Percy Jackson Series. Annabeth Chase X Male Reader Story

I Buy an Overpriced Skateboard

(Y/N)'s POV

I woke up and after some quick training, I knocked on the big house door only to find Chiron already waiting inside. He was filling out paperwork for Percy's new quest. "Willing to sign an extra name on there?" I asked.

"I'm afraid not." He said, shuffling the papers away. "As you know, only three campers can be allowed to go on a quest of this scale." I scoffed, "This scale? You were complaining about how important it was two days ago!"

"Yes, I did." He said, not looking up from his desk. "It's best not to tempt fate, three is enough, one leader, two companions, as it has been for aeons" "Yeah, but you said I could, plus I called dibs!"

He just repeated himself, "Three is a sacred number. Any more than three on a quest could result in a catastrophe, including a member of the quest going missing, dying, or the quest failing. Which, as you have pointed out, is not an option on this quest."

"Which is why I should go, I'm stronger then the three of them combined and have more experience with tracking stuff down and killing monsters then all of them. I'm serious, If I was a Satyr, Pan would be playing volleyball outside by now."

Chiron finally looked up from the table, looking exasperated. "(Y/N) Do you remember the last time I told you that you weren't to go somewhere?" I nodded, "Yeah."

"And what did you do?" "Stole a car and went any-" I cut myself off. "Oh...ohhhh...I'm going to go take a nap...You're the best Chiron." I said, walking out the door.

Percy's POV

It didn't take me long to pack. I decided to leave the Minotaur horn in my cabin, which left me only an extra change of clothes and a toothbrush to stuff in a backpack Grover had found for me. The camp store loaned me one hundred dollars in mortal money and twenty golden drachmas.

These coins were as big as Girl Scout cookies and had images of various Greek gods stamped on one side and the Empire State Building on the other. The ancient mortal drachmas had been silver, Chiron told us, but Olympians never used less than pure gold.

Chiron said the coins might come in handy for nonmortal transactions – whatever that meant. He gave Annabeth and me each a flask of nectar and an airtight bag full of ambrosia squares, to be used only in emergencies, if we were seriously hurt.

It was god food, Chiron reminded us. It would cure us of almost any injury, but it was lethal to mortals. Too much of it would make a half-blood very, very feverish. An overdose would burn us up, literally.

Annabeth was bringing her magic Yankees cap, which she told me had been a twelfth-birthday present from her mom. She carried a book on famous classical architecture, written in Ancient Greek, to read when she got bored, and a long bronze knife, hidden in her shirt sleeve. I was sure the knife would get us busted the first time we went through a metal detector.

Grover wore his fake feet and his trousers to pass as human. He wore a green rasta-style cap, because when it rained his curly hair flattened and you could just see the tips of his horns. His bright orange backpack was full of scrap metal and apples to snack on.

In his pocket was a set of reed pipes his daddy goat had carved for him, even though he only knew two songs: Mozart's Piano Concerto no. 12 and Hilary Duff's 'So Yesterday', both of which sounded pretty bad on reed pipes.

We waved goodbye to the other campers, took one last look at the strawberry fields, the ocean and the Big House, then hiked up Half-Blood Hill to the tall pine tree that used to be Thalia, daughter of Zeus. Chiron was waiting for us in his wheelchair.

Next to him stood the surfer dude I'd seen when I was recovering in the sick room. According to Grover, the guy was the camp's head of security. He supposedly had eyes all over his body so he could never be surprised.