Disclaimer: I don't own Annabeth or any characters from the Percy Jackson series. I only own Kara, Fisher, and this plot.
I woke getting kicked by a farmer, I fell into his cornfield, "What are you doing on my property, you flea-bitten dog," he yelled, kicking me harder with each word he said, he was strong.
I coughed and sat up, throwing the farmer off balance, looking around for the baby. I looked for a few minutes, and finally noticed the basket hanging from a tree branch, a few feet away from me.
I tried to get up but, fell back to the ground. My head pounded, I put my hand on the area that hurt the most, and it came back orange. My blood was a mixture of mortal's blood and godly ichor so my blood was a sparkly orange, I tried not to bleed in public much.
I heard the farmer gasp and say, "I'm sorry milady Kara, I did not recognize you," he removed his hat off his white haired head and pulled out a baggie of ambrosia.
He kneeled next to me and handed me the baggie, then went to wrapping my head with a strip of his shirt. He was an old looking man, but well built and he smelled like a demigod, his kind were rare.
I opened the baggie and pulled out a little piece, I didn't need a lot to heal. Demigods already healed quicker than mortals, but I healed tenfold compared to demigods. I chewed on the flavorless piece of food, I didn't have a favorite food for it to recreate for me.
"Milady Kara, please do not incinerate me, I'm just a humble son of Demeter, tending my mother's domain and had never seen you in person," he said bowing at my feet.
"Please just help me to my feet, son of Demeter, I'm not like some gods actually I'm not even a god," I said as I was quickly pulled to my feet by the farmer.
"My name is Fisher," he said and then notice a smile appear on my face," my father like irony very much."
The baby cried out from her basket and I sighed remembering my job. Fisher and I walked over to her tree. I started climbing the tree, but the branch snapped and I fell to the ground.
"You have another child of the gods to watch," Fisher said watching me climb the tree next to me, "May I ask who's the child,"
"Fredrick Chase and Athena's child," I finally reached the basket and started untangling the handle from the branch.
I dropped down to the ground and heard the baby giggle. I turned to Fisher and saw him holding back a laugh.
"What is so funny, my friend," I said checking to make sure the baby was fine, I was met with a squirrel jumping out at me.
"That is, milady," he said, as the laugh finally broke free and I heard his deep, hearty laugh, it made him sound like a Viking.
I frowned at him started walking into his cornfield with the echoing sound of milady please don't burn my corn. I walked out of the field as Fisher grabbed my shoulder.
"Milady, I can assist you if you want it with the child," he wouldn't meet my eyes.
"Sir Fisher, I would love your help and I'm sure the child love the extra person watching her," I said looking at the baby.
"Well to help you I should lead you to her father's house he is my neighbor," Fisher started walking down a well worn dirt path.