Heroes of Olympus Series. Annabeth Chase X Male Reader Story

Cutting the Strings from the Puppet

(Y/N)'s POV

He was tired, down to his bones, he was on the floor for what felt like hours, he didn't have the strength to stand, or to lift his head. His entire body felt like it was screaming, the only feeling present were his aching muscles spasming in pain.

His mind drifted, as he looked up at the dark sky, a sense of pride had come over him, but at the same time, he wondered if he was wrong for thinking about what was essentially slaughter like that.

There was a sense of accomplishment he felt that made him smile ever so slightly, taking down that many monsters of any kind without the help of something like the river Styx or a god's blessing was nearly unheard of.

A hundred of one type of monster was one thing, you'd find that in nests in some cases, but a collective of a hundred monsters all hellbent on their attackers destruction all with different weaknesses and strengths.

It was a point of pride for (Y/N) that her was still alive after experiencing that and essentially wiping out an army of monsters, any one of them could have killed the average demigod if they didn't know what they were doing.

(Y/N) didn't pretend he was the average demigod, since he was twelve he knew he was stronger than most of his peers, but that experience of taking on those monsters had solidified it for him, he was ecstatic.

A weird pride fell over him, something that his younger self would have revelled in. It was a sense of accomplishment. He had finally done it, no matter what anyone said. Without the help of anyone, he had beaten his hundred monsters. His quota filled, now beyond dispute.

With that being said, for however short it was, those small seconds of rest, where he was too tired to care about anything that was still awaiting him, or any of his troubles, were the most relaxed he had been in a very long time.

Every part of him was calling out for him to sleep. He almost caved, forgetting about the world, even Annabeth and his mother, until the sense of accomplishment was cut short by the swing of a blade.

His senses shot back awake as it crossed his chest, not breaking the skin thanks to his shirt but hitting him with enough force that he cried out in pain. His mind told him to get up. His training told him he was a sitting duck and he needed to counterattack

His senses told him that he should shoot into action, it was so vivid he could imagine it. Kipping up once more and spinning on his heel to lash out at his attacker. Who he now knew to be Nemesis.

The problem with that was, his body was in dispute. He could muster no strength at all, those actions remained solely in his imagination because his body was in no condition to move an inch.

Instead he stared up at her helplessly. Her true form clear to him. The same as it almost always was. The same short, curly black hair framing her face like an unruly halo. The golden hues of her piercing eyes glinted with a mixture of confidence and contempt.

She peered down at him, her expression one of unmistakable disdain, the slight arch of her brow suggesting that she found his survival almost laughable. It were like she was saying something without words, 'and now you're dealing with me.'

Her lips curved into a disdainful smirk, amplifying the superiority that radiated from her posture. With arms crossed casually, she attacked once more, a near exact replica of the same slash, only in reverse, going in the opposite direction.

"That was impressive." She said sarcastically as he looked up at her, helpless. "Arrogant as ever. Hooray, I beat some monsters. Congrats, it only took you half a decade." She said spitefully, trying to put a dampener on his achievement.