Percy Jackson and the Golden Girdle This is a Percy Jackson Fanfic inspired by @soymochi for a competition and her OC, Shae Tresti (Ch. 2: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1049665819/ ) Here are some things to help understand the story: 1. * means a thought 2. This is based after Percy Jackson & The Last Olympian 3. Percabeth is the ship between Percy & Annabeth (betcha haven't guessed that!)
1 ᴍᴏʀᴏꜱ + ɢɪʀᴅʟᴇ = ᴅᴏᴏᴍ! ᴅᴏᴏᴍ! ᴅᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏᴍ! One never really expects a god to turn up to their High School, but that's what happened to me. My name is Percy Jackson and I'm a demigod. My dad's Poseidon (yeah, I know what you are thinking, Poseidon from Greek Myths! You know any other gods named Poseidon?) Being a Half-Blood is hard. Monsters are always turning up and trying to kill you. I once nearly got assassinated by my Maths teacher, Mrs. Dodds. Long story short: we figured out that I was framed and betrayed by a guy called Luke (he died, hehe). Anyways, I was staring awkwardly at the steak for lunch in the School Cafeteria, (Well if you can call it steak. It looked more like mud.) when the monotone of our headmaster, Mr. Grey announced my name on the loudspeaker. "Jackson? Percy Jackson please report to my office immediately." I picked up my lunch, feeling the eyes of a thousand students on me. Suddenly all the chatter and noise of the Cafeteria silenced, only the sound of sniggering and whispering followed me "What did you do?" one guy shouted. I ignored him. I'm normally a good student even though I'm dyslexic and have ADHD. Most demigods do. *Please say I'm not getting expelled,* I thought. *Mom's going to be so mad. This is the seventh school.* Not that I wasn't glad to leave this place, of course. I trudged up the stairs and the colourless door of the Principal's Office loomed out at me. "Headmaster Peter Grey" was written in a tidy scrawl on a frayed piece of paper pinned to the front. I raised my hand to knock, but realised it was already open. The door creaked open, and I stepped into the room. "Perseus Jackson?" a smooth voice said. "IDIDN'TDOIT," I blurted without thinking. A moment passed, then I realised that I was looking at one of the Twelve Olympians, Aphrodite herself. "Do what?" the goddess of love asked, her voice sweet as honey. "Uhhmm," I mumbled. Then she smiled at me, her teeth perfectly white. "Hbpht," I drooled. Aphrodite was seriously beautiful with those stormy grey eyes. Hmm, she looked quite a bit like Annabeth.... "I might have misplaced something earlier- find it or else we are all doomed," Aphrodite said dreamily. "Mrf," I agreed because I am sensible like that. "Snap out of it, Percy," another voice, (no it's not another Greek God) and I noticed for the second time that there was another figure in the room. "Hey, Seaweed Brain." "Holy Hephaestus- Annabeth!" I cried and rushed to her, all thought of Aphrodite was forgotten. Athena's daughter pretended not to care, but I knew that she was as exited as I was in meeting each other. "You are SOO cute together," Aphrodite cooed knowingly. Me and Annabeth blushed and broke apart. We were still new to this whole boyfriend-girlfriend thing. Then it struck me what Aphrodite had said. (No, not that Percabeth is adorable but about the lost magical item) "Doomed?" I said. Normally I would have criticised Aphrodite, but after 4 years of being a demigod, I was used to this kinda information. "Yes, dear," Aphrodite said twirling a strand of golden hair around one of her manicured fingers. The effect was hypnotising and I stared at the goddess's finger for a little too long, so Annabeth trod on my toes. Unnecessary. "Moros, Percy, Moros!" Annabeth shook me. I stared at her blankly. "Greek god of doom, doofus" "Oh." I said like it made a whole lot of sense. "So, what exactly did Aphrodite lose?" She sighed, melodramatically. "My Golden Girdle. It has the power to make anyone fall in love with the wearer." I frowned. "So basically Moros wants everone to adore him?" "No, Percy." Annabeth said grimly. "Recently Moros has escaped from Tartarus, with the help of his brothers and sisters and swears not to rest until all the Olympians are gone." "Oh, okay." I said. "But how does he make the gods vanish" "He's known for driving mortals mad, then leading them to their dooms," Aphrodite smiled sweetly, as if she was reciting a love letter. "And with the power of my girdle, he might even be able to defeat the gods. You know what they say! Love is even more powerful than Zeus!"
