Chasing Legends (Male Reader x Annabeth Chase)

Chapter Nine

9| A pink poodle saves the day.

The group of friends were pretty miserable that night.

They had camped out in the woods, a hundred yards from the main road, in a marshy clearing that local kids had obviously been using for parties. The ground was littered with flattened soda cans and fast-food wrappers.

They'd also taken some food and blankets from Aunty Em's, but the group knew better than to light a fire to dry their damp clothes. The Furies and Medusa had provided enough excitement for one day. They didn't want to attract anything else.

They decided to sleep in shifts. Y/N volunteered to take first watch.

Annabeth curled up on the blankets and was snoring as soon as her head hit the ground. Grover fluttered with his flying shoes to the lowest bough of a tree, put his back to the trunk, and stared at the night sky. Percy laid on his back rested his head in the palm of his hands and within a couple minutes he was out like a light.

"You know you can sleep." Y/N told Grover. "I'll wake you if there's trouble."

He nodded, but still didn't close his eyes. "It makes me sad, Y/N."

"What? The fact that you signed up for this stupid quest?"

"No. This makes me sad." He pointed at all the garbage on the ground. "And the sky. You can't even see the stars. They've polluted the sky. This is a terrible time to be a satyr."

"I guess it'd make sense for you to be an environmentalist." Y/N teasingly said.

Grover glared at him. "Only a human wouldn't be. Your species is clogging up the world so fast ... ah, never mind. It's useless to lecture a human. At the rate things are going, I'll never find Pan."

"Pan? Like, the great god Pan?" Y/N asked.

"Yeah..." he muttered disheartened. "That's what I want a searcher's license for."

A strange breeze rustled through the clearing, temporarily overpowering the stink of trash and muck. It brought the smell of berries and wildflowers and clean rainwater, things that might've once been in these woods. Suddenly Y/N was nostalgic for something he'd never known.

"Tell me about the search," he said.

Grover looked at me cautiously, as if he were afraid Y/N was just poking fun.

"The God of Wild Places disappeared two thousand years ago," he told the human. "A sailor off the coast of Ephesos heard a mysterious voice crying out from the shore, 'Tell them that the great god Pan has died!' When humans heard the news, they believed it. They've been pillaging Pan's kingdom ever since. But for the satyrs, Pan was our lord and master. He protected us and the wild places of the earth. We refuse to believe that he died. In every generation, the bravest satyrs pledge their lives to finding Pan. They search the earth, exploring all the wildest places, hoping to find where he is hidden, and wake him from his sleep."

"And you want to be a searcher."

"It's my life's dream," he said. "My father was a searcher. And my Uncle Ferdinand ... the statue you saw back there—"

"Sorry for your loss."

Grover shook his head. "Uncle Ferdinand knew the risks. So did my dad. But I'll succeed. I'll be the first searcher to return alive."

"Wha—the first?"

Grover took his reed pipes out of his pocket. "No searcher has ever come back. Once they set out, they disappear. They're never seen alive again."