A PJO/MR Crossover (Sidenote: I wrote this story when I was 16. It is kind of cringey and cliche, so read at your own risk)
During a date with Annabeth after the Giant War, mysterious men kidnap Percy Jackson. Injured and near death, the two are ca...
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3rd Person POV It was a rainy, dark day on Mount Olympus. The building that was once so populated and cherished, now lay completely bare. Ever since the end of the Giant War, it had been unnecessary for meetings.
The only two occupying the place for weeks on end were two goddesses. One tied up and being tortured, and the other a torturer.
It was a good place for dirty work these days. The other gods and goddesses never visited anymore. Trying to catch up after so much destruction meant these beings were busy. Most of them were off doing their duties behind the Mist like before, without a clue.
Hecate would be doing the same, but she was trapped. Bindings made to restrain even the most powerful of beings wrapped around her figure. She was tied to a chair full of spikes, her skin being pierced from every direction. Golden ichor poured from her wounds, weakening her all the more. The goddess standing above her was angry and cold. She whipped her victim repeatedly, interrogating her with precision and knowledge.
"Your powers are growing inadequate," the goddess of wisdom said cruelly. "Percy Jackson has escaped! Why was he able to summon those pegasi?!"
In anger, Athena slapped the weak goddess's face.
"I don't answer to you," Hecate croaked, wincing slightly. She didn't know long she'd been trapped in Athena's temple. Every day felt like a millennia, which was saying something for an immortal.
"You might be unwilling, but that sea scum's powers will remain stripped! I gave you the orb! The whitecoats are in my control!" Athena spat, her eyes dark with contempt. "You are my puppet now."
"There's something wrong with you," Hecate said, vision fuzzy. "Ever since coming back from the Underworld, you've been influenced by darkness. You need to be cleansed."
"I have what I've always needed. Clarity. The world is destructive and spontaneous, but I can make it better. Knowledge is the key to power, and it is what mortals need. Forget the Mist and the hiding! The facility that once held Percy Jackson are getting closer to the truth now, but he escaped. You let him escape! Dr. Mallory held a purpose and truth, but she was murdered in cold blood. Perseus murdered her, and it's all because of you! And now he's with that Raven bitch!"
This was news to Hecate. She thought Percy had escaped alone, and not with someone else. Admittedly, she did lessen her powers a bit, behind Athena's back. It was why Percy was able to summon backup from those pegasi. She knew that something was wrong with the wisdom goddess, and wanted to see Perseus succeed.
It was as if Athena was seeing through a camera, watching everything unfold. Hecate could see what Athena saw if she concentrated with her magic, but it was getting harder. Someone had a hold on Athena, feeding her information and images.
"You said Percy was alone. What bitch are you referring to, might I ask?" Hecate said sourly.
"One of Apollo's many daughters," Athena spat. "He knows too much. Soon, he will be singing his last haiku."
"I will not help you! I'm not going to murder our family!" Hecate shouted, a tear shining down her face.
Athena put her hands around Hecate's throat, hissing in her ear. " If Percy Jackson makes it to Camp Half Blood, you won't have a choice." ************************** So, now you know. I'm going to be dropping clues throughout the story like this, but there's more to this than what it seems.
Comment your thoughts/opinions. Did I surprise you?
