νεκρός || Annabeth Chase x Fem!OC

Vol. 4-22: The killed do some killing

ANNABETH

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By the time we got to the street, it was too late.

Campers and Hunters lay wounded on the ground. Clarisse and Silena must've lost a fight with a Hyperborean giant, because their chariot was frozen in a block of ice, and both of them were frozen mid-war cry. The centaurs were nowhere to be seen. Either they'd panicked and ran or they'd been disintegrated.

The Titan army ringed the building, standing maybe twenty feet from the doors. Kronos's vanguard was in the lead: a turned demigod, the dracaena queen in her green armor, and two Hyperboreans. I didn't see Prometheus. The slimy weasel was probably hiding back at their headquarters. But Kronos himself stood right in front with his scythe in hand.

The only thing standing in his way was...

My heart shattered. "Chiron."

If Chiron heard us, he didn't answer. He had an arrow notched, aimed straight at Kronos's face.

As soon as Kronos saw us, his gold eyes flared. Every muscle in my body froze at the sight. His scar gleamed white as I remembered it being. Then the Titan lord turned his attention back to Chiron. "Step aside, little son."

Kronos put contempt in his voice, like son was the worst word he could think of.

I stared at the scene in horror. Staring at Kronos was like a knife in my gut, digging deeper and twisting every second, all with his enjoyment in mind. I stared at my mentor, the person who trained me and Luke, his face hardened and focused.

"I'm afraid not." Chiron's tone was steely calm.

I tried to move, but my feet felt like concrete. Percy, Grover, and Thalia were straining too, like they were just as stuck.

Only Tempest could move, immune to the curse of time.

"Chiron!" I yelled. "Look out!"

The dracaena queen became impatient and charged. Chiron's arrow flew straight between her eyes and she vaporized on the spot, her empty armor clattering to the asphalt.

Chiron reached for another arrow, but his quiver was empty. He dropped the bow and drew his sword. I knew he hated fighting with a sword. It was never his favorite weapon.

Tempest stood next to him, wielding her kunai darts. She stared down Kronos, her face a mix of hatred and disgust.

Kronos chuckled. He advanced a step, and Chiron's horse-half skittered nervously. His tail flicked back and forth.

"You're a teacher," Kronos sneered. "Not a hero."

"Luke was a hero," Chiron said. "He was a good one, until you corrupted him."

"FOOL!" Kronos's voice shook the city. "You filled his head with empty promises. You said the gods cared about me!"

"Me," Chiron noticed. Tears brimmed my eyes as I stared at the body of someone I used to love. "You said me."