Leo Valdez X Reader

Chapter 2 (Y/n)

It was dark and cold. So very cold. My head was spinning.

You need to find Chiron.

A voice boomed. 

I opened my eyes to find myself in a strange room. I laid on a coat in a curtained-off section. Someone was looming over me, and I jumped back as far as I could from the shadow.

"I-i'm sorry." A boy with blonde hair and freckles backed up as he stared at me. A group of kids had spread themselves around the room evenly.

A boy with black hair and green eyes stood in the corner, whispering with the blonde girl from before.

In the seat beside me, near my head, was a boy with pale skin practically dripping in black.

Near the end of the curtain wall was a blond boy with glasses; his arms were crossed as he stared at the ground. A girl with choppy brown hair stood by the window. And finally, like that wasn't enough, in a chair by my feet was the boy from before, with brown skin and curly black hair.

"You're awake." the goth kid beside me said.

"Obviously," I mumbled quietly, trying to sit up. No one seemed to hear me, but the goth boy smiled.

"Solace, go tell Chiron our guest is awake." 

Before he could say another word, the freckled blonde ducked out of the room. It was a matter of a few awkwardly silent minutes before the half-horse half-man that I assumed I had been looking for came stomping in. 

If this had been my first encounter with the weird and mythical, I would have flipped out, but this wasn't. I'd faced plenty of things that could be classified as my crazy imagination, according to my therapist. 

I had run into donkey vampire ladies and leather-winged grandmas at least once, and trust me, I stopped being surprised by whatever was happening, but this guy was nothing like them. 

I guess he was tall and kinda intimidating in a sort of horse dad bod.

"Chiron?" I mumbled. He tilted his head to look down at me.

"You were asking for me?" He asked. I felt the people in the room shift.

"I was told to meet someone here named Chiron."

His eyebrows darkened. His tail swished impassively, and I watched a shadow cross his face. He spoke between clenched teeth; it was obvious he was worried.

"Leo, help- what's your name, child?" He asked, his tail whipping faster behind him.

"(Y/n). (Y/n) Hale."

"Leo, help Miss Hale to my office. We need to have a chat. Everyone else out, you have places to be."

As everyone left, the flame boy stood up. He had tan skin, brown eyes, and a smile that told me he shouldn't be trusted around matches or sharp objects. He offered me his hand.

"I'll walk by myself. My legs work fine, thanks." as I slipped off the bed, my ankle shot up with pain, and I stumbled; the boy, Leo, was at my side instantly.

"Are you so sure of that, Cariño?" he asked. I shook him off, and he didn't seem to mind.

"Don't call me that." I hissed, "I can do it myself."

With that, I stumbled and caught myself against a wall. Apparently, my ankle didn't agree.

"Here," Leo came up beside me with a set of crutches.
"This way, you're walking without anyone's help." 

Begrudgingly, I took them from him and then walked- or should I say- crutched- my way to the Big House with Leo in tow. He blabbered on about nonsense as we walked, asking about my hair and eyes.