Percy Jackson Series. Annabeth Chase X Male Reader Story

We Become the Entertainment

(Y/N)'s POV

The metal door was half hidden behind a laundry bin full of dirty hotel towels. I didn't see anything strange about it, but Rachel showed me where to look, and I recognized the faint blue symbol etched in the metal.

"Wow, you are really good at this." I said to Rachel. "Like, seriously. How are you so good at this?" She shrugged as I pretended to eye her suspiciously, "Have you been talking to the fates?"

"What?" She asked, I shrugged, "You sort of give off the same vibe as they do, It's weird, I've never met a mortal like you before." Annabeth scoffed, "Yeah, you don't see gold spray painted mortals every day." I argued, "Dunno, maybe if you hung out with Midas."

We moved on after a quick chuckle "It hasn't been used in a long time," Annabeth said. "I tried to open it once," Rachel said, "just out of curiosity. It's rusted shut." "No." Annabeth stepped forward. "It just needs the touch of a half-blood."

Sure enough, as soon as Annabeth put her hand on the mark, it glowed blue. The metal door unsealed and creaked open, revealing a dark staircase leading down. "Then how did the milkman get in?" I thought.

"Wow." Rachel looked calm, but I couldn't tell if she was pretending or not. She'd changed into a ratty Museum of Modern Art T-shirt and her regular marker-coloured jeans, her blue plastic hairbrush sticking out of her pocket. Her red hair was tied back, but she still had flecks of gold in it, and traces of the gold glitter on her face.

"So . . . after you?" "You're the guide," Annabeth said with mock politeness. "Lead on." The stairs led down to a large brick tunnel. It was so dark I couldn't see two feet in front of us, but Annabeth and Percy had restocked on flashlights so we managed to see a little further then last time.

As soon as we switched them on, Rachel yelped. A skeleton was grinning at us. It wasn't human. It was huge, for one thing—at least ten feet tall. It had been strung up, chained by its wrists and ankles so it made a kind of giant X over the tunnel it looked on with a single black eye socket in the centre of its skull.

"A Cyclops. It's very old. It's not . . . anybody we know." I said. But that didn't make me feel much better. I still felt like it had been put here as a warning. Whatever could kill a grown Cyclops, I didn't want to meet.

Rachel swallowed. "You have a friend who's a Cyclops?" "Tyson," Percy said. "My half brother." "Your half brother?" "Hopefully we'll find him down here," he said. "And Grover. He's a satyr." "Oh." Her voice was small.

"Well then, we'd better keep moving." She stepped under the skeleton's left arm and kept walking. Annabeth and I exchanged looks. Annabeth shrugged. We followed Rachel deeper into the maze. After fifty feet we came to a crossroads.

Ahead, the brick tunnel continued. To the right, the walls were made of ancient marble slabs. To the left, the tunnel was dirt and tree roots. I pointed left. "That looks like the tunnel Tyson and Grover took." Annabeth frowned.

"Yeah, but the architecture to the right—those old stones—that's more likely to lead to an ancient part of the maze, toward Daedalus's workshop." "We need to go straight," Rachel said. Annabeth and I both looked at her. "Why?" I asked.

"That's the least likely choice," Annabeth said. "You don't see it?" Rachel asked. "Look at the floor." I saw nothing except well-worn bricks and mud. "There's a brightness there," Rachel insisted. "Very faint. But forward is the correct way."

"To the left, farther down the tunnel, those tree roots are moving like feelers. I don't like that. To the right, there's a trap about twenty feet down. Holes in the walls, maybe for spikes. I don't think we should risk it."