Heroes of Olympus Series. Annabeth Chase X Male Reader Story

The Crew Decide to Split

(Y/N)'s POV

His eyes had given out, or rather the curse had finally overtaken him fully, (Y/N) was in the dark now. To both his surroundings and his enemy, the only thing he had going for him was the powers he was born with.

With his ability to sense death, he knew the Arai was baring down on her target, that he was about to be thrown from her grasp, so he used all of the magic he still had to forcibly shadow travel.

He hoped that he would go alone, or better, the Arai would be lost in a shadow, but as he was squeezed through the tunnel of darkness, he knew he wasn't that lucky, he had shadow travelled all of twenty feet, and the Arai was still with him.

He had avoided death for a few more seconds as they flew through the air, the Arai was displeased with this attempt and cursed him some more. Though at this point it didn't really matter.

(Y/N) was still trapped, his wings wouldn't save him, his magic wouldn't save him, everything had gone dark. He reached out to the Arai, trying to draw some power from it, or even from himself, to pull off a trick that would help.

Nothing, his vision was gone, he was trapped in the dark, all he felt was the number in his mind, telling him that all was lost, that he was going to die here, and with him, Annabeth and Bob.

He raised his injured hands towards the curse, the final Arai, as it dragged him through the air. Only for his efforts to be in vain, as the curse just laughed at him, even as he dug his hands into her face in an effort to separate the two.

The claws were digging into him in return, his mind was swimming with fear, his senses were all but gone. He could neither see nor hear, but he could feel, he felt the wind pass by his body as he was dropped, the coldness in his body grew as he felt death approach him.

Suddenly, slashes began to run down his face, small rough incisions into his body. The branches of trees, too small to impale him, but moving past fast enough to cut him, his time was nearly up.

Still, he struggled, twisting and shouting, but his voice was gone, taken from him by the Sirens. His strength was gone, taken from him by Atlas. He truly didn't know what to do, all he could do, was what he had done all his life. Fight.

His arms were too weak to throw a punch, or a claw, his magic was too weak to use flame, so he just started ramming his head into hers. But did more damage to himself than her. The Arai may have been easy to kill, but her skull was like a brick wall.

He kept going, maybe five or six times, with all the strength he could muster. Which thanks to the god of endurance wasn't much. He managed to shatter a few of the Arai's teeth, and serrate his own head, but that was all he could feel.

He could feel his face swelling already, he felt his skin blister as it split and his blood met the Tartarus air. (Y/N) (L/N), dying trying to bash his head against something, if that wasn't poetic, he didn't know what was.

He almost chuckled, if he had the capacity to, but his body still felt like he was suffocating, thanks to Circe's curse. As he all but accepted the end, he tried to think of a fond memory. To give himself some comfort.

But what came to him, wasn't a fond memory, perhaps that was wishful thinking in Tartarus, rather, a painful one, but one that he looked back on and smiled. The time he made the terrible mistake of trying to take Thalia Grace flying.

It was what led him to his next best plan, even the Arai was shocked. Hissing in his mind as he lunged forward and sank his teeth into her shoulder. Certainly undignified, but also certainly satisfying.

Well, no, she tasted like mothballs, but as (Y/N) sank his teeth into his aunt, he couldn't help but smile, remembering the times when all he had to worry about was a raging animal, and the lack of his squeaky rat.