A Friend And Two Enemies

"Daughter of Athena, who do you think will be the next three?" Clotho asked, but it seemed mocking.

"Judging from how you've been picking, it'll be a demigod, a mortal, and a god," Annabeth said. "I thought I had some overall idea, but after Hermes, I have none."

Lachesis grinned. "You're close, I will admit that. The Primordials requested us to bring three demigods, three mortals, and three immortals for the first Season, but onwards it will be a random choice as to who gets summoned."

Clotho grabbed a Thread and went to work. I honestly didn't even want to fight it (yet) because this was the type of moment where I would need a plan.

The Fates Wove the black Thread then set it on a chair, and from its glow, Hazel materialized, laying on her stomach.

At 18 years old, Hazel was a woman, however, I did feel guilty that she was here with us. After Tartarus kidnapped me, I watched him use his newfound Powers over the Earth to find Hazel, where she lived with Frank. Of course, I was powerless as he swallowed them into abbys.

Ignoring all the depressive thoughts, Hazel is a beautiful woman, there is no denying that. With brown-red hair, dark gold eyes, and ebony skin, she looked like she came out of a sexy fantasy. She wore a floral bikini, and while she may not be top heavy, I could see the way her thong dug into her ass, she certainly was bottom heavy.

You're a loyal man, Perseus Jackson. I thought to myself. Get a hold of yourself and help your close friend acclimatize instead of fucking ogling her globes!

Before I could say anything, Clotho grabbed another Thread, and went to work.

Out came Gabe.

What the fuck.

What the actual fuck.

I backed up in horror.

Before I could do anything, Clotho grabbed another Thread, then she went to work.

I stood up in anger, and I walked up to Gabe.

Just as I was about to grab his stupid ass and beat him up, The Fates stopped me, and I couldn't move.

"We understand your anger," Lachesis said. "Trust that we will punish him accordingly."

I turned to them. "TRUST? YOU DARE SPEAK TO ME ABOUT TRUST?"

I was about to beat the Fates up, but my mom's whimper stopped me, and I immediately went to go console her.

After a moment, I chose to look at the last Contestant.

She had a hat on, but I could recognize that hissing sound anywhere, along with that curvaceous body.

Medusa.