A Son From Lands Unknown (PJO x Male Reader)

The Labyrinth in Al Capone's Abode

(Y/N) looked at the positions of the pieces, trying to find a way out of Annabeth's checkmate, but there was none to be found. He leaned back in his chair and began rubbing his thumb against his curled index finger as he pondered.

"Fine," he eventually said. "If we can make a deal, I'll help you. My services aren't free."

"I didn't expect them to be," Annabeth replied. "What's your price? My soul?"

(Y/N) shook his head. "Deals in souls are for those we know we'll lose, and you still have far too many choices to make. No, my price is twofold. First, you are to tell me the prophecy governing this quest. In full. None of this 'I can't remember' or 'I'll keep something obscured' shit. You want my help, you tell me everything. Second is memory. There will come a time when you or someone else wants you to remember something. When that day comes, you will be unable to recall; all you will see, all you will remember, is this very moment."

(Y/N) extended his hand, a golden flame wrapped around his palm. "So, Annabeth Chase, do we have a deal?"

Annabeth looked at (Y/N) with caution. "What memory will you take?" she asked.

"That's for me to decide, and you to find out," (Y/N) said. "Now, do we have a deal or not?"

Annabeth remained cautious. She weighed her options carefully before coming to a decision. She reached out and grabbed (Y/N)'s hand before shaking it. As she did, the golden flames bounced from (Y/N)'s arm onto hers. It was warm, but did not feel like it was going to burn her.

"Deal."

A wicked smile plastered across (Y/N)'s face. A sharp pain shot down Annabeth's arm, beginning from her right hand. She let out a yelp of pain and surprise while (Y/N)'s arm tensed. Annabeth's arm suddenly went numb as (Y/N) let go, chuckling to himself before quoting the prophecy, as if he had ripped it straight from Annabeth's mind.

"You shall delve in the darkness of the endless maze.

The dead, the traitor, and the lost one raise.

You shall rise or fall by the ghost king's hand.

The child of Athena's final stand.

A half-blood owned by vengeful wraith

And one to pay the price of faith.

Destroy with a hero's final breath,

And lose a love to worse than death." (Y/N) quoted.

"How did you..." Annabeth muttered.

"I told you I wouldn't accept anything less than the full truth, Annabeth," (Y/N) said. "Only natural I take it directly from the source. Now, give me a few minutes to change and make a few calls. I'm not about to wear Saville Row into the Labyrinth."

Several minutes later, (Y/N) walked out of his office wearing a much more casual outfit. Rather than suit trousers and a cotton dress shirt, as the others had grown so accustomed to, he was wearing light-washed jeans, a black and gold AC-DC shirt, black boots with golden zippers on the side, a golden-yellow button-down shirt unbuttoned over top of the AC-DC shirt, and a black beanie with gold-colored stitching to obscure his horns. He had a black duffel bag of supplies on his back, and if one were to look, the only indication that he wasn't human would be his eyes, which were still gold with black sclera.

"Well, that's not the look I was expecting," Percy said. "Are you sure you're over-"

"Not... a word," (Y/N) warned, not wanting to hear it from the son of Poseidon.