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

I Discover I Have Ornithophobia

 The next few days were torture, just like Tantalus wanted. First there was Tyson moving into the Poseidon cabin, giggling to himself every fifteen seconds and saying, "Percy is my brother?" like he'd just won the lottery. "Aw, Tyson," Percy would say. "It's not that simple."

But there was no explaining it to him. He was in heaven. but I could tell that Percy felt ashamed. his father, the all-powerful Poseidon, had gotten moony-eyed for some nature spirit, and Tyson had been the result. I mean, I'd read the myths about Cyclopes. I even remembered that they were often Poseidon's children.

And then there were the comments from the other campers. Suddenly, he wasn't Percy Jackson, the cool guy who'd retrieved Zeus's lightning bolt last summer. Now he was Percy Jackson, the poor schmuck with the ugly monster for a brother.

"He's not my real brother!" he protested whenever Tyson wasn't around. "He's more like a half-brother on the monstrous side of the family. Like ... a half-brother twice removed, or something."

Nobody bought it.

Annie and I tried to make him feel better. She suggested we team up for the chariot race to take our minds off our problems. Don't get me wrong—we all hated Tantalus and we were worried sick about camp—but we didn't know what to do about it. Until we could come up with some brilliant plan to save Thalia's tree, we figured we might as well go along with the races. 

After all, Annabeth's mom, Athena, had invented the chariot, and Percy's dad had created horses, I'm just along for the ride. Together we would own that track. One morning Annie, Percy and I were sitting by the canoe lake sketching chariot designs when some jokers from Aphrodite's cabin walked by and asked Percy if he needed to borrow some eyeliner for his eye ... "Oh sorry, eyes."

As they walked away laughing, Annabeth grumbled, "Just ignore them, Percy. It isn't your fault you have a monster for a brother."

"He's not my brother!" he snapped. "And he's not a monster, either!"

Annabeth raised her eyebrows. "Hey, don't get mad at me! And technically, he is a monster."

"Guys-" I was interrupted

"Well you gave him permission to enter the camp."

"Because it was the only way to save your life! I mean ... I'm sorry, Percy, I didn't expect Poseidon to claim him. Cyclopes are the most deceitful, treacherous—"

"He is not! What have you got against Cyclopes, anyway?" I got the feeling there was something she wasn't telling me—something bad. "Just forget it," she said. "Now, the axle for this chariot—"

"You're treating him like he's this horrible thing," he said. "He saved my life."

"guys, come on-" Again I was interrupted, Annabeth threw down her pencil and stood. "Then maybe you should design a chariot with him." she yelled at him

"Maybe I should."

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"Birdie, you coming with me or staying with him" I hesitated but stood up and she took my hand and dragged me along. "Ugh I cant stand him" I wanted to ask her more but I knew better than to try and talk to Annie while she was made, so once we got to a new spot and sat I laid my head on her lap and she played with my hair.

The next couple of days, I tried to keep my mind off my problems. Annie gave me my first riding lesson on a Pegasus. She explained that there was only one immortal winged horse named Pegasus, who still wandered free somewhere in the skies, but over the eons he'd sired a lot of children, none quite so fast or heroic, but all named after the first and greatest.