Chapter 4: That Day
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Fear was something that the girl thought of as a weakness. Fear came from a lack of knowledge and only a fool would consider wandering into the dark without knowing where to go. She was no fool.
Ever since that day, the girl promised herself to be brave. To be courageous, even if things appeared to be frightening.
Afterwards, she held true to her promise and although moments of shock and anxiety were unavoidable, as those were part of the human condition, from that point on she had never been truly afraid.
She had lived with that vow in mind for such a long time, she had almost forgotten what it felt like to be terrified.
The girl was not afraid of monsters.
That was until she met Eren Yeager.
The blond girl hovered over the new kid's face, long hair falling down and draping past the sides of the sleeping demigod's face.
Gray coloured eyes studied his features with a surgeon's precision, meticulously mapping and memorizing each detail in hopes of gleaming any information about this mysterious newcomer.
She briefly checked the doors to the infirmary. She had left them in a way she could expect some privacy, but not make it overtly clear she was trying to. From her current view point she had a perfect view on the outside, able to see just through the crack between the doors.
Her eyes were drawn back to Eren as he groaned and suddenly turned.
The young demigod stirred in his sleep, muttering something as an anguished look crossed his face. He clenched his hand into fist for a brief moment, before his entire body relaxed again as he fell deeper into the realms of unconsciousness.
Annabeth counted in her head to 10, waiting for the demigod to rise. When it didn't happen she released her breath and continued her little investigation.
Eren didn't look special, that much Annabeth concluded, although she couldn't exactly tell how someone that was special would look like.
The boy had short black hair that parted in the middle, splitting like curtains to reveal a well rounded face and soft eyes that were peacefully resting, not seeing any evil in the world. Such a stark contrast to how she found him on the porch of the Big House two days ago.
Back then his eyes had been so vengeful, filled with hatred while tears streamed down his face.
It must have been the storm and hurricane that surrounded camp at the time. The roaring wind and the earth shattering lightning strikes made it look as if the boy had been an Olympian in disguise, ready to burn everything into shadows with his rage.
The boy looked bruised, he had cuts all over his body. He was bleeding from his mouth and the skin around his knuckles had turned red. Gold coloured dust stuck to his body like a macabre reward.
"My friend," the boy had whispered, his voice dry. "He needs help."
He pointed at the ground a further back where Grover lied, unconscious and face hugging the dirt.
"Oh dear," Chiron had whispered. "We need to get you to the med bay right now! Annabeth, get Will!"
"No!" The boy yelled, suddenly the life energy returning to him. His eyes flashed bright. "I need a weapon! That thing. It's still out there. I need a weapon."
"You are in no shape to fight!" Chiron protested, already hurrying forward and gesturing to nearby campers to arm themselves.
"I have to fight! That thing, it took my-" he clenched his teeth. "That monster took my mom! I HAVE TO KILL IT!"
"We will handle this," Chiron tried to reassure the kid. He placed his hand on Eren's shoulder but it was forcefully shoved away.
"No, I need to be the one to kill that monster. I am the only one-" He stopped talking while he turned around to head back to the warrior.
The words that he wanted to scream at the centaur had been forcefully taken away as Eren slumped to the ground like a sack of potatoes, all the energy leaving him at once.
Annabeth wondered how tired the kid must have been to drop like that. He laid there on the porch, bleeding from his wounds while tears continued to flow.
She recalled how they went to the barrier with 5 experienced campers and Chiron at their side, ; prepared to chase off whatever monster roamed around Thalia's barrier and sent the message that the boy was now off limits.
That was their plan at first.
When they found the Minotaur everyone had been left stumped.
They heard it before they saw the cursed creature. Each step he took caused the ground to rumble, shaking leaves and branches while the force of each step traveled through their bodies.
It was screaming. No—roaring—with the same anger the boy had just came to them. Trees shook as the monster stalked through the forest, swinging around his massive arms and shattering trees as it blindly stumbled amongst the trees. Screaming and calling out for the demigod in a language of rage and revenge.
"Is it blind?" One of the campers, Connor, had asked with a hushed tone.
"That's insane," Michael murmured with the same quiet hush. "No way that kid did that."
"That must have taken a lot of courage," Chiron concluded as he drew his bow.
"Courage my ass," Beckendorf retorted. "That kid must have been suicidal or something."
The Minotaur was stumbling through the woods like a blind bull, blowing away trees and raging while a brownish substance leaking from many cuts left across his body.
None of the gashes were deep but blood was seeping through all the small wounds, together it must have been enough to wear it down.
The weapon that created all these cuts was lodged in one of the bull's eye sockets.
A small pocket knife. Barely bigger than a stone had caused all of this. Annabeth thought.
The monster was bleeding profusely from deep cuts across his face. Anguish and pain drowned each roar he unleashed while blood leaked into his eye holes.
With a sight that could have been called empathetic Chiron released the string of his bow and released an arrow.
The celestial bronze tip cleaved through the Minotaur's brain. At once, the monstrosity stopped trashing and fell backwards. His body hit the ground, the earth cracked one last time before the monster vaporized into nothingness, his essence returning to the primordial state of chaos.
The small pocket knife dropped to the ground.
Chiron shared a worried look with Annabeth.
"Let's return." Chiron had said, shaking his head slightly and telling Annabeth to keep her questions and thoughts locked up inside herself for a little longer.
Annabeth softly moved the blanket that covered his body, trying not to disturb him while she continued her quest for clues.
He was fairly athletic but not in a significant way that could trace back to his heritage. Annabeth was sure he wasn't a child of Hephaestus but not much else could be gleaned from his physical appearance.
Before she pulled the blanket back she noticed the scars on his hand. His knuckles had been torn to shreds, to the point she felt sick looking at them. But now, they were barely more than white lines across smooth skin.
Ambrosia was a miracle when it came to healing wounds, Annabeth knew that, but the rate at which his body had fixed itself was fast, even when considering that.
He was a fast healer, maybe a son of Apollo?
Annabeth took a step back from the sleeping demigod and prepared to leave him. Yet, as she looked at him she couldn't help but to have this uneasy feeling inside her stomach.
A primordial instinct that told her that this person was more than he seemed to be. Dangerous even. Her senses told her she was standing next to a bomb that could detonate at any moment.
Was he special? The one who was prophesied to come to camp? Annabeth couldn't tell. There were no clues, but her gut feeling told her that this was the one.
The thought of him being the child of the prophecy made her sick. No one deserved such a fate.
But if he was, then he would need someone to protect him.
Annabeth shook her head. She was being irrational, grasping at straws and imposing her own hopes and desires onto a random demigod that showed up.
She let out a small chuckle as she comprehended how absurd her thoughts were. Oh, the hubris.
She took a look at the normal kid lying in the infirmary. She double checked the bandages and was about to turn around when the boy stirred in his sleep.
His breathing suddenly became quicker and he started to twitch, twisting the blanket around himself as if he was fighting a python.
He started to mumble something incoherently while turning around.
Annabeth moved closer, at once she disregarded all her previous promises when she noticed the small window of opportunity.
"What will happen at the summer solstice?" She asked.
The pained expression on the demigod's face softened, as if her voice had soothed him.
Annabeth frowned, seeing how she was losing him.
"Tell me," she said, this time her voice slightly louder, "something was stolen, what is it? We need to find it qui-"
"I…" he croaked sleepily.
"Speak louder, please." Annabeth lowered her ear to his mouth.
Still, balancing between sleep and awakening, the demigod whispered softly. "I'll kill them all. Every last one."
A/N Hi and thank you for reading this. I enjoy writing this and it seems other people still enjoy reading it, thus the cycle will continue.
I thought it might be good to answer some questions. First of, no, Eren will not have his Titan shifting powers. I think these powers would be way too powerful for the PJO universe and render any potential conflict a simple stomp on Eren's side (a literal stomp), it would also be rather hard to justify his power as well.
I plan on Eren following the same character arc-ish scenarios as he did in the Attack on Titan. That means that unlike Percy, Eren's not a paragon or a skilled swordsman.
I want to do at least the original 5 books of PJO, all of them in the same fragmented-pov switching style you've read up till now. It will start following canon, but as a radiant butterfly opens and closes her wings, the story will derail from canon as it goes on.
I hope you all still enjoy this and will accompany me until we reach that point.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts in the reviews. I am about to watch Attack on Titan, the Final season part 3 cour 1. So yeah, see you all later.
-CaptainMoonShine-
(Reviews)
THE TOWER OF PIMPS:
Ah yes the ocean a complex symbol in the life of Eren Yeager something he could never truly comprehend on the little island of paradis until he saw it. Also camp half-blood is going to be hell for our boy it is just the same as paradis a safe place that also acts as a bird cage with an added prophecy for added insult to an injury he doesn't know existed.
A: Glad you picked up on that parallel. Not very subtle but glad it was noticed.
Joseph Marin, probably a lot.
Sensepi Rescopula, I hope I answered your questions sufficiently.
, I think you will enjoy.
Delta6697, thank you for the compliment. And yes, Camp Half-Blood won't be appreciated nearly as much.
Austin, thank you for your review. I think it's a crime how little fics there are in which Eren gets transported instead of the opposite. I hope this fic might change it, or atleast, fill that void.
