Percy Jackson and the Golden Girdle This the SECOND chapter of a Percy Jackson Fanfic because there was no room in the first; inspired by @soymochi for a competition and her OC, Shae Tresti (Ch. 3: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1049665819/ Ch. 1: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1047083684/ ) Here are some things to help understand the story: 1. Nectar is the drink of the gods 2. Cabin Twelve is Dionysus's children's cabin. 3. Shae and Percy are around the same time
2 ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅᴅᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜰʟᴜꜱʜᴇꜱ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀ ᴛᴏɪʟᴇᴛ. ʏᴀʏ "Uh," interrupted. "I'm pretty sure no one says that." "I'm over three hundred thousand years old, and you are just a teenage demigod," Aphrodite clarified. "Okay, but how exactly did Moros get the girdle?" I asked Aphrodite, knowing very well that it was something to do with a handsome dude. The goddess blushed. "Well, I was at the Hearth Tavern, a bar owned by Hestia of course, ordering a hot nectar, when this guy walked in. And he was GORGEOUS, in that emo way, with those eyes, GODS those eyes..." "Don't get carried away," Annabeth snapped. "Oh, right." Aphrodite looked disappointed. "Anyways, he asked me for a favour- to borrow my girdle." "And you GAVE it to him!?" I interrupted. Aphrodite looked sheepishly at us. "How could I have refused those cheekbones!?" Annabeth slapped her forehead. The goddess plainly ignored her. "In case this quest it too hard for you, I also have another demigod and a certain satyr joining you on this quest." "GROVER!" Annabeth and I shouted. Oh boy! This was going to be like the old times! "Wait- Aphrodite," Annabeth said. "Who's the half-blood?" "Thalia? Nico di Angelo?" I asked. "Hope not Clarisse." "I forgot her name, but this might ring a bell! Teal hair, daughter of Dionysus? No?" the love goddess prompted. "Lets see...short, hates colour white, likes cows and mountain dew..." Annabeth frowned. "You mean Shae Tresti? Cabin Twelve? Energetic?" "Yes, yes, SHAE! That's the name!" Aphrodite said. "Nice girl, sense of fashion! That's some of the reasons I have put her with you guys!" I blinked. "Say what now?" Annabeth waved her hand dismissively. "Come with me." Aphrodite beckoned for us to follow. We exited the headmaster's office and ended up in... "The toilets," I said unimpressed. "Yup!" said Aphrodite. "Now step in one." I refrained from shouting "Are you crazy!?" because it's never a good idea to call a god the "C" word. "For the love of Zeus, I am NEVER going in one of those," I backed away. "Come on! Don't be a σαλιγκάρι!" Annabeth shouted. (Pronounced Sa-lin-gary, Greek for "snail") Annabeth's just SO nice and considerate. About five minutes later, I found myself ankle deep in sewage water. "Ew," I whined. "This is so gross. Are you sure that this will work? Or is this a joke?" *Some joke* I thought. The toilet water was seeping into my socks. I complained once again. "Can't Annabeth go first?" "Since you are already in the toilet, you may as well get flushed down first," Annabeth said. Then an idea struck her. "Ooooh! Can I push the handle!?" her face lit up like a little kid when they're offered candy. Thanks a lot, girlfriend. Reeeally sticking up for me. "I would let you, honey, but the magic might not work and Percy will be drenched in lavatory water." Aphrodite wrinkled her perfect nose. I could tell Annabeth was imagining me soaked head-to-foot in sewage. She couldn't WAIT to embarrass me. "I'll just take the risk," Annabeth shrugged, stepping forwards. "Uh, uh, Wise Girl," I said. "Do you think I'd enjoy being covered in THAT?" I pointed to the murky brown water I was standing in. "It would suit you," she said. Aphrodite finally decided to take over. "I'll just flush the toilet. Hold your nose, dear!" And so I held my nose, feeling like the world's biggest fool. "On three," the love goddess said. "One, two, THREE!" She pushed the handle, and my last thought was: *I wonder what we are going to have for dinner?* (If Annabeth knew, she would critisize me every day of my life; Hi Percy, remember that day you got flushed down the toilet while thinking about food?) before I got sucked into the deep, dark, smelly world of toilets.
