νεκρός || Annabeth Chase x Fem!OC

Vol. 1-15: I am confusion

ANNABETH

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Percy finally woke up a little while later. He sat up, and squinted, holding his head.

"Rest," I said. "You're going to need it."

"Tyson... ?"

I shook my head, suddenly feeling ashamed. "Percy, I'm really sorry."

We were silent while the waves tossed us up and down.

"He may have survived," I said halfheartedly. "I mean, fire can't kill him." I glanced at Tempest. She had power over ghosts, so many she had power over that sort of thing, but she just blankly rummaged through the stuff we'd saved from the wreck and fed Percy a square of ambrosia, which he looked grateful for.

Waves lapped at the boat. I showed Percy some things we'd salvaged from the wreckage- Hermes's thermos (now empty), a Ziploc bag full of ambrosia,a couple of sailors' shirts, and a bottle of Dr Pepper. I explained that Tempest had fished Percy out of the water and found his knapsack, bitten in half by Scylla's teeth. Most of his stuff had floated away, but he still had Hermes's bottle of multivitamins, and of course he had Riptide.The ballpoint pen always appeared back in Percy's pocket no matter where he lost it.

We sailed for hours. Now that we were in the Sea of Monsters, the water glittered a more brilliant green, like Hydra acid. The wind smelled fresh and salty, but it carried a strange metallic scent, too- as if a thunderstorm were coming. Or something even more dangerous. Percy knew what direction we needed to go. He knew we were exactly one hundred thirteen nautical miles west by northwest of our destination, and openly admitted that. But that didn't make me feel any less lost.

No matter which way we turned, the sun seemed to shine straight into my eyes.Percy and I took turns sipping from the Dr Pepper, shading ourselves with the sail as best we could. And we talked about Percy's latest dream of Grover and the Golden Fleece.

By my estimate, we had less than twenty-four hours to find Grover, assuming Percy's dream was accurate, and assuming the Cyclops Polyphemus didn't change his mind and try to marry Grover earlier.

"Yeah," Percy said bitterly. "You can never trust a Cyclops."

I stared across the water, trying to pretend that comment didn't practically twist the knife already in my gut. "I'm sorry, Percy. I was wrong about Tyson, okay? I wish I could tell him that."

Percy didn't say anything as he looked at the measly stuff we'd saved.

I glanced at Tempest. Sometimes, she was so quiet, it was easy to forget she was even there. She seemed to sit to still sometimes, almost like a statue. She was still in her Cowboys jersey and shorts, her hair in a spiky ponytail. I noticed how the explosion didn't seem to leave a mark on her.

"Annabeth, what's Chiron's prophecy?" Percy suddenly asked.

I pursed my lips. "Percy, I shouldn't-"

"I know Chiron promised the gods he wouldn't tell me. But you didn't promise, did you?"

"Knowledge isn't always good for you."