νεκρός || Annabeth Chase x Fem!OC

Vol. 3-14: We summon my great-aunt

TEMPEST

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I'm not really sure what happened, but when Geryon tried to stab me in my right eye, I lost my shit a little bit.

I untied my friends while Percy made an offering for Artemis and Apollo, the gods he prayed to for his arrow to fly straight. Eurytion didn't try to stop any of us as I got my friends undone.

"Thanks, guys," Percy said into the flames. "I owe you one."

The sky thundered in the distance, so I figured maybe the burgers smelled okay to the twin deities.

"Yay for Percy and Tempest!" Tyson said.

"Can we tie up this cowherd now?" Nico asked.

"Yeah!" Grover agreed. "And that dog almost killed me!"

I got Annabeth untied and gently grabbed her arm. She had a small burn mark from one of the coals, with some black smudges around it. It wasn't even blistering that bad, so I guess she got away from it in time, but I still felt bad.

"I'm okay," she assured, nodding at me.

I stared at her. "I know."

I looked at Eurytion, who was still sitting relaxed at the picnic table. Orthus had both his heads on the cowherd's knees.

"How long will it take Geryon to re-form?" I asked him.

Eurytion shrugged. "Hundred years? He's not one of those fast re-formers, thank the gods. You've done me a favor."

"You said you'd died for him before," I remembered. "How?"

"I've worked for that creep for thousands of years. Started as a regular half-blood, but I chose immortality when my dad offered it. Worst mistake I ever made. Now I'm stuck here at this ranch. I can't leave. I can't quit. I just tend the cows and fight Geryon's fights. We're kinda tied together."

"Maybe you can change things," Percy said.

Eurytion narrowed his eyes. "How?"

Percy shrugged. "Be nice to the animals. Take care of them. Stop selling them for food. And stop dealing with the Titans."

Eurytion thought about that. "That'd be all right."

"Get the animals on your side, and they'll help you. Once Geryon gets back, maybe he'll be working for you this time."

Eurytion grinned. "Now, that I could live with."

"You won't try to stop us leaving?"

"Shoot, no."

Annabeth rubbed her bruised wrists. She was still looking at Eurytion suspiciously. "Your boss said somebody paid for our safe passage. Who?"

The cowherd shrugged. "Maybe he was just saying that to fool you."

"No, he wasn't," I assured. "He definitely wasn't lying about that."