The Lightning Thief - Something's been Stolen

AN EMPTY HEAD AND A MINOTAUR HORN

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The next few days, I spent looking after Percy Jackson.

I guess I could have looked at it as it being a great honour, because Chiron asked me to look after him, instead of the Apollo cabin, in case he let something – slip – in his sleep.

But, in truth, it was a slight waste of my time, since I have better things to do than look after passed out boys. But I took the job anyway, to try and extract some information out of the boy.

Soon, I regretted it. The boy spent most of his time sleeping and drooling. I occasionally fed him some ambrosia, so he would finally wake. He did open his eyes several times, but only when I had company, so I couldn’t interrogate him.

So I sat there, on my own, feeding a stranger ambrosia. Chiron forbid anyone else to enter the room I was in, so I had no visitors – though sometimes I hoped Luke would pop in once in a while. I smirked absentmindedly as some of the godly food dripped onto the boys chin. It was like feeding a gaping baby.

Finally his eyes opened. He looked at me, dazed. I took the chance; after all, he might have something to do with the weird things going on. “What will happen at the Winter Solstice?”

He looked at me blankly. “What?”

I scanned my surroundings, checking for Chiron, Argus, or any stray campers that could be listening. I turned back to him, and asked, “What’s going on? What was stolen? We’ve only got a few more weeks!”

I got quite frustrated with him when he mumbled, “I’m sorry, I don’t…”

He was interrupted by a knock on the door. So I filled his mouth with ambrosia before opening the door. Yes, I was annoyed, but also so he wouldn’t blabber.

It was Grover. He’d been visiting the boy a lot - partially because he was friends with him, partially because he was guilty.

“Oh, hi Grover” I greeted.

Grover gave me a nervous smile. “Hi. How’s Percy doing?”

I let him in and he pulled up a chair next to the bed, gazing at the boy. “Fine, I think. He is getting better, and by that I mean he’s waking more frequently. It’s just a matter of time before he wakes up completely.”

We sat in silence.

Then Grover turned to me and said, “He’s a great guy, you know. Percy is. He’s the only student in any school I’ve been to, that bothered to be my friend.”

Grover took a tin can out of his pocket and took a bite from it. He’d recovered remarkably well. But I still frowned, wondering why he would tell me that.

“Umm, Annabeth?” Grover started again. I turned to him again. “Could you come with me to the hill? Percy fought a Minotaur up there, on his own-”

“I heard”

“Yeah, I wanted to go back and check if anything’s been left behind, you know, like spoils and stuff…”