¹ 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ! - [Percy Jackson.]

ACT I - 0.6

❝ NIGHT-BORN BEAUTY. HOW

SWEETLY SHE MELTS IN HER SIN. ❞

Percy and Grover had been elected to carry the Oracle back to the attic and judging by the disturbed looks on their faces, they weren't very happy about it which amused Lucena more than it probably should. She decided to go with them since she was headed to the Big House regardless.

"Watch her head!" Grover warned as they went up the stairs, but it was just a little too late.

Bonk! Percy whacked her mummified face against the trapdoor frame, causing dust to fly everywhere.

"Oh, for fuck sake, Percy," Lucena grumbled, trying to wave the dust away from her face as she coughed.

"I didn't mean to!" he defended himself before setting her down and looking for any damage. "Ah, man. Did I break anything?"

"I can't tell," Grover admitted.

"I'm sure she's fine," Lucena shrugged. "It's not like she can feel it. Isn't she, you know, kind of not alive?"

"Don't be insensitive!" Grover hissed, smacking her arm gently and she quickly apologized.

The boys hauled her up and sat her on her tripod stool, both of them huffing and sweating. Who knew a mummy could be so heavy?