PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS: THE LIGHTNING THIEF ϟ
The only thing unsettling about his appearance was a thick white scar that ran from just behind his right eye to his jaw, like an old knife slash.
He walked funny, like every step hurt him, but don’t let that fool you. You should’ve seen him run when it was enchilada day at the cafeteria.
She glanced at the minotaur horn in my hands, then back at me. I imagined she was going to say, You killed a minotaur! or Wow, you’re so awesome! or something like that.
Instead she said, “You drool when you sleep.”
Look, I didn’t want to be a half-blood.