νεκρός || Annabeth Chase x Fem!OC

Vol. 1-2: Wow, okay, FUCK YOU.

ANNABETH

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After I saved Percy and his Cyclops friend, and after we took a demon ride back to Camp Half-Blood, and after we found out that Chiron was being fired, we went to the Big House.

For those of you that don't know (and I don't think anyone here doesn't), Chiron is a centaur. From the waist up he looks like a regular middle-aged guy with curly brown hair and a scraggly beard. From the waist down, he's a stallion. He can pass for human by compacting his lower half into a magic wheelchair. But most of the time, if the ceilings are high enough, he prefers existing in full centaur form.

As soon as we saw him, Tyson froze. "Pony!" he cried in total rapture.

Chiron turned, looking offended. "I beg your pardon?"

I didn't even care about the Cyclops anymore. I ran forward and hugged my mentor. "Chiron, what's happening? You're not...leaving?" My voice was shaky. Chiron had trained me since I was seven.

Chiron ruffled my hair and gave me a kindly smile. "Hello, child. And Percy, my goodness. You've grown over the year!"

Percy swallowed. "Clarisse said you were... you were..."

"Fired." Chiron's eyes glinted with dark humor. "Ah, well, someone had to take the blame. Lord Zeus was most upset. The tree he'd created from the spirit of his daughter, poisoned! Mr. D had to punish someone."

"Besides himself, you mean." Percy muttered.

"But this is crazy!" I cried. "Chiron, you couldn't have had anything to do with poisoning Thalia's tree!"

"Nevertheless," Chiron sighed, "some in Olympus do not trust me now, under the circumstances."

"What circumstances?" Percy asked.

Chiron's face darkened. He stuffed a Latin-English dictionary into his saddlebag while the Frank Sinatra music oozed from his boom box.

Tyson was still staring at Chiron in amazement. He whimpered like he wanted to pat Chiron's flank but was afraid to come closer. "Pony?"

Chiron sniffed. "My dear young Cyclops! I am a centaur."

Then, the door to one of the rooms in the back opened, and she walked out.

The first thing I noticed about her were her eyes, which were red. Not bright red, like some albino people have, but the color of blood. She had an angular face, with high cheekbones, a longer, squared-off nose, and red lips with a prominent Cupid's bow. Her eyelashes were long and eyebrows were angled, not like she was angry, but mischievous, kind of like kids of Hermes. Her skin was pale, almost like she hadn't seen the sun since she was born, and I noticed her skin was smooth- no acne, no freckles, not even any veins. Her messy raven hair went just above her shoulders and was sort of pulled into low pigtail things that looked like little tufts of fluff from the shortness, and she had a shaggy mess of bangs in front of her face. She was shockingly tall, too- about 6'2. She was thin, and wickedly angular like she might slice you at a moment's notice. She smiled a little lopsided, and nodded at me.

"Chiron, is this that girl you were talking about?" She didn't really have an accent. She talked... neutral, I guess. And her voice was low, but had a light, joking tone to it, like she didn't take anything seriously.