νεκρός || Annabeth Chase x Fem!OC

Vol. 1-6: Attack of the Pigeons

ANNABETH

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I noticed Percy watching me from his table, but I ignored him. I was still mad, and I think he was too, since his eyebrows knit together and he started taking his frustration out on an omelet.

I took a small notebook and pencil to the lake and saw Tempest already on the docks, sitting with one knee up to her chest and tossing little pieces of candy out to the water. I was worried about pollution, since the nature spirits here hate pollution, but then I realized the naiads were swimming up like fish or ducks and eating the pieces of candy.

Tempest noticed me and looked up as I began to sit down. She was wearing a baggy flannel and a pair of blue jeans with sharpie illustrations all over them. I subtly looked at the drawings as I flipped through the notebook, and realized the drawings were a bunch of blob-like ghosts with horrified or sorrowful faces.

Peachy.

"I'll be the fighter," I told Tempest. "You can drive."

"Horses don't like me," Tempest said.

I glared at her. "Does anything like you?"

Tempest threw candy into the water. "The naiads do." The naiads in question took the candy, giggled and waved, even winking. Naiads are some of the worst flirts out there. It wasn't uncommon for some poor guy to think he had captured the heart of a naiad just for her to try and drown him a little later, almost like the mermaids in Peter Pan, only Camp Half-Blood is significantly crazier than Neverland.

Tempest, however, wasn't taking the bait as she turned back to look at me. "Did you design a chariot last night?"

"How'd you know?"

"I don't think you sleep very much," Tempest answered.

That was true. In fact, most of my siblings forego sleep. We're always up late planning or reading or building things. My cabin actually has all of the bunks shoved to one wall since we hardly even use them anymore. I guess I just didn't realize how obvious it was that I don't exactly take care of myself. But, to be fair, I didn't have a normal childhood with parents that taught me self-care. I had a childhood where I was training every day and learning everything and anything I could get my hands on.

"Well, this is it." I passed her the notebook. The chariot was just a classic Greek chariot, though I added an owl and some olive branches, and decided I wanted it to be grey. Tempest didn't object, and just nodded before pointing something out.

"You need to scale it up for the horses you want."

I reviewed the math, and she was right. I needed to scale it up by a factor of two. I was surprised she pointed that out so quickly, and I honestly had to wonder who her godly parent was.

She was kind of mysterious and managed to surprise me at every turn, to be honest. She didn't seem like the kind of person that was artsy, but she made clay dolls in a matter of seconds and it seemed like she drew the designs on her jeans by herself. Her red eyes were a little unnerving, too. It sounds weird, but sometimes, eye color can be a hint to your godly parent. Aphrodite's kids have eyes that tend to change colors. Most Apollo kids have blue eyes. All of my siblings have grey eyes. But I'd never seen a demigod with red eyes.