Those blue eyes. A.C x oc fem

2.1- Back home.

◇◇◇◇◇◇Annabeth Chase◇◇◇◇◇◇◇

After I picked up Percy and his new friend, we got a ride with the gray sisters, where Percy got their eye and got them to say some weird numbers and then we arrived to Camp Half-Blood.

As soon as we exited the taxi, the Grey Sisters peeled out, heading back to New York, where life was safer. They didn't even wait for their extra three drachma payment. They just left us on the side of the road, I had nothing but my backpack and knife, Tyson and Percy were still in their burned-up tie-dyed gym clothes.

"Oh, man," I said , looking at the battle raging on the hill.

What worried me most weren't the bulls themselves. Or the twelve heroes in full battle armour who were getting their bronze-plated booties whooped. What worried me was that the bulls were ranging all over the hill, even around the back side of the pine tree.

That shouldn't have been possible. The camp's magic boundaries didn't allow monsters to cross past Thalia's tree. But the metal bulls were doing it anyway.

One of the heroes shouted, "Border patrol, to me!" A girl's voice-gruff and familiar. Clarisse, I realized.

"It's Clarisse," I said. "Come on, we have to help her."

Normally, I wouldn't want to help Clarisse, we didn't get along, but still she was in trouble, someone had to help her.

She was fighting with a broken spear shaft, the other end embedded
uselessly in the metal joint of one bull's shoulder.

Percy uncapped his ballpoint pen. It shimmered, growing longer and heavier until he held the bronze sword Anaklusmos in his hands.

"Tyson, stay here. I don't want you taking any more chances." Percy told the cyclops.

"No!" I said. "We need him."

Percy stared at me. "He's mortal. He got lucky with the dodgeballs but he can't-"

"Percy, do you know what those are up there? The Colchis bulls, made by Hephaestus himself. We can't fight them without Medea's Sunscreen SPF 50,000. We'll get burned to a crisp."

"Medea's what?"

I am starting to think that he just gets dumber. Then I remembered something.

I rummaged through my backpack and cursed. "I had a jar of tropical coconut scent sitting on my nightstand at home. Why didn't I bring it?"

"Look, I don't know what you're talking about, but I'm not going to let Tyson get fried."

"Percy-"

"Tyson, stay back." Percy raised his sword. "I'm going in."

Tyson tried to protest, but Percy was already running up the hill towards Clarisse, who was yelling at her patrol, trying to get them into phalanx formation.

It was a good idea. The few who were listening lined up shoulder to shoulder, locking their shields to form an ox-hide-and-bronze wall, their spears bristling over the top like porcupine quills.

Then I saw two girls, they were fighting seven monsters together, I recognized one of the girls immediately, it was Vic and of course she wasn't wearing a helmet, plus her left arm was pretty bloody.

Is it too difficult to try to stay safe?

My attention moved to the other girl, blonde hair, lighter than mine, and slightly tanned skin and she had a bow. I didn't recognized her, she didn't even looked familiar.