Percy had been on a train station in London, just a few weeks after the Lightning Bolt incident. Annabeth had wanted to see some architecture here, so he'd gotten them three Hippocampus. Grover was buying some salad at the stand not too far from him.
Percy looked over to see a group of kids in a hustle with large suitcases and animals in cages. He arched a brow. Weird, he thought. But he shrugged it off.
"Oh, sorry," Someone had apparently bumped into him. He turned around to say, it was fine, but he saw the lightning scar on the boy's forehead. He looked at the boy.
He seemed mortal. But something was off about him, not his snow owl nor the luggages, though. He just felt... Off.
Percy stared back at the lightning scar on his forehead, and the words just fell out his mouth. "Zeus thought I stole that," The boy wore a confused look. Percy cursed himself in Ancient Greek, a little too loudly for the boy to hear and be more confused. "Sorry, what was that?" Percy shook his head. "Er— Nothing!" The boy looked like he was going to ask something else, but at that moment he heard Grover calling for his name and something about their train. "Uh, bye." And Percy was off, leaving the boy with the lightning scar to his own questions unanswered.
Short, I know. But it was a headcanon I made yesterday and I really liked it? So I thought "let's post it here!"