¹ 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ! - [Percy Jackson.]

ACT III - 3.9

❝ THIS FREEDOM TASTES

LIKE ASHES. ❞

Okay, look - Lucena loved Percy, she really did. First as a friend, and then as something more. And while she knew that Percy was intelligent, he wasn't always smart. One example being when he decided it would be a good idea to sit on a god's throne. His dad's throne, but still.

The seat of Poseidon stood just to the right of Zeus's, but it wasn't as grand. The molded black leather seat was attached to a swivel pedestal, with a couple iron rings on the side for fastening a fishing pole (or, you know, a trident). Basically it looked like a chair on a deep-sea boat you would sit in if you wanted to hunt sharks or marlin or terrifying sea monsters.

He looked like a baby sitting on the huge throne, and her lip quirked up in a small amused smile.

"Please don't die," She said, standing in front of him with Annabeth and Grover, her arms crossed over her chest.

"I won't - "

And then, of course, the throne rumbled.

Oh, gods.

Percy seemed to wince, then it was silent for a few seconds.

"I'm sorry, father," He said. "I needed to get your attention."