Heroes of Olympus Series. Annabeth Chase X Male Reader Story

Dealing with the Skeleton Crew

(Y/N)'s POV

Well, today had been a rollercoaster of emotions. Nearly dying, meeting one of his heroes, reminiscing about someone he let die, nearly losing his lunch on a horse, finding his father, only to be told that it was a mistake.

Truth be told after his father had said that to him, (Y/N) felt like the biggest fool in the world, and for the first time, the scythe in his hands felt heavy. It's grip felt uncomfortable, and he felt cold.

As Circe stared at him, grinning, he realized that his father's warning was true, because she wasn't just grinning at him, but the scythe in his hands. He didn't understand. Hypnos had told him he needed it, he told (Y/N) that it was the key.

So why was Thanatos, his brother, saying the exact opposite? (Y/N) glanced behind him, to where Thanatos sat chained up, the two locked eyes and (Y/N) felt very conflicted. He looked over to Hazel and Frank, the two demigods who could die for this.

He made a decision in that moment, no matter what happened, if Thanatos was released, (Y/N) wasn't going to let him take either of them, he wasn't going to fail like last time. This was a place free of the gods. Thanatos didn't decide that anymore. (Y/N) did.

As the shades of former Roman soldiers surrounded his friends, closing in around them, (Y/N) slammed the hilt of his scythe into the ground once more. Trying to dispel them, but they didn't answer to him or his father.

But the moment he let go of the weapon, just for a fraction of a second, to expel his magic, he saw Circe lurch forward, eager to take it from him. "Should have known you'd be here." He said to the witch.

"Always lurking around stealing power, I see you crawled out of Tartarus again after Hera turned you into beauty queen flambé. How was the trip?" He said, she didn't  answer that, her expression just contorted into rage.

"You want the scythe?" He asked. "(Y/N) don't do it!" Thanatos cried as Frank rushed to free him, but it was too late, (Y/N) had already engaged the witch. So a split second decision had to be made, (Y/N) closed his eyes and focused.

The scythe sank, what looked like down into the ice, but actually, into the space of (Y/N)'s shadow. Hidden away from anyone who wished to take it from him, his friends looked at him like he was crazy, putting away a weapon that powerful.

But (Y/N) knew he had two weapons that were better, two weapons that had never failed him, two weapons that were entirely his. He drew Gleam and Glimmer. Staring Circe in the eyes. He mouthed two words, not exactly perfect in context, but a classic among classics.

"Molon labe!" He snarled. Circe must have heard him, and she didn't like it. The witch dissolved into the cold air faster than any of them could blink, in fact only the gold encrusted giant seemed to acknowledge her.

The giant ended his cheerful greeting and simply said, "If you must." Though nobody had spoken to him. Before this had occurred to (Y/N), he felt himself being taken off his feet, shadows racing to him.

She grabbed him by the arm, and suddenly, (Y/N) felt like he was falling through the snow. Being pulled away from his friends by Circe. This was the magical equivalent of being dragged down a flight of steps by your hair. It hurt.

He was being pulled by his wrist, which felt like it was stretching away from him, his entire arm felt like it was being torn off, and the moment he stopped he was thrown against a wall of solid ice.

He got on his feet and looked around, only to find that Circe was attacking him. The golden spear that was formerly his came at him in a flurry of attacks, too skilled for Circe. He knew why. Eventually counterattacking.