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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Quintus pulled Percy aside as the council was breaking up.
"I have a bad feeling about this," he told Percy. Mrs. O'Leary came over, wagging her tail happily. She dropped her shield at Percy's feet, and he threw it for her. Quintus watched her romp after it.
"I don't like the idea of you going down there," he said. "Any of you. but if you must, I want you to remember something. The Labyrinth exists to fool you. It will distract you. That's dangerous for half-bloods. W e are easily distracted."
"You've been in there?"
"Long ago." His voice was ragged. "I barely escaped with my life. Most who enter aren't that lucky." He gripped Percy's shoulder. "Percy, keep your mind on what matters most. If you can do that, you might find the way. And here, I wanted to give you something."
He handed Percy a little silver tube. It was so cold he almost dropped it.
"A whistle?" Percy asked.
"A dog whistle," Quintus said. "For Mrs. O'Leary."
"Um, thanks, but—"
"How will it work in the maze? I'm not a hundred percent certain it will. But Mrs. O'Leary is a hellhound. She can appear when called, no matter how far away she is. I'd feel better knowing you had this. If you really need help, use it; but be careful, the whistle is made of Stygian ice."
"What ice?"
"From the River Styx. Very hard to craft. Very delicate. It cannot melt, but it will shatter when you blow it, so you can only use it once."
Percy thought about Luke, his old enemy. Right before he'd gone on his first quest, Luke had given him a gift, too—magic shoes that had been designed to drag him to his death. Quintus seemed nice. So concerned. And Mrs. O'Leary liked him, which had to count for something. She dropped the slimy shield at Percy's feet and barked excitedly. He felt ashamed that he could even think about mistrusting Quintus. But then again, he'd trusted Luke once.
"Thanks," Percy told Quintus. He slipped the freezing whistle into his pocket, promising himself that he would never use it.
Marlowe grabbed Annabeth's hand and dashed into the Athena cabin. She slammed the door shut and immediately started pacing the floor, tugging at her hair. The voices seemed to grow louder as she mumbled, telling them to shut up, but they didn't listen.
"Marlowe?" Annabeth asked with worry.
"I'm fine," she replied almost instantly. It had been a habit, something she had forced herself to start saying so people didn't think there was something wrong with her. The only problem was that they all saw right through her lies.
"Marlowe," Annabeth repeated, her voice more stern. She was sitting on her bed, but was ready to jump up and do whatever it took to make sure that her friend was okay.
