Percy Jackson x Male Reader The Sea of Monsters

I Take A Nap To A Bull Fight

Percy's POV

Mythologically speaking, if there's anything I hate worse than dodgeball playing giant cannibals, it's bulls. Last summer, I fought the Minotaur on top of Half-Blood Hill. This time what I saw up there was even worse: two bulls. And not just regular bulls-bronze ones the size of elephants. And even that wasn't bad enough. Naturally they had to breathe fire, too.

As soon as we emerged from the ground, on the one way dirt earth highway. Leaving us at the bottom of the hill, Annabeth with nothing but her backpack and knife, Y/n left with his dirk, and Tyson and me still in our burned-up-tie-dyed gym clothes.

"Guys, we've gotta move," said Annabeth, looking at the battle raging on the hill.

"Come on man, could you let a guy relax for one second!?"

I glanced back as I saw Y/n groggily collapse into Tysons arms. He looked exhausted, and beyond fatigued. I saw him look up at the hill eyes widening, and then shutting as he fell into unconsciousness. My first move was to go make sure he was ago, but Annabeth urged us forward. Tyson carrying Y/n in his arms, as we ran up the hill.

What worried me most weren't the bulls themselves. Or the ten heroes in full battle armor who were getting their bronze-plated booties whooped. What worried me was that the bulls were ranging all over the hill, even around the back side of the pine tree. That shouldn't have been possible the camp's magic boundaries didn't allow monsters to cross past Thalia's tree. But the metal bulls were doing it anyway.

One of the heroes shouted, "Border patrol, to me!" A girl's voice-gruff and familiar.

Border patrol? I thought. The camp didn't have a border patrol.

"It's Clarisse," Annabeth said. "Come on, we have to help her."

Normally, rushing to Clarisse's aid would not have been high on my "to do" list. She was one of the biggest bullies at camp. The first time we'd met she tried to introduce my head to a toilet. She was also a daughter of Ares, and I'd had a very serious disagreement with her father last summer, so now the god of war and all his children basically hated my guts.

She was in trouble. Her fellow warriors were scattering, ruining in panic as the bulls charged. The grass was burning in huge swathes around the pine tree. One hero screamed and waved his arms as he ran in circles, the horse-pair plum on his helmet blazing like a fiery Mohawk. Clarisse's own armor was charred. She was fighting with a broken spear shaft, the other end embedded uselessly in the metal joint of one bull's shoulder.

I uncapped my ballpoint pen. It shimmered, growing longer and heavier until I held the bronze sword Anakulsmos in my hands. "Tyson, stay here and guard Y/n. I don't want you taking any more chances."

"No!" Annabeth said, "We need him."

I stared at her. "He's mortal. He got lucky with the dodge balls but he can't-"

"Percy, do you know what those are up there? The Colchis bulls made by Hephaestus himself. We can't fight them without Medea's Sunscreen SPF 50,000. We'll get burned to a crisp."

"Medea's what?"

Annabeth rummaged through her backpack and cursed. "I had a jar of tropical coconut scent sitting on my night stand at home. Why didn't I bring it?"

I'd learned a long time ago not to question Annabeth too much. It just made me more confused. "Look I don't know what you're talking about, but I'm not going to let Tyson get fried."

"Percy-"

"Tyson stay back, protect Y/n." I raised my sword. "I'm going in."

Tyson tried to protest, but I was already running up the hill toward Clarisse, who was yelling at her patrol, trying to get them into phalanx formation. It was a good idea. The few who were listening lined up shoulder-to-shoulder, locking their shields to form an ox-hide-and-bronze wall, their spears bristling over the top like porcupine quills.