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

We Take Our Pets For A Joy Ride

~~~~~Y/N's PΩV~~~~~~

 Mrs. O'Leary and Chimera saw me and Percy before we saw them, which was a pretty good trick considering their both the size of a garbage truck. I walked into the arena, and a wall of darkness slammed into us.

"WOOF!"

The next thing I knew we were flat on the ground with a huge paw on my chest and two oversized tongues licking mine and Percy's face. "Ow!" I said. "Hey, guys. Good to see you too. Ow!" Chimera picked me up like a mother cat does to her kittens, It took a few minutes for Mrs. O'Leary to calm down and get off Percy. By then he was pretty much drenched in dog drool. She wanted to play fetch, so he picked up a bronze shield and tossed it across the arena.

By the way, Mrs. O'Leary is the world's only friendly hellhound and Chimera is the world only friendly monster child of Gaia. they lived at camp, but Charles. . . well, Charles used to take care of them whenever me and Percy were gone. He had smelted Mrs. O'Leary's favorite bronze chewing bone. He'd forged her collar with the little smiley face and a crossbones name tag. He had carved Chimera a wooden cast when they broke their leg. Next to me, Beckendorf had been Chimera's best friend.

Thinking about that made me sad all over again, but I watched as Percy threw the shield a few more times because Mrs. O'Leary and Chimera insisted. Soon Mrs. O'Leary started barking—a sound slightly louder than an artillery gun—like she needed to go for a walk. The other campers didn't think it was funny when she went to the bathroom in the arena. 

It had caused more than one unfortunate slip-and-slide accident. So we opened the gates of the arena, and she bounded straight toward the woods. we jogged after her, Chimera pacing next to us. were not too concerned that she was getting ahead. Nothing in the woods could threaten Mrs. O'Leary. Even the dragons and giant scorpions ran away when she came close.

When I finally tracked her down, she wasn't using the facilities. She was in a familiar clearing where the Council of Cloven Elders had once put Grover on trial. The place didn't look so good. The grass had turned yellow. The three topiary thrones had lost all their leaves. But that's not what surprised me. In the middle of the glade stood the weirdest trio I'd ever seen: Juniper the tree nymph, Nico di Angelo, and a very old, very fat satyr.

Nico was the only one who didn't seem freaked out by Mrs. O'Leary's appearance. He looked different—an aviator's jacket, black jeans, and a T-shirt with dancing skeletons on it, like one of those Day of the Dead pictures. His Stygian iron sword hung at his side. He was only twelve, but he looked much older and sadder.

He nodded when he saw me, then went back to scratching Mrs. O'Leary's ears. She sniffed his legs like he was the most interesting thing since rib-eye steaks. Being the son of Hades, he'd probably been traveling in all sorts of hellhound-friendly places.

The old satyr didn't look nearly so happy. "Will someone—what is this underworld creature doing in my forest!" He waved his arms and trotted on his hooves as if the grass were hot. "You there, Percy Jackson! Is this your beast?"

"Sorry, Leneus," he said. "That's your name, right?" The satyr rolled his eyes. His fur was dust-bunny gray, and a spiderweb grew between his horns. His belly would've made him an invincible bumper car. "Well, of course I'm Leneus. Don't tell me you've forgotten a member of the Council so quickly." "I wish I did" I said, I really didnt like these fuckers. "Now, call off your beast!"

"WOOF!" Mrs. O'Leary said happily. Chimera came up behind me and Leneus just seemed to get even more scared. good. The old satyr gulped. "M-Make it go away! Juniper, I will not help you under these circumstances!" Juniper turned toward us. She was pretty in a dryad-y way, with her purple gossamer dress and her elfish face, but her eyes were green-tinted with chlorophyll from crying.