Percy Jackson and the Child of Victory (Annabeth Chase x Reader)

My Friends Get New Wings

~~~~~Y/N's PΩV~~~~~~

 "This way!" Rachel yelled. "Why should we follow you?" Annabeth demanded "You led us straight into that death trap!" "It was the way you needed to go," Rachel said. "And so is this. Come on!" Annabeth didn't look happy about it, but she ran along with the rest of us. Rachel seemed to know exactly where she was going. She whipped around corners and didn't even hesitate at crossroads. Once she said, "Duck!" and we all crouched as a huge axe swung over our heads. Then we kept going as if nothing had happened.

I lost track of how many turns we made. We didn't stop to rest until we came to a room the size of a gymnasium with old marble columns holding up the roof. I stood at the doorway, listening for sounds of pursuit, but I heard nothing. Apparently we'd lost Luke and his minions in the maze.

Then I realized something else: Mrs. O'Leary was gone. I didn't know when she'd disappeared. I didn't know of she'd gotten lost or been overrun by monsters or what. She'd saved our lives, and I hadn't even waited to make sure she was following us.

Ethan collapsed on the floor. "You people are crazy." Kyle leaned against the wall. Ethan pulled off his helmet. His face gleamed with sweat. Annabeth gasped. "I remember you two! You were some of the undetermined kids in the Hermes cabin, years ago."

He glared at her. "Yeah, and you're Annabeth. I remember." "What—what happened to your eye? and...your arm" Ethan and Kyle looked away, and I got the feeling that was one subject neither would like to discuss.

"You must be the half-blood from my dream," Percy said. "The one Luke's people cornered. It wasn't Nico after all." "Who's Nico?" "Never mind," Annabeth said quickly. "Why were you trying to join up with the wrong side?" Ethan sneered. "There's no right side. The gods never cared about us. Why shouldn't I—"

"Sign up with an army that makes you fight to the death for entertainment?" Annabeth said. "Gee, I wonder." than struggled to his feet. "I'm not going to argue with you. Thanks for the help, but we're out of here." He took Kyle's hand (oh? homosexuals? Yas)  "We're going after Daedalus," Percy said. "Come with us. Once we get through, you'd be welcome back at camp."

"You really are crazy if you think Daedalus will help you." "He has to," Annabeth said. "We'll make him listen." Ethan snorted. "Yeah, well. Good luck with that." Percy grabbed his arm. "You're just going to head off alone into the maze? That's suicide." He looked at him with barely controlled anger. His eye patch was frayed around the edges and the black cloth was faded, like he'd been wearing it a long, long time. "You shouldn't have spared me, Jackson. Mercy has no place in this war." Kyle looked at me and just nodded. Then they ran off into the darkness, back the way we'd come.

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~~~~~Annabeth's PΩV~~~~~

we were so exhausted we made camp right there in the huge room. Percy found some scrap wood and we started a fire. Shadows danced off the columns rising around us like trees. "Something was wrong with Luke," I muttered, poking at the fire with my knife. "Did you notice the way he was acting?" "Like a crazed power hungry daddy-issued pathetic little man?" Y/N said with zero hesitation, I gave my cocky lover a glare.

"He looked pretty pleased to me," Percy said. "Like he'd spent a nice day torturing heroes." "That's not true! There was something wrong with him. He looked...nervous. He told his monsters to spare me. He wanted to tell me something." Percy scoffed "Probably, 'Hi, Annabeth! Sit here with me and watch while I tear your friends and boyfriend apart. It'll be fun!'"

"You're impossible," I grumbled, tucking my knife away and hoping it wouldn't burn me. I didn't want to fight with Percy any more, nor did I want to put my baby bird between another fight. But my anger was up and I needed to release it, or I'd probably snap.