Leo Valdez X Reader

Chapter 8 Leo

We waited outside, and almost everyone had shown up.

Percy had refused to come, and the same was true with Annabeth.

Though I was sure it was because they feared it would be about them again, those two needed a break. Chiron's tail was swishing madly, and he couldn't keep himself still, his footing shifting from hoof to hoof. It had been about ten minutes when we heard something shatter inside the cave. Between the cracks in the door, green light lit up the shady ground as the sun descended. 

Then we heard a scream.

It was the same one I had heard at the beginning of the day. I lurched forward as a sickening smack echoed through the cave. 

Then, all we heard was silence. 

There was a grinding sound as the boulder slowly began to move aside, and soon, there was enough room for Chiron to slip past.

"Nico, guard the entrance. I want no one in unless I call for it." Then Chiron galloped in with me, and Will closed on his heels.

"(Y/n)! Rachel!" The names bounced off the walls as Chiron boomed into the cave.

We found them both in the sitting area. Rachel was lying against a vanity chair, her body hanging limply over the edges.

(Y/n) was pressed against the opposite wall, holding her arm, her eyes wide. Her skin was almost as pale as her hair. Will made his way to Rachel and assessed her for injuries. No one seemed to notice the girl in the other corner. I walked over to her slowly and slumped down on the wall beside her.

"Hey, Cariño. You okay?"

She just stared ahead.

"(Y/n)?"

She let her head fall to the side to look at me, and I noticed her arm. Thin lines of blood were winding themselves around her wrist and trickling off her elbow.

"Chiron, Will!" Both of them came over, and Will immediately started on her arm. Chiron put his hand on her shoulder, and I watched her wince back out of his grip.

"(Y/n), what's wrong? Did you get the prophecy?" his eyes traced her face, and she tilted her head to look at him.

"Chiron. How long are prophecies normally?" I could hear the shake in her voice, which she quickly covered. He stared at her confused but hesitantly answered the question.

"Four to six lines. Why?"

I watched her eyes fill with what I thought were tears; she stared at him straight and didn't flinch as Will pulled a piece of ceramic from her cut.

"Because mine was twenty-two."

Chiron called an emergency meeting at the pavilion and required each head counsellor to attend.

This meant we sat around a ping-pong table full of demigods, one centaur, a grouchy god, an Antígrafo, and a stress-eating Satyr.

"You might not know why I've brought you here, but (Y/n) will explain briefly." He turned to face (Y/n), who was practically shaking in her seat beside me. Her upper half was as solid as stone, but her knee bounced uncontrollably.

"These are Camp Half-Blood's head counsellors. Jason of Zeus, Percy of Poseidon, Katie of Demeter, of course, you know Clarisse of Ares, Annabeth of Athena, Will of Apollo, Piper of Aphrodite, Connor, and Travis of Hermes, Pollux of Dionysus, Nico of Hades, Butch of Iris, Clovis of Hypnos, Laurel, and Holly of Nike, Lou of Hecate, and finally Leo of Hephaestus. Oh, and the Satyr eating the table is Grover." Grover gave a feeble little wave and continued to chew on the table.