Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians. If I did, I wouldn't be here.
I knew something much worse than getting stranded on the side of the road was going to happen when our bus broke down.
We were on a quiet stretch of highway, the kind of place you would never notice if you didn't stop there. The driver pulled the Greyhound over and told everyone to get off the bus. Stepping out, I froze when I saw what was across the street. Percy came up behind me, gazing across the road curiously.
On the other side of the highway, three old women sat at a fruit stand, knitting a giant pair of electric blue socks. The three old women were watching something—or someone. Horrified, I realized they had fixed their eyes on Percy.
Nonononono, NO! This is not happening!
The blood had drained from my face and in the back of my mind it registered that my nose was twitching while I tried to convince myself Percy was gonna be-
"Grover?" Percy interrupted my silent panic. "Hey, man—"
"Tell me they're not looking at you. They are, aren't they?" I asked, desperately hoping it wasn't true.
But knowing that it was.
"Yeah. Weird, huh? You think those socks would fit me?" Percy joked.
He wouldn't be joking if he knew.
"Not funny, Percy. Not funny at all."
Then the old woman in the middle took out a huge pair of golden and silver scissors.
My breath caught in my throat. Oh gods…
"Come on!" I pried open the doors and jumped inside, but Percy didn't follow.
Suddenly, the bus roared to life and outside I could hear the driver whoop and tell everyone to get back on board. Percy took his seat beside me, looking uneasy. I know I probably didn't appear any better with my teeth chattering and shaking. Steeling myself a little, I asked him what he saw at the fruit stand.
"The middle one took out her scissors, and she cut the yarn."
My heart stopped.
"You saw her snip the cord." I repeated faintly.
"Yeah. So?" he replied carefully.
I was mumbling at this point. It was always the 6th grade when monsters started coming after half-bloods. Why couldn't they ever get past 6th grade? I couldn't fail again, not like last time. Not as Percy Jackson's keeper.
Not as his friend.
"Let me walk you home from the bus station. Promise me." I said determinedly.
"Is this like a superstition or something?" He asked, but agreed to let me accompany him.
Great Pan, if only he knew…Those women were the fates Percy!
"Grover—that snipping of the yarn. Does that mean somebody is going to die?"
I didn't reply to this question either.
Because really, how do you tell your best friend he's going to die?
~AN~
Been a while since I've written a one-shot…Anyway the bold words are quoted from the book, or more specifically, someone's quoting of the book.
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