Blood Of Olympus

Chapter XXXIII: Annabeth

Chapter XXXIII: Annabeth

Annabeth didn't know what she was doing.

She just kept advancing into the centre of the opponent army, creating havoc.

A bull comes rushing and attempts to ram into her. She blocks it's horns with her ivory sword and ducks beneath it. She rolls onto the ground and stabs it's underside. It howls in pain and disintegrates. She keels over due to exhaustion. Those precious moments in a battle when no opponent was ready to slice your head off had to be treasured. Annabeth takes a couple of deep breaths and stands up, readying herself for the next challenge.

Percy is nowhere in sight. The only demigods she could see were Reyna, at the lead of the Roman army, chopping up a Laistrygonian giant into teeny weeny pieces. She hadn't had the chance to thank the Roman Praetor and as much as she didn't like it, she was forever in debt to her. On her other side was Jason, his shirt and hair splattered with the rainbow colours, and surrounded by an enormous number of empousa, with glares which could kill. She runs to his aid and cuts her blade across the body of an empousa.

"How did you manage to get so many angry?" She asks, while ducking from a blow.

"I killed Kampe."

"Figures..."

"Not my fault. They're sensitive."

There were roughly about a score empousa to defeat. Before Annabeth even had the chance to think about strategies to defeat them, a whirlwind came ploughing into the field, smashing the evil ladies into pieces. Percy could cause some pretty fearsome tornados but this time she doubted it was him. She had warned all the demigods to use their power to full extent against Gaia, not her army. They had armory and soldiers for that.

She sees two figures appear, tumbling down due to the force of the whirlwind. She scrunches up her face, deep in thought of who it could be. She jogs down the slope and stops in her tracks, Jason just behind her. Standing there, holding hands with a blonde and braided girl, looking exhausted and bruised, was no other than,

"Leo." Jason whispers. Annabeth and Jason, followed by the other six demigods, Piper, Percy, Hazel and Frank, Reyna and Nico, race up and throw their arms around Leo.

Leo smiles. "Well...Thank you all for this sudden welcome. I'm surprised you deserted you monstrous enemies to hug me."

Piper looks at him breathless. "You stupid, idiotic Fireboy, what were you thinking, leaving the ship in the middle of the night? We were shocked and so worried." Piper chastises him, her face flushed. "You could have died! Why didn't you tell any of us??"

Hazel squeezes out if front. "Leo, I'm so sorry about what I said earlier. I should have known what you would. I was so caught up in my problems and the war, I didn't know what you were going through. Just promise me you won't try anything suicidal again."

Leo laughs. "Woah, slow down. It's all okay now. I'm back. We're back."

All eight turn their attention to the girl. She was dressed in a pair of jeans and a white sleeveless T-shirt with a gold neckline. She had caramel hair, which was braided over one shoulder, dark almond eyes and a timeless, fair face.

It wasn't hard for Annabeth to identify her, from her endless supply of Greek mythological books. Calypso, daughter of Atlas. Annabeth had always been mentally against her, considering Percy was once in her lair of Ogygia. But she never thought she'd find the Goddess standing right infront of her. Leo had been blasted away by Khione. To Ogygia? He had met Calypso and had fallen in love with her. It explained his lovestruck behaviour after he returned, and the fact that he risked his life to rescue her from her fate.