νεκρός || Annabeth Chase x Fem!OC

Vol. 1-7: Tantalus has beef with children

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So yeah. I have to go through the actual plot of The Birds, and I get in trouble.

The way Tantalus saw it, the Stymphalian birds had simply been minding their own business in the woods and would not have attacked if Annabeth, Tyson, Percy, and I hadn't disturbed them with our bad chariot driving.

"But I didn't drive the chariot," I pointed out.

"You aided."

"I did not. If you remember correctly, I was just in the back of the chariot with a big stick. Not my fault the birds attacked, is it?"

Tantalus seemed to drink in my words. "I... I suppose not..."

"I didn't even drive. Not one time." Technically a lie, but I'm good at lying. "I was just stuck in the middle of it all. I mean, did you actually see me trying to drive? You didn't. Because I wasn't driving."

"I suppose you're right. Okay! You don't have to do kitchen clean-up."

Percy was staring at me in utter disbelief, and what I identified to be a little bit of anger. It was clear he thought this was unfair, which it totally was, but it's hard for me to take Percy seriously, considering he's about a foot shorter than me and has quite the baby face. It's like when a toddler gets mad at you for taking away their favorite toy. I was really tempted to pick him up and ask him what was wrong, but I think he'd hit me for that.

I gave Annabeth a pat on the back, said, "Good racing," and made my way back to Cabin 11.

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Tantalus ended up ordering a special luncheon banquet since Clarisse won the race. Her partner, the guy I'd gotten in a fight with, had technically also won, and made sure to rub it in my face. I think he forgot that the only reason he's in the race is because I beat his ass in a fight. And I wasn't racing to win. I was racing because Mr. D and Tantalus made me.

But, I'll admit that it was fun up until the Stiletto birds or whatever they're called started attacking. Annabeth and I would have won had it not been for that. We were doing pretty good, seeing as we were so far ahead. I barely even had to use my javelin. Then she tried to give me the reins and I swear, the horses thought I'd turn them into ghosts, too, so they completely lost it.

Anyways, I didn't participate in the luncheon banquet. Yes, I know you've seen me eat several times, but I actually don't need to eat. I just eat when I'm bored or something. I mean, I can taste the flavor of the food and stuff, and actually feel it go down my throat (this sounds weird, but I need you to understand my situation), but once it gets to my stomach, it's just... gone. It's like it just fades into nothing and moves on.

Eating is one of the things I miss. I mean, back when I was alive, we didn't have such a wide access to seasonings and different kinds of food, and my family was poor towards the end, so food just wasn't that good for me. But over time, food became amazing. I got to try so many new things as they came out. TV dinners became really popular during the 50s, and even those were better than some of the meals I had when I was alive.

But, you may be wondering, Why do you miss it if you can still taste? I miss getting energy from food. See, humans have to eat for nutrients and energy. It makes humans grow, put on muscle mass. And sometimes, if you eat a really heavy meal, it'll make you sleepy (another feeling I miss). Me, on the other hand? Food literally does not mean anything to me. I can't drink coffee and feel caffeinated and jittery. I can't eat a tub of ice cream and get a brain freeze. I can't even eat something gross and throw up because of it. Yeah, I know it sounds stupid, but every time I eat food, it just reminds me how inhuman I really am.