The sled half-landed half-crashed right in front of them. Percy decided this must be a weird dream. He pinched himself. Not dreaming. All Percy could do was watch as a red-clothed man covered in tattoos exited the sled, "Jack! We have to get going! The hoard fled after you left!"
Percy was not ashamed to admit that his mouth hung open. Of course, his usual train of thoughts went ahead of him. Santa is Russian? Santa exists? Santa is standing there? I'm probably on the bad list. I mean I may have made some things explode, but then again, I have saved the world twice. Does Santa even know of the Greek world? Does he know that I've saved the world? Wait... Stupid ADHD.
"I know," Jack Frost said, "But something happened... and he can see us." Santas' eyes went wide, "But he's at least 18 years old." "You know I'm standing right here?" Percy stated, reminded of the gods ignoring him.
They both stared at him, and Percy's natural response was, "What? Do I have something on my face?" Why is it not enough that Greek, Roman, Egyptian and Norse gods exist? Now there is Santa Claus and Jack Frost. Wait, what if there is more. What if every myth is true? No, no, no, I can't think of that. Deep breath. Why are they staring at me? Hades, they asked me something.
"What?" Percy asked and they both gave him a look, like he's losing it, and maybe he was. He was after all talking with Jack Frost and Santa. Percy coughed, "Sorry, ADHD." This obviously didn't help as they did not know what ADHD was. Percy sighed, "What?"
"You can see us?" tattooed Santa finally asked. Percy's hand went to his neck, trying to get rid of the headache he was doomed to archive. It was far too much information for his poor brain.
"Of course I can see you. It's not like you're invincible." Jack and tattooed Santa exchanged a look Percy recognized all too well. It was the Shall-we-tell-him -look. Percy facepalmed, "You are invisible."
They both nodded. "Then why can I see you?" Percy sighed, but the question was more directed at the universe than the two spirits. Percy, the genius he is, had already made a theory of why he can see them. His first theory was that it was because he was a demigod, but he quickly threw that away since if that was true, then he would at least have heard someone at the camp mention that Santa was real to one of the younger kids. So that landed him on his second theory. The Fates hates him. That was more likely.
Percy was so lost in his theory that he barely paid attention when Jack answered his previous question, "Usually children can see us because they believe in us. Most of them lose the ability to see us between the age of 6 and 10, though there are some rare occasions of 13. Do you believe in us?"
Percy shook his head, "I didn't, haven't for a long time, but I guess I don't have a choice now." Seeing is believing.
"Soo," Jack began, "Why can you see us?" "Don't ask me," Percy halfway groaned," But to be honest, this is not the weirdest thing that has happened to me in my life, not even the weirdest thing that has happened to me this past month."
"What's the weirdest thing that has happened to you?" Jack asked curiously. Percy sighed, "You could ask Santa there. If he really has a list of everyone, as the children's tale says, then he should have a list of my achievements." "What did you do?" The glinty in Jacks' eyes were dangerously near the Strolls-brothers. Santa found a tablet from a hidden pocket in his coat, and he probably found his name because he read, "Got your class to swim with a shark, fired a war cannon at the school bus, blew up some schools, blew up St. Helena when he was fourteen, eh, its pages long."
Percy avoided their confused stares to the best of his ability. "How did you blow up St. Helena?" Jack inquired. Percy's hand went to the back of his neck again, "I didn't mean for it to blow up, or to go MIA," the last part he mumbled under his breath. "Anyways," he said a bit too loud, "What was the thing with the horse?"
"What horse?" asked Santa. Jack avoided Santas eyes, "I was following the Nightmare that escaped and we fought. And then Percy appeared and talked it into calming down. There was a bright light and I don't know. It wasn't really a Nightmare anymore. Its appearance had changed. After they talked some more it disappeared.
"He talked to the Nightmare?" Santa gaped and Jack nodded. They both looked at him, and this time Santa asked him, "You talked to a Nightmare?" Truth or half-truth? "I can talk to horses."
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Percy Jackson and the Guardians of Childhood_PJO/RotG (2nd draft)
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