The Events of Olympus Resort | A Percy Jackson Fanfiction

Chapter 1

Annabeth POV

I roll down the limousine window and am immediately hit with a burst of salty California air. It's hot out today, but nice at the same time. Not like the hot and mucky air that I'm used to back in San Fran. I guess LA really is as temperate as they say it is.

We drive by a couple of stores and boutiques, all selling dresses and jewelry and brightly colored T-shirts for tourists. I spare quick glances at the people on the streets, all of them going about their window shopping and grabbing their overly expensive morning coffees before heading off to work. To them it's probably just a normal day. But for me, today is the day that my summer will take a drastic turn. For better or for worse.

I'm startled out of my gaze when I hear the limousine's divider roll down.

"Approximately two more minutes before we arrive at Olympus Resort, Ms. Chase," my mom's driver says to me from the front seat.

"Thanks Argus," I say with a quick smile, turning back to the window.

We are almost at LA's world renowned Olympus Resort. I can already see the resort's grand structure peeking out from the edge of the coastline, it's gorgeous pillars and balconies standing out against the morning sun. I catch my breath. It's absolutely beautiful.

We drive downhill for a while until we reach these incredible Roman style arches (sorry, I'm sort of a geek when it comes to architecture) and pull into a beautifully landscaped garden with red and white roses covering the property. The limo then comes to a stop near a colosseum-styled building that absolutely takes my breath away and I snap my seatbelt off, grabbing my purse from the seat beside me. Argus quickly gets out and opens the door for me before heading to the trunk to grab my bags.

I barely get in two steps toward the entrance before I notice my mom strutting down the steps, making her way towards me. She looks powerful and important as she walks, demanding the attention of everyone in her presence with nothing more than her strict posture and bold stance. She gives a quick wave to Argus and comes to a stop at the foot of the steps.

"Annabeth, my beautiful girl, how was your flight?"

I lean in to hug her, taking in the scent of her lavender shampoo as I do. "It was great mom, but you really didn't have to seat me in first class, coach would've been just fine." I spare a quick glance behind me. "And the limo was a little much."

"Oh don't be ridiculous Annabeth." My mom pulls out of the hug and begins to walk back towards the building. "You're lucky to have such resources at your disposal."

I roll my eyes and rush to keep up with my mom as she marches up the stairs, her heels clicking with every step.

My mom, Athena Chase is a famous architect who is known for her ancient Greek and Roman inspired architecture and of course, her long, wavy blond hair that is almost exactly like mine. Today she wears it up in a businesslike bun with an elegant white dress and black heels. I suddenly feel a little out of place with my messy blond curls pulled up in a high ponytail along with tattered jean shorts, black converse, and a light blue t-shirt. I am definitely underdressed for a fancy resort like this, but no way was I about to wear uncomfortable clothes for the plane ride.

When we reach the front of the building, Argus pulls open the door for us.

"Thank you Argus," my mom says as we step into the reception area.

The main building of the resort is a beautifully designed building that the resort likes to refer to as The Colosseum because of its striking resemblance to the real Colosseum in Rome. The whole Colosseum is a gentle white and the inside is incredibly open with wide windows and marble counters. Willowy curtains blow through the air as the gorgeous arched windows let in the ocean breeze.