We Visit the Garden Gnome Emporium

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Two things!

One: I have picked the ships for this story already, and it will certainly not be incest. This is NOT a Triton/Percy fic, it's NOT. Do not request it again.

Two: the next person to tell me to update delays the posting by a week. Saying you look forward to what happens next is fine, but being told constantly to update is annoying. I get them here more than both the other sites I post on combined.

Anyways, I'm glad you guys are enjoying the story.

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It was nice to know the Gods were out there. It gave you someone to blame for all the things that went wrong. A completely random example, totally random I promise, like if you were walking away from a bus that was just attacked by monster hags and blown up by lightning, and it was raining on top of everything else, most people might think that was just really bad luck; but when you were a Half-Blood and knew the gods, you understood it was really some divine force (cough Zeus and Hades cough) trying to mess up your day.

The three of us were walking along the shore of the New Jersey riverbank. It was muddy and smelled gross and just overall sucked. I could hear some of the fish in the water and I really wanted to break open a sand dollar or something to improve the water.

We were plenty close enough that I really just wanted to just go through the river, but I doubted the other's would be happy about that.

Grover was shivering and braying and just generally freaked out still. "Three Kindly Ones. All three at once." He mumbled, eyes full of terror.

Annabeth was still tugging us along insisting that the farther away we got, the better.

"Do you guys have anything else on you?" I asked.

"What?"

"I still have my bag, and my own money, but the money camp gave us was in your bag, and most of our snacks were in Grover's. Plus, both of you guys' clothes."

She huffed, "Well, maybe if you hadn't decided to jump into the fight—"

"I was not going to leave," I snapped. "Besides, it was your knife versus three Erinyes wit-"

"Don't say their names," Grover moaned.

"-with whips." I continued. "They have loads more experience than you, and I wasn't about to let you guys get hurt, or killed."

"You didn't need to protect me, Percy. I would've been fine."

"Sliced like sandwich bread," Grover put in. "But fine."

"Shut up, goat boy," said Annabeth.

Grover brayed mournfully. "Tin cans... a perfectly good bag of tin cans."

I sighed, relieved as the scorching sensation faded entirely thanks to the rain.

I raised my hand to arc the rain over us.

Annabeth blinked, "How are you doing that?"

"Rain is water," I pointed out. "It's not that hard."

Okay so it was kinda hard and took me a lot of practicing on the fire escape of my building and I only really got it down discreetly at Yancy. But not the point.

She looked like she wanted to say something but faltered and bit her lip.

It took another few minutes before she spoke again.

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