Percy Jackson Series. Annabeth Chase X Male Reader Story

We Hop Aboard The Moo Mobile

(Y/N)'s POV

"Cattle rustlers?" "Just travelers," Annabeth said. "We're on a quest." The man's eye twitched. "Half-bloods, eh?" I started to say, "How did you know—" Annabeth put her hand on my arm.

"I'm Annabeth, daughter of Athena. This is Percy, son of Poseidon. (Y/N) son of...his parents. Grover the satyr. Tyson the—" "Cyclops," the man finished. "Yes, I can see that." He glowered at me.

The man looked at me, first looking me up and down and then squinting again to look in my eyes, "I know you. You're the brat who cleans up after Olympus." I scoffed, I was not happy about hearing that description.

"That's old news old man, your info's outdated. Maybe you've been down here too long. And how did you even know we were half bloods?" "I know half-bloods because I am one, sonny. I'm Eurytion, the cowherd for this here ranch. Son of Ares-"

"-Well, that explains the smell." I said under my breath. He either didn't hear me, or didn't care. "You came through the Labyrinth like the other one, I reckon." "The other one?" I asked. "You mean Nico di Angelo?"

I stormed towards him before he could even react, "Is he here? Did he pass through here? How long ago? Was he okay? Was he injured? Was anyone with him?" I bombarded Eurytion, "Answer!" I insisted, trying to compel him, he just sneered at me.

Shoving me away from him one handed, he said "We get a load of visitors from the Labyrinth," Eurytion said darkly. "Not many ever leave." The cowherd glanced behind him like someone was watching. Then he lowered his voice.

"I'm only going to say this once, demigods. Get back in the maze now. Before it's too late." "We're not leaving," Annabeth insisted. "Not until we see this other demigod. Please." Eurytion grunted.

"Then you leave me no choice, missy. I've got to take you to see the boss." I didn't feel like we were hostages or anything. Eurytion walked alongside us with his club across his shoulder.

Orthus the two-headed dog growled a lot and sniffed at Grover's legs and shot into the bushes once in a while to chase animals, but Eurytion kept him more or less under control. We walked down a dirt path that seemed to go on forever.

It must've been close to a hundred degrees, which was a shock after San Francisco. Heat shimmered off the ground. Insects buzzed in the trees. Before we'd gone very far, I was sweating like crazy. Flies swarmed us. Every so often we'd see a pen full of red cows or even stranger animals.

Once we passed a corral where the fence was coated in asbestos. Inside, a herd of fire-breathing horses milled around. The hay in their feeding trough was on fire. The ground smoked around their feet, but the horses seemed tame enough.

One big stallion looked at me and whinnied, columns of red flame billowing out his nostrils. I wondered if it hurt his sinuses. "What are they for?" Percy asked. Eurytion scowled. "We raise animals for lots of clients. Apollo, Diomedes, and . . . others."

"Like who?" "No more questions." Finally we came out of the woods. Perched on a hill above us was a big ranch house—all white stone and wood and big windows. "It looks like a Frank Lloyd Wright!" Annabeth said.

I guess she was talking about some architectural thing. To me it just looked like the kind of place where a few demigods could get into serious trouble. We hiked up the hill. "Don't break the rules," Eurytion warned as we walked up the steps to the front porch.

"No fighting. No drawing weapons. And don't make any comments about the boss's appearance." "Why?" I asked. "What does he look like?" Before Eurytion could reply, a new voice said, "Welcome to the Triple G Ranch."

The man on the porch had a normal head, which was a relief. His face was weathered and brown from years in the sun. He had slick black hair and a black pencil moustache like villains have in old movies.