Heroes of Olympus Series. Annabeth Chase X Male Reader Story

Leaving a Generous Tip.

...POV

For once, his dreams weren't comforting, or terrible, they were just confusing, as he tried to process everything that happened to him, he was met with more information that he couldn't begin to understand.

His dream began like his dreams always did, he fell into the river, or at least that was what he always called it. It was akin to being underwater, it was like every sense he had was being occupied, not by noise or a blinding light, but a fuzziness.

His world blurred from one big colour into a collection of them, sounds overtaking his ears, but never clear enough, they were warbling sounds that were like being submerged, he could make out that they were voices, but not any words.

As always, he found himself longing, yearning, just to hear one word clearly, one syllable would be enough, even the slightest clue as to what the world around him was, but like every time his eyes lulled to sleep, he was left wanting.

Though the new experience threw him for a while, because when he found purchase on the ground, he wasn't running, and he didn't smell neither the grass, nor the waves that his dreams usually taunted him with.

This time, the memory was recent, fresh, as some would say. He was lifted from the ground immediately, he felt burning pain in his neck, a sickness deep rooted in his stomach, and he struggled for air, his lungs and eyes burning.

He remembered being pinned to the doors, held up, as the woman with golden eyes glared at him, sneering as he fought for breath. But in his dream, it was different, there was another woman, behind her, screaming, telling her to stop.

He couldn't see her clearly, the shadows around the evil woman obscured her too much, but he heard her voice, it sent shivers down his spine, tugging at his heartstrings, the same feeling of not understanding fell over him, just like being underwater.

The golden eyed woman relented for a moment, and looked at the other woman. Like she too, was experiencing the same feeling he had, until she decided it wasn't worth worrying over and instead went back to nearly killing him.

Both of them seemed familiar, looking at the second woman, he couldn't help but feel calmed by her presence, for a few moments, he doubted that she was even real, that was until she ran past him and slammed into the doors. Crying for help.

He tried to warn her not to, not even he knew what was behind them, he tried to stop her, but suddenly fell to his knees as the golden eyed woman released him. That was where the dream took a left turn entirely, deviating from actual events.

As his knees hit the ground, he felt himself begin to sink into the floor, as a voice rumbled beneath him, he couldn't hear what it was saying, but he felt it, the hunger and malice in it's ancient words.

He fell, swallowed by the earth, and in the darkness, he couldn't move. The world around him was crushing him, confining him, just as the chains once had, he closed his eyes and was met with darkness once more.

The fragments of what he had come to believe was his true memory didn't show themselves this time, and from that fact alone, he came to one conclusion. The figure he saw, the one that named itself (Y/N) (L/N), he was right. It was death.

He had heard the voice before, advising him, guiding him, every time, it left him in a haze but he remembered it's first instruction to him, "Fight!" it had told him, and now he knew why. It wanted him to die back then, as he fought against the goddess in the forest.

But he hadn't, her training had saved him, so now it was leading him towards danger, trying to claim it's prize, and something told him it wouldn't have been satisfied with him slipping in the shower, hence his intimate meeting with the Harpy.