Chapter 1. He's the one. He must be.

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This Fan fiction is based on Rick Riordan's Percy Jackson & the Olympians: the Lightning Thief book. I do not own any of the characters, books or really anything thing to do with the Lightning Thief. I'm just re-writing it in Annabeth's perspective.

I AM A NEW WRITER AND THIS IS MY FIRST FANFICTION SO PLZ BE SOFT ON ME !

Chapter 1. He's the one. He must be.

I was walking over to the dining pavilion when I hear shouting, but it wasn't just shouting, it sounded distraught and wild.
My ears traced the noise all the way to the porch near the boundary line and there was my good friend Grover, his eyes half open, leaning on the boy who was shouting. He shouted and as he got closer I could make out what he said, he was calling to his mum, I could see silent tears running down his cheeks. He was holding a Minotaur horn, no...His mum wasn't killed by the Minotaur, was she? Chiron appeared out of nowhere.
"Annabeth's what's all this noise...?"
I couldn't make my lips move so I gestured towards the boy and Grover.
"Oh my gods." Chiron murmured, then the boy collapsed on the wooden porch and stared up at us. He had cuts and bruises on every inch of his body but despite this he was pretty good looking; he seemed to be around my age. There was an aura of power that seemed to radiate from him; some kind of fierce energy even as his eyes had started to droop closed.
"He's the one," I finally managed. "He must be."
"Silence, Annabeth," Chiron snapped. "He's still conscious. Bring him inside."
I helped Chiron haul the boy then Grover to the Big House.
"Will Grover be okay?" he was lying down on a bed, moaning for food.
"He will be fine, just a few cuts and a mild concussion-nothing permanent or serious. Quick pass me some nectar, fast! On the table." I reached for the bottle of nectar on the wooden table and quickly passed it to Chiron. Chiron dripped it into Percy's mouth...nothing happened.
Chiron cursed in ancient Greek.
He tried again...nothing. He muttered a prayer then placed his hand on the boy heart and gave him a little more nectar. He spluttered, Chiron looked relieved and I exhaled a breath that I didn't even know I had been holding.
Then gave the nectar to me, motioning to Grover. I poured a little into his mouth. Grover moaned about cheese enchiladas for a moment then opened his eyes. He didn't look injured anymore, everything about him was healed.
"Annabeth, I must go and take Grover to his hearing. Would you mind to stay here and look after Percy?"
Percy-that was his name. It was an odd, unusual name but it somehow felt familiar, like I'd read it somewhere.
Poor boy, he'd probably get teased by Clarisse the first time she heard his name. But somehow the name seemed incomplete like it was an abbreviation of something.
I didn't really want to stay with the boy but I'd overheard something about the summer solstice and something that had been stolen; maybe the boy knew...
"Oh, right. Sure Chiron, I'll take care of him."
"Thank you, child." He smiled faintly. "Argus will be over in a few minutes to help you; don't give the boy too much nectar..." We locked eyes, I knew well enough not to give him too much nectar, one sip too much and you spontaneously combust.
"Good luck, Grover." I said.
"Thanks Annabeth. I'll probably need it." he moaned and walked away behind Chiron.
The boy, Percy, was sleeping and muttering strange things about barnyard animals and food and some wanting to kill him and something about a Kindly One who attacked him and was disguised as a teacher. Gods, does this boy have a creative imagination, I thought as I dripped nectar into his mouth. He coughed and spit dripped out of his mouth. Ew! This boy so owed me, all I was saying was I'd better get good information about the summer solstice and he'd better be grateful that I was doing this. More slobber dripped out of his mouth. I growled under my breath and the boy stirred just as Argus walked in.
"Argus, you can go; it's fine." I didn't want him to hear the question I wanted to ask the boy.
He cocked his head to one side.
"Yes, I'm sure."
He nodded. Argus didn't talk he had eyes all over his body and I meant all over, including his tongue. Yeuch.
Finally, he opened the door and I listened until the echoing clip, clop of his shoes became no longer audible.
The boy opened his eyes, I was meant to say something about his bad dribbling habit when I noticed his eyes; I hadn't had a chance to properly observe his eyes before they were startlingly green. Swirls of green, all different shades, curled over each other. Overlapping, merging, glowing, and creating a whole new colour. It was like I was seeing the colour for the first time ever. The colour green was underrated; these eyes weren't just green they were out of this world.
This green put even the watercolour green that you see in masterpiece paintings, even the ripest shiniest leaf in summertime to shame.
His eyes were vivid and captured the dim Big House lighting in an attractive way, like they were cutting through all the light and rearranging it into a beautiful picture. I couldn't speak, my throat felt closed up like someone had taken my voice away.
Get a grip, Annabeth! I told myself but I was lost in his eyes; they were so deep. Like the sea, I felt like I was drowning... Summer Solstice, remember! That knocked me out of my inward speculation.
"What will happen at the summer solstice?"
The boy barely managed a whisper, "What?"
I looked around, checking for Chiron or anyone else who might be listening in on us. "What's going on? What was stolen? We've only got a few weeks!" I hissed desperately.
"I'm sorry," he said, sounding lost. "I don't..." He didn't know, he had to know something. That idiot had me sitting there for hours feeding him and all for nothing?
I was about to press him further when there was a rap on the door, I filled the boy's moth with nectar so he was almost at choking point and threw the spoon down. What? It was a fair revenge, you try sitting in the same position for hours on end watching someone dribble while you feed them nectar and wait for them to wake up. That's what I thought. I raced out of the room, paused at the door and put on my invisibility cap and took when I got outside on the porch.
"Annabeth." I spun around guiltily, thinking that Chiron had heard what I had been asking Percy.
"Chiron, I'm...um...sorry."
"For what child?" he asked, confused.
"Um, for...uh," no way was I going to tell him what I had been going to say before. "Um, I don't know. I'm just messed up because of Grover and his hearing. Did he do okay?"
"Annabeth...you know the rough times Grover has been through with rescuing, um, campers," I knew, Thalia had been my big sister; my everything and I had lost her.
"But, the council, they'll give him another chance. Right?" My voice had meant to be strong and sure but instead it came out pleading and unsure.
"Child...I do not know as yet. I advise you to pray to the gods that they'll give him another chance." Chiron said softly.
"Oh."
"But, um, there's someone I'd like you to meet."
"Who?" I asked, curious.
"Percy Jackson."
"Percy J-," I stopped myself. "It's not by any chance the boy how I was just looking after?"
"Yes, why?" Chiron asked raising an eyebrow.
"I've already met him."
"No well enough, he should know the person who helped nurse him back to health."
I don't want to meet the boy, I thought Who had me putting all my hopes on him knowing about the solstice. But it turned out that the only thing he knew how to do was dribble.
"Is there something the matter with that, Annabeth?"
"Oh, no, no!" I said a little too quickly. Chiron raised an eyebrow but knew me well enough to know that I wasn't going to tell him what was on my mind.
"I mean, uh, nothing's the matter."
I could tell Chiron didn't believe me but he'd known me long enough to sense that I wasn't going to tell him what was really on my mind.
"Well, wait here. Percy should be coming out in a few minutes." And he galloped away. I sighed. Great. I have to re-meet the guy who dribbles when he sleeps. Great, just great.

I leaned against a rail near where couple of the Apollo campers were sitting down and talking.
"He killed it," Johnny said."He ripped off the horn and shoved it right into its flesh. Raw talent."
"And precise," said Lilly. "He would have to use just the correct balance of momentum and force to get just the perfect piercing stab."
"What are you guys talking about?" I asked.
Johnny nodded towards Percy who I hadn't even noticed had arrived. "Him is what we're talking about. Hades, what the whole camp is talking about. The boy killed the minotaur."
"What?" I almost yelled.
"To save his mum, that was pretty heroic. It must have taken a lot of courage,"
"Killed the minotaur..." I whispered to myself. No regular demigod had ever killed the minotaur.No one at camp had ever gotten near enough, nobody was trained enough or skilful enough. This boy...he had never been trained as far as I knew. He'd never been to camp and, on that, I was entirely sure. I'd been at camp for 5 years now, I knew everybody around here and I had never once seen Percy.
I turned around; Percy was staring at Mr D with a look that was a cross between amusement and dislike.
Grover whispered a warning to Percy about me polite to Mr D and told him my name then pointed to Chiron.
"Mr Brunner!" Whom?
Chiron turned around and grinned at Percy.
"Ah, good, Percy," Chiron's eyes shone, like he was really pleased to see him. Chiron patted the chair next to Mr D who looked at him the way he looked at every single knew camper: a dark, heated sort of glare that was slightly marred by his drunkenness.
"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 took one look at Mr D, another at his chair then back and scooted his chair back. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't exactly blame him for moving, Mr D's real name was Dionysus. God of wine, merriment, drinking and all that rubbish. Although no one would say that to is face, though. Rumour had it that the last camper to say a bad word to him was strangled by grape vines.
"Annabeth?" Chiron called to me; I stepped forward.
"Sure, Chiron."
I briefly considered saying something like, "Hey! You killed the Minotaur." or "That was pretty brave of you." I felt sorry about what had happened to his mother but I didn't want to bring it up, it might of upset him.
Instead all I could think of to say was, "You drool when you sleep." It was neutral, not overly gentle or harsh. And a rightful statement, Percy had been lying there drooling for 5 hours.
I could feel Jackson's confusion practically buzzing through the air and his eyes trying to decipher my thoughts but I turned on my heels and ran off down the hill to my cabin.
I didn't know why but I felt almost instinctively angry towards him...weird.
I needed more information on Percy, immediately