Percy Jackson Series. Annabeth Chase X Male Reader Story

We Get Free Sandwiches

(Y/N)'s POV

We made it a hundred feet before we were hopelessly lost. The tunnel looked nothing like the one Annabeth, Percy and I had stumbled into before. Now it was round like a sewer, constructed of red brick with iron barred portholes every ten feet.

Or so I'm told. "How in Hades do any of you live like this? Is this what it's like for you whenever it gets dark? How do you cope, I feel blind" I complained, stumbling around in the dark, Annabeth snapped at me, "Oh quit your whining. It's not that bad."

"Yes it is! This is why at least one person in the party should have dark vision. This exact reason. Personally, I think every member should. Because this is torture!" I moped, wishing Beckendorf had finished those goggles for me. "Maybe if you talked less, you'd see better" She argued

Annabeth tried her best to guide us. She had this idea that we should stick to the left wall. "If we keep one hand on the left wall and follow it," she said, "we should be able to find our way out again by reversing course."

Unfortunately, as soon as she said that, the left wall disappeared. "I think it heard you." I said, trying my best not to smirk. "Maybe you should have talked less." We found ourselves in the middle of a circular chamber with eight tunnels leading out, and no idea how we'd gotten there.

"Um, which way did we come in?" Grover said nervously. "Just turn around," Annabeth said. We each turned toward a different tunnel. It was ridiculous. None of us could decide which way led back to camp.

"Left walls are mean," Tyson said. "Which way now?" Annabeth swept her flashlight beam over the archways of the eight tunnels. As far as I could tell, they were identical. "That way," she said. "How do you know?" I asked.

"Deductive reasoning." "So . . . you're guessing." "Just come on," she said. The tunnel she'd chosen narrowed quickly. The walls turned to gray cement, and the ceiling got so low that pretty soon we were hunching over.

Tyson was forced to crawl. Grover's hyperventilating was the loudest noise in the maze. "I can't stand it anymore," he whispered. "Are we there yet?" "We've been down here maybe five minutes," Annabeth told him. "It's been longer than that," Grover insisted.

"And why would Pan be down here? This is the opposite of the wild!" I sighed, "Grover, that's probably the point." We kept shuffling forward. Just when I was sure the tunnel would get so narrow it would squish us, it opened into a huge room.

Percy shined light around the walls and said, "Whoa." The whole room was covered in mosaic tiles. The pictures were grimy and faded, but I could still make out the colours—red, blue, green, gold. The frieze showed the Olympian gods at a feast.

There was Poseidon, with his trident, holding out grapes for Dionysus to turn into wine. Typical. Zeus was partying with satyrs, because of course he was, and Hermes was flying through the air on his winged sandals.

The pictures were beautiful, but they weren't very accurate. I'd seen the gods. Dionysus was not that handsome, and Hermes's nose wasn't that big. In the middle of the room was a three-tiered fountain. It looked like it hadn't held water in a long time.

"What is this place?" Percy muttered. "It looks—" "Roman," me and Annabeth said in tandem. She stared at me in confusion, I think, I could barely see her, "What? I can know things too." I said, thankful for the darkness so that I didn't have to hide my arm.

"Those mosaics are about two thousand years old." "But how can they be Roman?" I wasn't that great on ancient history, but I was pretty sure the Roman Empire never made it as far as Long Island. Well...most of it. "The Labyrinth is a patchwork," Annabeth said.