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

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3rd Person PΩV

OK.....SO LET'S JUST SUMMARIZE EVERYTHING that's happened so far. why? cuz the author is lazy and just wants to get to the part where the main character is revealed to some how still be alive.

Well...maybe we have a few minutes to explain.

Y/N sits alone on the outskirts of Elysium. surrounded by pots and pans, spoons and forks, fruits and veg and a small campfire three feet away from a sleeping bag he affectionately called his 'cocoon'. he hadn't seen any of his old friends since he died, so he had alot of time to himself. he hugged his knee as he hummed a song he liked when he was alive.

Alive... that concept still scared Y/N. the fact that he was dead. that he'd never seen his friends again. Never see Chimera again. never see Annabeth again. It crushed him and made him want to leap into the depts of Tartarus.

But being alone gave Y/N time to think. To much time. He looked at his sword, Νικητής. once it had been his favorite thing he got from his godly half of the family. now it just brought back bitter memories.

I hear the echo of Footsteps behind me, I almost let myself get excited. But I knew better. I knew this was probably just a shade that had wondered to far from Elysium. I didn't even bother to look back, it would wonder off eventually.

"Ahem?" Ignore it. "Ahem" Go away "AHEM!" Finally I looked back, expecting to see a figureless shade, but instead I saw a man with a chubby face, a red nose and curly hair so black, it looks purple. He had watery, blue, bloodshot eyes from drinking. He's wearing tiger-striped (or leopard-spot) Hawaiian shirts and purple running shoes.

"...Mr. D?" I was almost as shocked to here my voice as I was to see Mr. D. He had this face of discontent. "You know, for someone who's only been dead a month, you look like shit" A month? that's it? It's felt more like a year.

"...Why are you here? Don't you have better things to do?"

"Oh, most definitely."

"Then why are you here?" I yell, louder than you meant to. Surprisingly, he smirked. "Ah, As disrespectful as ever, W/N W/L/N" I didn't even bother to correct him. "You know, everyone says that's your flaw. Not afraid of the gods like you should be." I felt a chill go up my spine and I shivered.

"How about now kid? now that your defenseless? no godly uncles and aunt to protect you." I got up and backed further into the corner. "What?..." No, dumb question, I know why he's here. all the time I blatantly disrespected him. All the sly comments. "But why now? after 4 years?" "Because, before, you had that 'Family' of yours protecting you, I couldn't lay a hand on you. and trust me, I tried. when you were resting, eating, fighting, sleeping, even when you were cuddling with Annie Bell" His voice had suddenly taken on a deep tone and his eyes glowed bright purple. "But I could never hurt you. One of them was always watching, protecting you. filthy lower gods standing up to me. ME! THE GREAT DIONYSUS! GOD OF WINE! GOD OF MADNESS! AND ONE OF THE OLYMPIANS!.. Hahahaha~ Well now none of them can get to you now."

I threw a rock at him, he flinched and tumbled to the side, his image flickered between himself and a larger man with a wide rim hat and a stick. I tried to run the opposite direction. But was stopped in my tracts. I tried moving my wings, but they felt like solid rock. I was pulled back, grabbed by the neck and hung over the edge of Elysium, I looked down to see the endless abys I had been looking down into before, the only source of light being the Phlegethon deep below.

"You will learn respect, even if I have to cast you into Tartarus for the next...hmmm, 2000 years? yeah, lets go with that" I struggled against his grasp "I-I'm S-sorry, ok?!" "No...not good enough. see you in the year..." He did some quick math in his head "4012?" he smiled and let go.