Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians in any way shape or form. Credit for the Percy Jackson characters and plot goes to Rick Riordan. You all know the story of the greatest hero there ever was: Percy Jackson. Well, what if P I caught up to Grover as he was frantically pounding on the door of a cabin. The door flew open, and a woman who I assumed was his mother was standing in the doorway. Behind her we could see the silhouette of a boy.
Percy's mom whirled around to face him. What didn't you tell me? Percy didn't respond, he just stood there staring at Grover. Didn't you tell her? Tell me now! Percy stammered out a story of Mrs. Odds and some creepy old ladies he saw cut a string. Grover and Percy took off towards a Camaro as I turned towards his mom.
I nodded glumly. Chiron's been watching him all year. He still doesn't know what he is though, so he might have a chance. What's after him?
I just happened to be going to Yancey. We heard it bellow again, much closer this time. The Camaro tore down the road, going as fast as Percy's mom dared go. Time seemed to crawl with my ADHD and the stressfulness of the situation.
I mean, we've never met in person. But she knew I was watching you. Making sure you were okay. That seemed to comfort Percy a little bit. From the waist down, my best friend is a donkey -". There are Satyrs who would trample you underhoof for such an insult! I stopped listening to their conversation at this point. My leg was killing me where the dracaena had sliced me with her spear. All the running was not good for it, it had split open at one point and was starting to soak my jeans.
