Percy Jackson Series. Annabeth Chase X Male Reader Story

I Debate Human Nature

Percy's POV

We landed at Crissy Field after nightfall. As soon as Dr. Chase stepped out of his Sopwith Camel, Annabeth ran to him and gave him a huge hug. "Dad! You flew... you shot... oh my gods! That was the most amazing thing I've ever seen!"

Her father blushed. "Well, not bad for a middle-aged mortal, I suppose." "But the celestial bronze bullets! How did you get those?" "Ah, well. You did leave quite a few half-blood weapons in your room in Virginia, the last time you... left."

Annabeth looked down, embarrassed. I noticed Dr. Chase was very careful not to say ran away. "I decided to try melting some down to make bullet casings," he continued. "Just a little experiment." He said it like it was no big deal, but he had a gleam in his eye.

I could understand all of a sudden why Athena, Goddess of Crafts and Wisdom, had taken a liking to him. He was an excellent mad scientist at heart. "Dad..." Annabeth faltered. "Annabeth, Percy," Thalia interrupted.

Her voice was urgent. She and Artemis were kneeling at Zoe's side, binding the huntress's wounds. Annabeth and I ran over to help, but there wasn't much we could do. We had no ambrosia or nectar. No regular medicine would help. It was dark, but I could see that Zoe didn't look good.

As we approached, Thalia rummaged through her pockets, holding something in her hand and bringing it to her face, whispering something and with a crackle of thunder around us, scattered something to the wind.

Zoe was shivering, and the faint glow that usually hung around her was fading. "Can't you heal her with magic?" I asked Artemis. "I mean... you're a goddess." Artemis looked troubled. "Life is a fragile thing, Percy. If the Fates will the string to be cut, there is little I can do. But I can try."

She tried to set her hand on Zoe's side, but Zoe gripped her wrist. She looked into the goddess's eyes, and some kind of understanding passed between them. "Have I... served thee well?" Zoe whispered. "With great honour," Artemis said softly. "The finest of my attendants." Zoe's face relaxed.

"Rest. At last." "I can try to heal the poison, my brave one." But in that moment, I knew it wasn't just the poison that was killing her. It was her father's final blow. Zoe had known all along that the Oracle's prophecy was about her: she would die by a parent's hand.

And yet she'd taken the quest anyway. She had chosen to save me, and Atlas's fury had broken her inside. She saw Thalia, and took her hand. "I am sorry we argued," Zoe said. "We could have been sisters."

"It's my fault," Thalia said, blinking hard. "You were right about Luke, about heroes, men—everything." "Perhaps not all men," Zoe murmured. She smiled weakly at me. "Do you still have the sword, Percy?"

I couldn't speak, but I brought out Riptide and put the pen in her hand. She grasped it contentedly. "You spoke the truth, Percy Jackson. You are nothing like... like Hercules. I am honoured that you carry this sword." A shudder ran through her body.

"Zoe—" I said. "Stars," she whispered. "I can see the stars again, my lady." A tear trickled down Artemis's cheek. "Yes, my brave one. They are beautiful tonight." "Stars," Zoe repeated. Her eyes fixed on the night sky.

With the last of her strength, she reached out a hand, as if to touch the stars themselves, only for her hand to find another, in the darkness, I didn't even see him until he was hovering over her, black wings holding him in the sky.

He never touched the ground, and his gold eyes blazed through the darkness of the night, chills ran though my whole body when I saw him, for a few seconds I was reflexively scared, I was seeing something nobody was ever meant to see.

My eyes flicked to my friends, so I could make sure I wasn't going crazy from the stress, they too were frozen, unsure what to think as Thanatos appeared to us, a godly aura wrapped around him, both terrifying and beautiful.