Note: This is a translation of Carlotaaa2 's story "Annabeth Chase et le voleur de foudre" which was written in French and can be found at www . fanfiction s /9275890 /1 /Annabeth-Chase-et-le-voleur-de-foudre if you remove the spaces. If I missed any parts and they are still in french, please let me know. -Aviendhaphiragon
1. A boy arrives in the dead of night with a Minotaur horn
I was in my cabin, but I couldn't sleep. The thunder rumbled much too loudly, and I moped after the latest letdown - a young girl had barely arrived at Camp Half Blood. She had been chased by a hell hound and she had had no weapons. It had been a close call when she passed the magical boundary. I had told myself (as usual, according to my half-brothers) : "It's her! The demigod I'm waiting for." and so I had pampered her for a whole week. I explained to her that her godly parent – in her case, her father – was a Greek God, and she just needed to wait for a sign from him. The normal talk. But she had been claimed by Hephaestus a week after her arrival... What a letdown! She HAD to be the one of the prophecy! I had cherished her for a week, two days, and three hours (about, huh). But no, she's just another blacksmith.
I wasn't going to confuse any more a normal demigod and THE demigod of my prophecy... I promise, I'm not going to be under anymore obstructive illusions! I had ju-
And then, I heard something - shouts. A boy's voice. A newcomer! It had to be Him!
No Annabeth! You just promised to abandon these silly hopes! said a small voice in my head.
Be quiet! responded another voice that was oh, so much more attractive.
So, I rushed outside, towards the shouts. Yes, it was indeed a boy, who carried a satyr and called for his mother (what a big baby). A satyr... and not just any satyr! My good friend, Grover. Was he injured?
I arrived at the Big House, and Chiron was already inside. The boy made it to the veranda, then fainted. Chiron had the air of knowing who it was, and he seemed worried. So the boy had to be linked to the solstice! He had to be!
"It's him. It has to be him," I said, almost begging.
"Silence, Annabeth," Chiron reprimanded me. "He is still conscious. Bring him inside."
The boy slowly groaned, and I told myself that Chiron surely had a reason - he had heard me... Oops... But it wasn't my fault if that fool had fainted! How could I have known?
I looked at the boy. He was the same age as me, and he had black hair. However, he was not very muscled.
I sighed and did my best to bring him to the infirmary. I put him down on a bed and went to look for ambrosia and nectar. As I always insisted on being with wounded that arrived at Camp (He often seemed like the hero I was waiting for, but they always let me down), they had finally given me permission to enter the restricted area and had instructed me to give first aid to the newcomers. I prepared a glass of nectar and put it on the boy's bedside table. I took care of Grover, then I went out. Chiron was waiting for me.
"Annabeth, I know you think he's the hero of the prophecy, but don't give yourself any illusions now. You-"
"Don't lie to me, Chiron! This one, it could be it! You sent Grover out to look for him! And you know him! It was to watch him that you disappeared so often, no? He's connected with- (I stopped myself just in time - Chiron couldn't know that I suspected something about the Winter Solstice theft). He's powerful, no? He arrived alive, so..."
"Annabeth!"
Ouch. Maybe I had gotten a little too carried away.
"Sorry Chiron, it's just that... I... you... my quest..."
"I know, my girl. You want it to be him. I won't lie to you, he is powerful. And yes, I watched him with Grover, and I stayed close to him myself the whole year, I admit.
The centaur wanted me to go to bed, but that was out of the question! I wanted to be there when this cursed boy woke up! He had to admit to me what he knew about the Summer Solstice, for he surely knows something! After much begging, Chiron relented, ordering me (since I wanted to collaborate) to give ambrosia to the boy – who was named Percy Jackson, according Chiron – until he woke up.
I then found my seat again at the boy's bedside for the whole night. Definitely, sleepless nights were chasing me - before because of lectures, hopes, and letdowns, right now because of the mysterious theft of the winter solstice and the new role in the infirmary.
I gave him ambrosia, but, evidently, as he was unconscious, he put it everywhere. I felt like a six year old girl with dolls but I thought that, maybe, by supplying him with godly food, he would wake up.
I must have fallen asleep, because I wasn't there when the sun rose. I stayed three more hours at the bedside of the boy, with my architecture book that I had gone to look for (nobody realized my absence; I had put on my Yankees cap of invisibility).
Percy.
That name is really strange, it must be short for something ... but for what? Patrick? No, that would be Pat. Rupert? Strange for a twelve year old... Pedro? Nah...
Pondering, I stuck ambrosia in the mouth of the boy with the weird name. He jerked me out of my reverie with a groan... He fluttered his eyelids and ... Yes! He opened them! I'll finally know the truth of what Chiron was hiding from me!
I had to admit, the eyes of the boy were very beautiful. They were a deep green, very hypnotizing.
I asked him, maybe with a bit too much fervor and hope, "What happened on the summer solstice?"
Hmm... Maybe he was still groggy. He croaked at me something like "Wud?" which I took to be a "What?"
He had spoken a bit loudly; I hoped nobody had heard us.
"What happened? What was stolen? We only have a few weeks!"
"I'm sorry," was the response of the boy, who had such beautiful eyes. "I don't..."
Dang! Someone knocked! I shoved a spoon of ambrosia down Percy's throat, and he went back to sleep. Damn boy! I was awake all night and all morning, and he knows nothing about anything!
Grover entered then into the infirmary. Apparently, he was not injured.
"Grover! Gods be praised, you're alright! What happened? Why were you-"
"Annabeth!" he interrupted me. "We'll talk later. Chiron asks that you come with me; I'm to tell what happened yesterday."
So, Grover took me to the rec room, where we found Chiron and Mr. D. After greeting them, Grover started his recitation, without interruptions.
He told us how Percy had been attacked by a Fury at school, then he had been monitored by the satyr and centaur, and how Mr. Brunner (aka Chiron) had deceived all the mortals. Then he arrived at the delicate part - Percy had abandoned him at a bus stop, where Grover had accompanied him, and how he had found him at the beach with his mother. What a fool, that boy! To leave after being specifically warned by the Fates. Then Grover arrived at the story of the Minotaur, showing us the horn, which he had gone back to the hill to recover. That boy had killed the Minotaur! And with his bare hands! What luck! He was really powerful... This could really be the boy of my quest.
When Grover had finished, Chiron and Mr. D had asked me to go out - if I had the right to listen to the story, it was so that I didn't hassle Grover with questions, but, as I told them, I didn't need to know more. He told me to go take a nap, saying Grover wanted to watch Percy for a bit.
I found myself back in my cabin, on my bunk, but I couldn't sleep. This boy upset me, but why? He wasn't very muscular, not very big, and merely spat out the nectar that I gave him. Still, he was powerful, even to powerful - the Minotaur had chased him. His aura was therefore quite strong.
To amuse myself, I tried to find the full name of the boy. Peter? That didn't fit. Perrin or Pierce? Too strange, even for him. After thinking it over for some time, I arrived at the conclusion that he was named Percival (the knight of the round table) or Perseus (the son of Zeus).
I was awake with Percival one more time, during the afternoon. Every time I gave him nectar, he spat it up... This Perseus was becoming annoying! Annoyed, I went to bed, leaving Grover at the bedside of the boy-with-the-unknown-first-name.
The next morning, after breakfast, I went to see Mr. D and Chiron, hoping to be able to overhear a part of the conversation. It was then that the boy (Percival or Perseus? I was more in favor of Perseus, being the name of a demigod after all) arrived, accompanied by Grover.