Child of lightning-Percy Jackson X reader-Book two

And I'm free, free fallin'

Annabeth volunteered to go check it out alone. She tried to say that it made sense, her having her cap of invisibility and all that. Percy and I were quick to point out the fact that her plan was stupid. She kept trying to argue but in the end we would all go together, or nobody was going at all.

"Nobody!" Tyson voted. "Please?"

After a few minutes of convincing he eventually came along, nervously chewing on his enormous fingernails. We stopped at our room long enough to gather our stuff. We figured whatever happened, we would not be staying another night aboard the cruise ship straight out of Zombie-land.

As I checked to make sure Ether was still secured on my wrist Tyson grabbed up my bag. After taking a closer look I noticed he was carrying everyone's bags. Percy and I tried to convince him that he didn't need to do that but Annabeth just told us not to worry about it. She said that Tyson could carry three full duffel bags over his shoulder as easily as I could carry a backpack.

We sneaked through the corridors, following the ship's YOU ARE HERE signs toward the admiralty suite. Annabeth scouted ahead invisibly. We hid whenever someone passed by but most of the people we saw were just oblivious, brain dead zombie passengers. As we came up the stairs that led to deck thirteen, where the admiralty suite was supposed to be, Annabeth hissed. "Hide!" And shoved us into a supply closet.

Almost instantly after I heard a couple of guys walking down the hall.

"You see that Aethiopian drakon in the cargo hold?" One of them said.

The other laughed. "Yeah, it's awesome."

Annabeth was still invisible but she squeezed my arm so hard that it felt like it would fall right off. I got the feeling that she recognized that voice. The feeling that I should too. I couldn't quite place it though.

"I hear they got two more coming," the familiar voice said. "They keep arriving. At this rate, oh, man—no contest!"

The voices faded down the corridor.

"That was Chris Rodriguez!" Annabeth took off her cap and turned visible. "You remember—from Cabin Eleven."

I really didn't. There were so many undetermined kids hanging out in the Hermes cabin that sometimes it felt like they all just blended into one big mass of longing. I tried not to think about how many kids knew they were demigods but would never be able to put a name to their parent. It was just too sad.

I wasn't sure if Percy recognized the name either. All he said was, "what's another half-blood doing here?"

Annabeth shook her head, clearly troubled.

We kept trailing down the corridor. I can't exactly explain why but I didn't need to look at maps anymore. I could feel myself getting closer to Luke. Not just him though, it felt like I was getting closer to a presence. The presence of evil itself.

"Guys." Annabeth suddenly stopped. "Look."

She stood in front of a wall of glass looking down into the multistory mountain that ran through the middle of the ship. At the bottom was the Promenade—what looked like a mall full of shops. That wasn't exactly screaming something that would catch Annabeth's attention though.

No, a big group of monsters had assembled in front of the candy store: a dozen Laistrygonian giants like the ones who'd attacked us with dodgeballs, two hellhounds, and a few even stranger creatures—humanoid teenage girls with twin serpent tails instead of legs.

"Scythian Dracaenae," Annabeth whispered. "Dragon women."

The monsters made a semicircle around a young guy in Greek armor who was hacking on a straw dummy. Just then my panic level jumped. The dummy was sporting none other than an orange Camp Half-Blood T-shirt. As we all watched, the guy in armor stabbed the dummy through its stomach and ripped upward. Straw flew everywhere. The monsters cheered and howled like a stadium of fans would at a football game.