NOTE: this chapter is super short cuz i didnt really wanna write the entire "we get advise from a poodle" sorry
Apparently, Satyrs can talk to animals, I found this pout after Grover asked a poodle for directions to a train, we now still on said train, everyone else is asleep, my back still hurts from the cuts on it.
I slowly stur awake from the pain and realize Annie is laying next to me, her hand on my chest, I feel the heat rise in my cheek but my pain is to great to think about that now. I get up and walk towards the restroom, I lift my shirt and see the dried blood, I feel around it and find......a feather? hmm must have feel into my shirt as we were walking in the forest and it must have gotten into my wound.
I tug on it and it falls out, I flinch, I must have been in further then I thought, cuz it hurt alot "ow, ow ow ow, why did that hurt so much!?" I say in a whisper yell as I bite my tongue.
I clean the blood and walk back to the room and lay back down next to Annabeth, she rolls over again and wraps her arm around my waist, I try to move but her grip gets tighter ever time I try, eventually i accept my fate and fall back to sleep.
(Word count 238) sorry its so short😭
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Percy Jackson and the Child of Victory (Annabeth Chase x Reader)
FanfictionY/N L/N, is a thirteen year old Demi-god with a destiny to defeat something a gazillion times more powerful than him. to make things worse he has easily triggered Anger issues will often get him into trouble with the gods and almost get him killed. ...
