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

The Underworld Sends Me A Prank Call

~~~~~Y/N's PΩV~~~~~

 Nothing caps off the perfect morning like a long taxi ride with an angry girlfriend. we had planned this for like a month, Percy tried to talk to Annabeth, but she was acting like he'd just punched her grandmother. All he managed to get out of her was that we'd had a monster-infested spring in San Francisco. she'd come back to camp twice since Christmas, Which by the look in his eyes, he looked ticked we hadn't told him. Oops.

and we'd learned nothing about the whereabouts of Nico di Angelo (long story). "Any word on Luke?" Percy asked. She shook her head. I knew this was a touchy subject for her. Annabeth had always admired Luke (Like an older Brother), the former head counselor for Hermes who had betrayed us and joined the evil Titan Lord Kronos. She wouldn't admit it, but I knew she still saw him like a brother despite everything that's happened, It ticked me off and its the only thing me and Annabeth ever fight about.

 When we'd fought Luke on Mount Tamalpais last winter, he'd somehow survived a fifty-foot fall off a cliff. Now, as far as I knew, he was still sailing around on his demon-infested cruise ship while his chopped-up Lord Kronos re-formed, bit by bit, in a golden sarcophagus, biding his time until he had enough power to challenge the Olympian gods. 

In demigod-speak, we call this a "problem." "Mount Tam is still overrun with monsters," Annabeth said. "I didn't dare go close, but I don't think Luke is up there. I think I would know if he was." "What about Grover?"

"He's at camp," she said. "We'll see him today." "Did he have any luck? I mean, with the search for Pan?" Annabeth fingered her bead necklace, the way she does when she's worried. "You'll see," she said. But she didn't explain. As we headed through Brooklyn, Percy used Annabeth's phone to call his mom. Half-bloods try not to use cell phones if we can avoid it, because broadcasting our voices is like sending up a flare to the monsters: Here I am! Please eat me now! But I figured this call was important. as Percy left a message to his mom, I sneakily slipped my hand into Annabeth's, she smiled for a moment and gave me a kiss.

We rode in silence after that. The city melted away until we were off the expressway and rolling through the countryside of northern Long Island, past orchards and wineries and fresh produce stands. I saw Percy staring at the phone number Rachel Elizabeth Dare had scrawled on his hand. Does he? Think about that later.

I knew monsters never truly died. Eventually—maybe weeks, months, or years from now—Kelli— the Monster Percy told me he fought—would re-form out of the primordial nastiness seething in the Underworld. But I have doubts she's dead.

I rub my fingers across Capricorns horns as the taxi exited on Route 25A. We headed through the woods along the North Shore until a low ridge of hills appeared on our left. Annabeth told the driver to pull over on Farm Road 3.141, at the base of Half-Blood Hill.

The driver frowned. "There ain't nothing here, miss. You sure you want out?" "Yes, please," Annabeth handed him a roll of mortal cash, and the driver decided not to argue. Annabeth and I hiked to the crest of the hill. The young guardian dragon was dozing, coiled around the pine tree, but he lifted his coppery head as we approached and let Annabeth scratch under his chin.

Steam hissed out his nostrils like from a teakettle, and he went cross-eyed with pleasure....that sounded more dirty than I meant it too "Hey, Peleus ," Annabeth said. "Keeping everything safe?" The dragon was at least twice the size as he was last year, and as thick around as the tree itself. Above his head, on the lowest branch of the pine tree, the Golden Fleece shimmered, its magic protecting the camp's borders from invasion. The dragon seemed relaxed, like everything was okay.