CHAPTER SUMMARY
The questers return to Camp Half-Blood. Ron, Hermione, and Percy head to Diagon Alley.
BEGINNING NOTES
Chapter Rating: General Audiences
Content Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Word Count: 3972
And all the characters are owned by JK Rowling, or Rick Riordan.
Credits at the end.
____________________ANNABETH____________________
Annabeth didn't wake up until the wind pulled her blanket straight out from under her. She reached to pull the sheets off her body, but her blanket cocoon wrapped tightly around her legs kept her from moving an inch.
"Malcolm!" Annabeth screamed. If he was still in the Athena cabin, he couldn't hear her over the roaring wind.
She untwisted her blankets with the speed of a weaver, but it wasn't enough. A gust of wind flew through the windows--open and barely holding onto their metal fastenings--and knocked her from her bunk. She screamed as she fell on to the floor, landing forehead first on the oak panels below her.
Straight out of a disaster movie, the wind tore the roof of the Athena cabin from its walls and blew it into oblivion. She only had time to put her hands in front of her face before she was buried in a mountain of plaster. With every ounce of strength she had, she clawed at the debris on top of her, desperate to tunnel her way out.
Light. There was light in the distance. Annabeth tore through the debris with all her might, kicking and screaming for help. She made a makeshift lever out of a large piece of a wooden beam, found a stable place for a fulcrum between two tiles, and pushed with all her might. Plaster parted like the Red Sea, allowing a rush of fresh air and starlight.
CRAAAAACK.
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me."
Right on cue, a tree crashed through the walls... right where Annabeth just dug herself out of prison. The enormous trunk hit her square on the nose. It would've crushed her, had she not had the mountain of plaster on top of her to support its weight.
An invisible hand squeezed the air from her lungs. Red spots turned black in an instant.
When she woke up, the sun was shining, but her cabin was little more than rubble. She lay on a mangled mattress with springs barely covered by fluff.
I need to sit up.
She felt a soft hand on her shoulder. "No, you need to rest." It came before Annabeth had time to act on her thoughts. Curious, she glanced up to see a little girl--the same girl who always tended the flames; the one Nico was so friendly with. She chanted in Ancient Greek--
A healing spell. Is she a daughter of-- oh, my gods...
Before her eyes, the Athena cabin repaired itself. It looked no different than before.
"You're a goddess."
"Yes, I am Hestia, goddess of the hearth. I may have given up my throne on Olympus, but I am still one of the elder gods. I have near unlimited power over my domain. And my domain the home and the family... until one marries, then Hera takes over the family aspect. But a cabin can't marry." Annabeth laughed. "I cannot heal you, but I can help you recover some strength. The home always helps you through the darkness." Hestia put her hand in Annabeth's. Her pain melted away.
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