Percy Jackson Series. Annabeth Chase X Male Reader Story

I Survive A Family Spat

(Y/N)'s POV

I spent most of the day pacing around the Lethe trying to figure out a way of getting out of Nyx's clutches to go and find Annabeth, as I paced, one thought remained ever present in my mind, "Why isn't she pulling her card?"

Had someone taken it? Had it gotten lost in the fall? Or did she no longer trust me to come and save her? What if she had gotten hurt and couldn't use it? Or worse? These thoughts screamed at me more than the souls off the dead ever would.

Every plan I thought of to escape was stopped by the sheer power Nyx had, even when she was on her chariot, she had enough power to know when people were coming and going from her domain. And she wouldn't take kindly to being disobeyed, I knew that much.

I was angry and frustrated, but the emotion I felt most was fear, I was terrified that something could have happened, but when I was shown the fate that had befallen Annabeth, I didn't care about consequences, I needed to act.

At some point that night, at around one o'clock in the morning, Hypnos summoned me to his cave, where he was lying in his bed, but glowing faintly and clearly using a great deal of magic, doing his own daily duties.

"I have to...show you...something...I was overlooking the...dreams of all the...mortals...this is...the...one fated to...find...your friend...Percy...it is meant to...spur him....into action...I thought you would...want to see."

For a second, I was stood in the cave, and then I was somewhere else, it was like being in a hologram, I knew I didn't belong, but I was still here, watching this as it transpired, it felt invasive, I felt bad for Percy.

I hoped he wouldn't mind, and even worse I hoped this wasn't another one of Hypnos's pranks and this was a more private dream, even if it were about me, I just wasn't in the mood for joking right now.

It took me no time at all to realise this dream was no joke, the first image confirmed it, Annabeth was on a dark hillside, shrouded in fog. I tried to ingrain this into my memory, looking for any detail that would help me find her.

It almost seemed like the Underworld, because I immediately felt claustrophobic and I couldn't see the sky above—just a close, heavy darkness, as if I were in a cave.

Annabeth struggled up the hill. Old broken Greek columns of black marble were scattered around, as though something had blasted a huge building to ruins.

"Thorn!" Annabeth cried. "Where are you? Why did you bring me here?" She scrambled over a section of broken wall and came to the crest of the hill. She gasped. There was Luke. And he was in pain.

On instinct I stepped forward and reached out to her, trying to make a connection between us, saying "Annab-" but then remembered this was a dream, a second-hand dream at that and I suddenly felt very embarrassed about my reaction. So, I watched on quietly.

Luke was crumpled on the rocky ground, trying to rise. The blackness seemed to be thicker around him, fog swirling hungrily. His clothes were in tatters and his face was scratched and drenched with sweat, "Annabeth!" he called.

"Help me! Please!" She ran forward. I heard Percy's voice cry out: "He's a traitor! Don't trust him!" But it was an echoing voice that shook the whole dreamscape, "A part of his inner monologue...it happens" Hypnos explained.

I was starting to get irritated at this dream. Annabeth had tears in her eyes. She reached down like she wanted to touch Luke's face, but at the last second, she hesitated. "What happened?" she asked. "They left me here," Luke groaned.

"Please. It's killing me." I couldn't see what was wrong with him. He seemed to be struggling against some invisible curse, as though the fog were squeezing him to death. "Why should I trust you?" Annabeth asked. Her voice was filled with hurt.