Summary – This is taken from Rick Riordan's The Lightning Thief, page 57
Summary – This is taken from Rick Riordan's The Lightning Thief, page 57.
Disclaimer – I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians. Most dialogue belongs to Rick Riordan.
The boy, about my age, Percy? His eyes were closed, but his eyes flitted around underneath his eyelids.
"Mrs. Dodds… Evil… math teacher…" he murmured, a thin line of drool escaping his lips. Black hair framed his face, and I brushed a strand of it off his forehead. Suddenly his eyes opened, and I was surprised to see that his eyes were a shocking sea green. They moved around sightlessly. Just as quickly as they opened, they closed. My hand flew to my heart in surprise. It beat fast. His voice mumbled something incoherent, and I leaned in closer to hear what he said. One word repeated over and over again. Mom. I know that my mom was Athena, goddess of wisdom, but Mom? All I knew was he fought the minotaur and lived. What was with his mom? But, who knows, and more importantly who cares? I put a spoonful of pudding in his mouth. If he really was a child of the Big Three, he would know what was going on.
This time, when his eyes opened, I was prepared. I scraped pudding off his chin, and leaned in closer.
"What will happen at summer solstice?" I asked, hopeful. Did he know? Please let him know…
Quickly, I look around. No one was in the room with us, making it safe to speak again. "What's going on? What was stolen? We've only got a few weeks!"
"I'm sorry," he croaked, still groggy. "I don't…"
Argus knocked on the door, so I shoved more ambrosia into his mouth, cutting him off.
"Come in!" I hoped my voice sounded light and innocent. Argus came in and looked at me strangely. Crap. I knew I should've let Dad sign me up for those acting lessons.
"It's time for my shift."
"Oh right. Okay then." I took one last look at Percy and realized something. Even with his drooling, and with the ambrosia pudding dripping over his bottom lip, he was pretty cute. But I only needed him for the quest. Nothing else. What was I thinking? No one would ever be as great as Luke. Not even this supposed Big Three's son…