Percy Jackson and the Child of Victory (Annabeth Chase x Reader)

We Hail The Taxi of Eternal Torment

Y/N POV:

Annie and I wait for Percy and his new friend, Tyson, in an alley down Church Street. She pulled Tyson and Percy off the sidewalk when they walk past just as a fire truck screamed past, heading for Meriwether Prep. "Where'd you find him ?" she demanded, pointing at Tyson.

"He's my friend," he told her. "Is he homeless?" I looked back at her. "What does that have to do with anything?" "He can hear you, you know. Why don't you ask him?" Percy said back. She looked surprised. "He can talk?" "I talk," Tyson admitted. "You are pretty." "she is, isn't she" I said back. I like this guy already. He has good taste as long as he doesn't try anything well be good.

"Ah! Gross!" Annabeth stepped away from him. I couldn't believe she was being so rude. I examined Tyson's hands, which I was sure must've been badly scorched by the flaming dodge balls, but they looked fine—grimy and scarred, with dirty fingernails the size of potato chips "Tyson," Percy said in disbelief. "Your hands aren't even burned."

"Of course not," Annabeth muttered. "I'm surprised the Laistrygonians had the guts to attack you with him around." Tyson seemed fascinated by Annabeth's blond hair. He tried to touch it, but she smacked his hand away. "Annie," I said, "what are you talking about? Laistry-what?" btw no one told me anything, I just came because Annie pulled me along, I don't think Annie knows much either.

"Laistrygonians. The monsters in the gym. They're a race of giant cannibals who live in the far north. Odysseus ran into them once, but I've never seen them as far south as New York before."

"Laistry—I can't even say that. What would you call them in English?" Percy asks She thought about it for a moment. "Canadians," she decided, and I snorted, "HA!" "Now come on, we have to get out of here."

"The police'll be after me." "That's the least of our problems," she said. "Have you been having the dreams?" "The dreams ... about Grover?" Mine and her faces turned pale. "Grover? No, what about Grover?" he told us about his dream. "Why? What were you dreaming about?" he asks

Her eyes looked stormy, like her mind was racing a million miles an hour. "Camp," she said at last. "Big trouble at camp." "My mom was saying the same thing!" He said, "But what kind of trouble?"

"I don't know exactly. Something's wrong. We have to get there right away. Monsters have been chasing us all the way from Virginia, trying to stop me. Have you had a lot of attacks?" he shook his head. "None all year ... until today."

"None? But how ..." Her eyes drifted to Tyson. "Oh." "What do you mean, 'oh'?" Tyson raised his hand like he was still in class. "Canadians in the gym called Percy something ... Son of the Sea God?" Annabeth and I exchanged looks. "Big guy," Percy said, "you ever hear those old stories about the Greek gods? Like Zeus, Poseidon, Athena—"

"Yes," Tyson said. "Well ... those gods are still alive. They kind of follow Western Civilization around, living in the strongest countries, so like now they're in the U.S. And sometimes they have kids with mortals. Kids called half-bloods."

"Yes," Tyson said, like he was still waiting for me to get to the point. "Uh, well, Annabeth, Y/N and I are half-bloods," He said. "We're like ... heroes-in-training. And whenever monsters pick up our scent, they attack us. That's what those giants were in the gym. Monsters."

"Yes."

I stared at him. He didn't seem surprised or confused by what Percy was telling him, which surprised and confused me. "So ... you believe me?" Percy asked Tyson nodded. "But you are ... Son of the Sea God?" "Yeah," he admitted. "My dad is Poseidon."

Tyson frowned. Now he looked confused. "But then ..." A siren wailed. A police car raced past our alley. "We don't have time for this," Annabeth said. "We'll talk in the taxi." "A taxi all the way to camp?" Percy said. "You know how much money—"