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I only own Annabeth's POV
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Perhaps I should introduce myself first. My name is Annabeth Athena Chase. I am a demigod, a child of a goddess, Athena the Goddess of Wisdom, and a mortal. My father is Frederick Chase. He is a professor at West Point and teaches American History. He is officially, like, the worst father ever. But not as bad as his wife, my stepmother. Her name is Helen Chase. She hates me, I hate her, end of story. I was only 7 when... Stop thinking Annabeth! I chided myself. It would only make me depressed. I treaded through the grass as I made my way to the Hermes Cabin. I frantically tied to straighten out my wavy blonde hair. I took out a watermelon flavored chapstick and applied it on my lips. I straightened out the creases in my Camp-Half-Blood shirt and denim jeans. I retied my shoelaces, afraid that I would trip over them later. After feeling satisfied with looks, I took a deep breath to calm myself down. I walked over to the door of the Hermes Cabin and raised my hands to knock. The door flung open, knocking me off my balance.
A pair of strong arms grabbed me, one my waist, one behind my neck. I looked up to see a familiar face. It had sandy-colored hair and a thin scar from his right eye to his jaw. He grinned a crooked grin that made me feel faint. I cleared my throat and dusted myself off, getting up. I could feel my face going as red as a tomato. I bit my lip and stuttered,"Sorry...Luke." He shrugged his shoulders and replied,"It's ok. I was looking for you anyway. Chiron said that he was looking for you down at the pavilion." I nodded and ran away as far as I could, glad for the excuse to leave. How could I embarrass myself in front of him like that! Oh well, better go meet Chiron now. I sprinted to the pavilion and saw him standing there.
Warning: Chiron is a centaur. He is a human from the waist up, but at his hip, his skin melded into a pristine white color which then spread across his bottom half of a horse. He told me,"Annabeth hurry! Follow me!" I ran faster as Chiron galloped to the front entrance of Camp Half Blood. I saw a tall and strong Pine Tree standing firm. I blinked back tears at the thought of my old friend. I shook away my depressing thoughts and focused on Chiron. He was kneeling over a young boy who was about my age. The boy caught my attention immediately. He was collapsed on the floor in a heap, beside him was a pile of fur, my friend Grover! After seeing that Grover was alive, I leant over the strange boy. He had dark brown hair that was brushed messily across his face. His skin was slightly pink, as if he had run a long way. But the thing that captured my attention were his eyes. They were pure sea-green. I looked to his hand where he was grasping a black, curved object. I gasped. It was a Minotaur horn. He fought the Minotaur and beat it, without any training! How could anyone do that! Most campers ended up dying. And the Minotaur! There was only one and he had been in the Underworld. That meant that Hades had sent him to attack this boy. He must be important if a major God had put interest in him. It has got to be him!
"He's the one. He must be." I said breathlessly. Chiron replied,"Hush Annabeth. He is still conscious. Bring him inside." Then, the boy blacked out. Chiron told me to nurse the boy back to health, and to do this, I would be excused from my classes for the next 2 days. I nodded and carefully lifted him up. I carried him to the infirmary where I requested a private room for him. Will nodded and showed me to a wooden door. I thanked him and walked inside, setting the boy on a bed. I covered him with a duvet and slipped a pillow under his head so that he would be comfortable. Chiron trotted in at that moment and smiled,"His name is Percy. I went to Yancy to teach him. He might be something special. His mother was killed by the Minoraur and Percy destroyed the monster out pure anger." I was surprised. Percy is definitely important. Poor guy, though. His mother must have loved him a lot. Not that I would know what it was like. Heck, I'd never ever talked to my actual mother. Athena was always too busy. I would never even have seen before if we hadn't gone on a field trip to Olympus. Will Solace brought in a bowl of ambrosia and a cup of nectar for Percy to eat. "You gotta feed him." Will said. I wrinkled my nose in disgust. I picked up the spoon and scooped up a tiny bit of ambrosia. I fed it to Percy who instantly looked much better. I fed him some nectar and looked at him. Drops of drool were trickling down the corner of his mouth. He was a hard person to take care of. He woke up a few times today, but only for a few seconds. Not long enough for me to interrogate him about the thing that was stolen. The Minotaur fight seemed to have drained his energy more than possible.
Now was already the second day. Percy should have woken up already. Or he would wake up today. Chiron had brought some pudding for me to feed Percy as well and I had to refrain from asking Chiron if someone else could replace me. Percy also drooled in his sleep and I had to clean that up. It was gross. I was a child if Athena! For gods' sake! I wasn't a daughter of Apollo! Why me! At least I would be able to interrogate him if he woke up. Which most likely would not happen.
At that moment, speaking-no, thinking about the devil, Percy groggily awoke. I smirked as I scraped drips of drool as buttered-popcorn-like pudding off his chin.
Thoughts ran through my mind in a split second; interrogate him NOW. I bombarded Percy with questions. "What will happen at the summer solstice?" I asked hurriedly, I have to get some answers before he goes back to unconsciousness. "What?" was all Percy croaked. I groaned inwardly. My eyes flickered to in all directions to make sure no one could overhear order us. Because then I would get scolded by Chiron like crazy. For sure. I asked quickly again,"What's going on? What was stolen? We've only got a few weeks!"
"I'm sorry," Percy mumbled,"I don't..." Someone rapped on the door and I gasped. I shoved a spoonful of pudding into his mouth and sighed in relief as his body went limp and his head hit the pillow once more. Argus stood there and said in a husky, deep voice,"Chiron asked me to let you go for your other activities. I will take it from here." I thanked Argus, the head of security and headed off for my Masters' Archery Class. Argus had hundreds of eyes all over his body, hands and face. He was usually embarrassed to even say a word in front of other campers because he had an eye on his tongue and he was afraid that he would get teased for it. But I had been here since I was 7, we were good friends and he was not scared to speak to me.
The whole time at Masters' Archery, I was distracted. What had been stolen? Would Percy be able to answer my questions once he is fully awake. Or would he ever wake up, he had already been out for several days.
"Annabeth!" A shout broke through my thoughts. It was Chiron. He was looking at me unbelievably,"Ypu haven't even hit the target the whole day! Please concentrate!" I nodded frantically  and readied my stance. I pulled back the string an aimed for a bit higher than the bullseye. I narrowed my eyes and vision. I released the arrow. It whistled loudly and hit the bullseye straight there. I knocked another arrow and pulled the string back. I aimed for the same spot again and released. This arrow was silent but emitted a cracking sound at the end. I focused on the target and gasped. My arrow had split the previous arrow. I looked at Chiron. He was impressed,"Are you sure you don't want to join the hunters, Annabeth? You're a pretty good shot and a fighter." I thought of Luke and shook my head."Never Chiron. I prefer to change. And change is good." With that, my class was over and I walked back to my cabin. Just as I entered the cabin, one of my stepbrothers, Malcolm, rushed towards me and said that Chiron wanted to see me immediately at the Big House. It was about the new camper, Percy. I nodded my thanks and rushed to the Big house.
The Big house was the biggest building in the whole camp. It was four-stories-high and was sky blue with a white trim. I rushed to the porch and saw Chiron and Mr D, aka Dionysus, the God of Wine. He hated us campers and was only here as a punishment from his father, Zeus, because he had chased after a pretty nymph who had been off-limits. Mr D was a small and plump man. He had a red nose, big watery eyes and ebony hair that looked like the color of wine. Today he was wearing a tiger-patterned shirt which he must have gotten from Hawaii. Chiron was sitting in a wheelchair which puzzled me. He saw my look and explained,"Percy believes that I am paralyzed from the waist down and is his Latin Teacher, Mr Brunner. I don't want to overwhelm him immediately." I nodded in understanding and greeted Mr D. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that Mr D never remembered anyone's names. So naturally, he greets me with,"Hello Anniebell." I nodded back and leant on the porch rail next to Mr D and Chiron who were sitting on opposite sides of a card table, playing a game of pinochle.
Just then, Percy came up the porch, accompanied by Grover. Grover murmured to Percy,"That's Mr D. He's the camp director Be polite." Good warning, Grover. Then he said my name and I perked up, straining my ears. "The girl, that's Annabeth Chase. She's just a camper, but she's been here longer than just about anybody." Got that right. "And you already know Chiron."  Percy shouted,"Mr Brunner!"
Chiron responded with a smile,"Ah, good, Percy. Now we have four for pinochle." Chiron offered Percy a chair to the right of Mr D, who said,"Oh, I suppose I must say it. Welcome to Camp-Half-Blood. There. Now don't expect me to be glad to see you." Percy scooted a little to his left,"Uh, thanks."
"Annabeth?" Chiron called me forward and I obeyed. "This young lady nursed you back to health, Percy. Annabeth, my dear, why don't you go check on Percy's bunk? We'll be putting him in cabin eleven for now," Chiron finished. I replied,"Sure, Chiron."
Percy analyzed me closely. But there was nothing about me to look at or analyze. Except for perhaps my eyes. I about a couple of centimeters taller that Percy, and a lot more athletic-looking. I could not believe that he had taken down the Minotaur, he was so...scrawny. I looked almost like a stereotypical California girl with my tan from training and staying out in the sun so much and my wavy, or you could say curly blonde hair. But my eyes ruined the image. My eyes were a dark, intimidating stormy grey. They always looked like I was thinking about the best way to beat someone up in a fight, which I lived and was mostly true. I glanced at the Minotaur horn in his hand, then unbelievably back at him. He could not have takken down a Minotaur without a weapon. I was about to commend him for his achievement. Then, I remembered the disgusting bits of drool that I had had to clean up the past few days and it dismissed any positive thoughts about him. I had nothing also to say or lose, so I said,"You drool when you sleep." I think Grover was about to explode in laughter so I decided to spare Percy the embarrassment and sprinted off down the lawn, suppressing a grin and a laugh.