Percy Jackson and the Incarnate- 1: The beginning

CHAPTER 2 POV: Annabeth Chase

I was so excited about tomorrow. The first day of college. At last, our lives were normal, at least for now. I was looking forward to spending time with my seaweed brain when he knocked on the door. I knew it was him. And I was right when I opened the door. The same black hair, the tousled face, sea-green eyes, I was madly in love with him. Just waiting to get my degree. Then we can move further, together.

As we walked and talked, I was surprised. He looked a bit distant, thinking about something. When he explained his dream while we walked by the Tiber, I was surprised. Demigod dreams were never pleasant. Either nightmares or no dreams. I was curious. I wanted to know and understand the dream. But our eyes met, and we had a good kiss, not a passionate one, but a reassuring one. I wanted this kiss to last forever, but curse the fates, a blast shook us apart.

Concerned, we went to the tunnel immediately, Percy with riptide in hand while I had my drakon-bone sword that Damasen..... Oh, I miss him. As we reached the tunnel, we saw Lavinia, the centurion of the Fifth Cohort. Another legionnaire with a bow and arrow was shooting arrows at....... Oh! Come on fates!!!! Why the beef head again??!!

Yes. It was the minotaur. Oh! I was getting frustrated, but not more than Percy. It just regenerates so quickly. Curse You Minos!!!

Lavinia was taking care of someone. He had black hair and was about 6 feet tall. He looked bulky and could give Frank a run for his money if they ever wrestled. He had a weird red line in the middle of the forehead. But what scared me was the big injury to his abdomen. The horn must have stabbed through.

Percy saw me and an understanding passed through. I went and carried the injured demigod along with the other legionnaire whose name I didn't know while Lavinia carried the belongings while Percy took care of the minotaur. The bleeding was profuse and the brownish skin of the demigod started to pale. As we went out of the tunnel, we saw Percy stabbing the minotaur with his sword, and it blasted into dust. We crossed the Tiber and went straight to the infirmary where we saw Pranjal, the medic. Boy! He was heavy. We were out of breath by the time we came to the infirmary.

He saw us and immediately cleared a bed to rest the injured demigod. The injury looked grave. He tore open the tee-shirt and vest the demigod wore and suddenly, Pranjal wore a shocked look.

What intrigued me was not the injury. But a thread. I saw three strands of white thread woven together surrounding the torso of the demigod. Weird! I have never seen someone wear this. Was this a new fashion statement?

When I looked at Pranjal, he seemed to have been shocked on seeing the thread. I wonder why. He then pushed the thread aside as he tended to the wound. He seemed reluctant to give the demigod nectar and ambrosia but gave the demigod nonetheless.

He then stitched the wound and put some unicorn shards onto the stitches before bandaging the wound. The demigod looked unconscious.

"Will he be okay?", I asked Pranjal.

"I hope so. He is out of danger. But the injury may need some time to cure.", he replied.

"Feed him more Ambrosia then.", I huffed.

"No. I want to see how Ambrosia works on him. I will see him after some time. I have my doubts.", Pranjal said sternly and went out. That was weird!

After a few minutes, Percy came in. He looked at the demigod for a while before turning to me.

"Seaweed brain!! Good to see you safe.", I said and hugged him.

"Hey! It was just beef head! It was no big deal.", Percy hugged back.

"Do you know who he is?", I asked.

"Harry--", Lavinia could not pronounce the name properly.

"What ?!", I asked confused, and snatched the Passport from Lavinia to read.