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

Arion Is Jesus's Horse Apparently

~~~Hazel~~~

HAZEL CONSIDERED MAKING A RUN FOR IT. She didn't trust Queen Hylla, and she certainly didn't trust that other lady, Otrera. Only three guards were left in the room. All of them kept their distance.

Hylla was armed with just a dagger. This deep underground, Hazel might be able to cause an earthquake in the throne room, or summon a big pile of schist or gold. If she could cause a distraction, she might be able to escape and find her friends. especially Y/N, she needed to check on him.

Unfortunately, she'd seen the Amazons fight. Even though the queen had only a dagger, Hazel suspected she could use it pretty well. And Hazel was unarmed. They hadn't searched her, which meant thankfully they hadn't taken Frank's firewood from her coat pocket, but her sword was gone.

The queen seemed to be reading her thoughts. 'Forget about escape. Of course, we'd respect you for trying. But we'd have to kill you.'

'Thanks for the warning.'

Hylla shrugged. 'The least I can do. I believe you come in peace. I believe Reyna sent you.'

'But you won't help?'

The queen studied the necklace she'd taken from Percy. then the cage that held the weird sludge monster. 'It's complicated,' she said. 'Amazons have always had a rocky relationship with other demigods – especially male demigods.' she looked at the floor where Y/N, or rather Zagreus had scratched up the floor. 'Even more so now. We fought for King Priam in the Trojan War, but Achilles killed our queen, Penthesilea. Years before that, Hercules stole Queen Hippolyta's belt – this belt I'm wearing. It took us centuries to recover it. Long before that, at the very beginning of the Amazon nation, a hero named Bellerophon killed our first queen, Otrera.'

'You mean the lady –'

'– who just left, yes. Otrera, our first queen, daughter of Ares.'

'Mars?'

Hylla made a sour face. 'No, definitely Ares. Otrera lived long before Rome, in a time when all demigods were Greek. Unfortunately, some of our warriors still prefer the old ways. Children of Ares ... they are always the worst.' 

'The old ways ...' Hazel had heard rumors about Greek demigods. Octavian believed they existed and were secretly plotting against Rome. But she'd never really believed it, even when Percy came to camp. He just didn't strike her as an evil, scheming Greek. 'You mean the Amazons are a mix ... Greek and Roman?'

Hylla continued to examine the necklace – the clay beads, the probatio tablet. She slipped Reyna's silver ring off the cord and put it on her own finger. 'I suppose they don't teach you about that at Camp Jupiter. The gods have many aspects. Mars, Ares. Pluto, Hades. Victoria, Nike. Being immortal, they tend to accumulate personalities. They are Greek, Roman, American – a combination of all the cultures they've influenced over the aeons. Do you understand?'

'I – I'm not sure. Are all Amazons demigods?' The queen spread her hands. 'We all have some immortal blood, but many of my warriors are descended from demigods. Some have been Amazons for countless generations. Others are children of minor gods. Kinzie, the one who brought you here, is the daughter of a nymph. Ah – here she is now.'

The girl with the auburn hair approached the queen and bowed. she had a cut on her cheek from the Zag thing. 'The prisoners are safely locked away,' Kinzie reported. 'But ...'

'Yes?' the queen asked. Kinzie swallowed like she had a bad taste in her mouth. 'Otrera made sure her followers are guarding the cells. I'm sorry, my queen.' Hylla pursed her lips. 'No matter. Stay with us, Kinzie. We were just talking about our, ah, situation.'