Percy Jackson and the Child of Victory (Annabeth Chase x Reader)

My Rescue Operation Goes Very Wrong

Y/N's POV

The Friday before winter break, Percy's mom packed Percy an overnight bag and a few deadly weapons and took us to a new boarding school after they came and picked up Annabeth, Thalia, and Y/N on the way.

It was an eight-hour drive from New York to Bar Harbor, Maine. Sleet and snow pounded the highway. Annabeth, Thalia, and I hadn't seen each other in months, but between the blizzard and the thought of what we were about to do, we were too nervous to talk much. Except for Percy's mom. She seems to talk more when she's nervous. By the time we finally got to Westover Hall, it was getting dark, and she'd told us every embarrassing baby story there was to tell about Percy.

Thalia wiped the fog off the car window and peered outside. "Oh, yeah. This'll be fun." Westover Hall looked like an evil knight's castle. It was all black stone, with towers and slit windows and a big set of wooden double doors. It stood on a snowy cliff overlooking this big frosty forest on one side and the gray churning ocean on the other.

"Are you sure you don't want me to wait?" Sally asked. "No, thanks, Mom," Percy said. "I don't know how long it will take. We'll be okay." "But how will you get back? I'm worried, Percy." " It's okay, Ms. Jackson." Annabeth smiled reassuringly. Her blond hair was tucked into a ski cap and her gray eyes were the same color as the ocean. She's Beautiful "We'll keep him out of trouble." I said.

His mom seemed to relax a little. She thinks Annabeth is the most levelheaded demigod ever to hit eighth grade. She's sure Annabeth often keeps me and Percy from getting killed.  "All right, dears," Sally said. "Do you have everything you need?"

"Yes, Ms. Jackson," Thalia said. "Thanks for the ride." "Extra sweaters? You have my cell phone number?"

"Mom—"

"Your ambrosia and nectar, Percy? And a golden drachma in case you need to contact camp?"

"Mom, seriously! We'll be fine. Come on, guys."

She looked a little hurt, and I kinda wanted to slap Percy for saying that to his mom, he's lucky to have a loving parent, most Demi-gods don't often get even one good parent. Me and Percy were lucky to have our family's. Me with my Mom, Uncles, and Aunt and Percy with his Mom and Brother, Tyson.

If Percy's mom told one more story about how cute he looked in the bathtub when I was three years old, I was going to start laughing my ass off. we followed Percy outside. The wind blew straight through my coat like ice daggers.

Once Sally's car was out of sight, Thalia said, "Your mom is so cool, Percy." "She's pretty okay," Percy admitted. "What about you? You ever get in touch with your mom?" As soon as Percy said it, I covered my mouth and backed up a bit. Thalia was great at giving evil looks, what with the punk clothes she always wears—the ripped-up army jacket, black leather pants and chain jewelry, the black eyeliner and those intense blue eyes. But the look she gave Percy now was a perfect evil "ten."

"If that was any of your business, Percy—" "We'd better get inside," Annabeth interrupted. "Grover will be waiting." Thalia looked at the castle and shivered. "You're right. I wonder what he found here that made him send the distress call."

I stared up at the dark towers of Westover Hall. "Nothing good," I guessed. The oak doors groaned open, and the three of us stepped into the entry hall in a swirl of snow. All I could say was, "Holy Shit."

The place was huge. The walls were lined with battle flags and weapon displays: antique rifles, battle axes, and a bunch of other stuff. I mean, I knew Westover was a military school and all, but the decorations seemed like overkill. Literally. My hand went to my neck, where I kept my lethal necklace, Νικητής (Winner). I could already sense something wrong in this place. Something dangerous. Thalia was rubbing her silver bracelet, her favorite magic item. I knew we were thinking the same thing. A fight was coming. Annabeth started to say, "I wonder where—"