray in our faces and nothing but sea ahead.

I heard a wail of outrage from the ship behind us, but we 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 we raced over the sea, Annabeth and Percy tried to send an Iris-message to Chiron. We all figured it was important we let somebody know what Luke was doing, and they didn't know who else to trust.

The wind from the thermos stirred up a nice sea spray that made a rainbow in the sunlight-perfect for an Iris-message-but our connection was still poor. When Annabeth threw a gold drachma into the mist and prayed for the rainbow goddess to show us Chiron, his face appeared all right, but there was some kind of weird strobe light flashing in the background and rock music blaring, like he was at a dance club.

We told him 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 our end, he can't have heard much.

"Percy," Chiron yelled, "you 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. "Y/N shouldn't be— Annabeth, you shouldn't have let Percy leave camp! But if you do get the Fleece—"
"Yeah, baby!" somebody behind Chiron yelled. "Woo-hoooooo!"
The music got cranked up, subwoofers so loud it made our boat vibrate.

"—Miami," Chiron was yelling. "I'll try to keep watch—"

Our misty screen smashed apart like someone on the other side had thrown a bottle at it, and Chiron was gone.
"What was he saying about Y/N?" Percy asked Annabeth. Her eyes fell upon me, burning into me as she studied what she knew about my life at camp. But no answers arrived. We had never crossed paths. Our activities were different, we were certainly different people and our choice of friends couldn't be far from vast. Her company was the best in their trade, and mine was... various.

"I don't know." Annabeth said, which I'm sure is something she's rarely said before. "What is it with you? Is it... you know, true?"
Percy shot her a look of warning, a silent exchange between them.
"Yeah." I said. "I couldn't tell you what it means, but I do have dreams. They don't make any sense though."
Annabeth scowled, her thoughts so fast I could see them through her eyes. "What kind of prophecies do you see?"

I had to choose between telling the truth to someone who could see right through me, or embarrassing myself in front of someone who— let's be honest, I didn't want to be embarrassed in front of.
"Um... someone throwing a hairbrush? And your friend Grover, in a wedding dress."