it's a brave new world from the last to the first; [debut]
There is nothing Annabeth likes more than seeing a plan come into fruition, but being a daughter of the Goddess of War also means that she’s been given the wisdom to know when they will fall apart.
It’s going to be a very close battle, and as much as she’s reluctant to admit it, she’s scared. So much rides on their shoulders tonight, and they can expect no help from the outside world or even the Gods because Kronos has made sure of that.
They are not without advantages, of course. Percy is one of them - currently invincible after taking a dip in the River Styx. Annabeth doesn’t quite know what to think about this right now, because there is a reason why they call it the curse of Achilles. Everything good and supernatural comes with a price- it’s one of the most recurring themes in all of Greek mythology.
Forty demigods against an entire army of monsters and a Titan older than time doesn’t seem like a fair battle, and although wars are not won by numbers and history has taught her this, they sure do help.
Annabeth has a lot on her mind, and the tension amongst her cabin is almost palpable. She knows she shouldn’t worry - it’s never very effective. She also knows that Percy is more than capable of taking care of himself. Still, the idea of anything happening to him causes this strange clenching in her stomach that is only interrupted by a voice from behind her.
“Annabeth?”
She turns to face one of her siblings - Austin. They’re all young, but he looks even younger. Annabeth briefly remembers that he’s just turned thirteen. It isn’t fair that the Gods use children to fight their battles, but they always have and they probably always will.
“Um, yeah, Austin?”
“We set the traps like you said, but we ran out of Greek fire.” His voice is earnest, but scared and reedy, and Annabeth mutters a curse in Ancient Greek under her breath.
“Okay. We’ll use the celestial bronze cannonballs. Can you do that?”
The boy walks away and she’s faced with the need to do something. Over-analyzing is a fault of hers - it reduces instinct and increases distractions, and she wonders if this is what makes Percy such a good warrior. He doesn’t think, he just does, and somehow, through blind and stupid luck, it works.
She remembers him tackling down a Cyclops and taking the weight of the sky from Artemis - amongst other reckless things - and nearly smiles as she reaches down to adjust a trap. The tautness of the trip wires should be increased by at least twenty percent for the amount of force they need to fire the projectiles. A few seconds after this is when she hears it. The slow march of a few hundred claws, hooves and talons stomping across the ground, coming straight for them.
“Stick to the plan!” She yells over the noise, and as she stares at the incoming dark mass, the only thing Annabeth thinks is, Luke, what have you done? There was a time when she thought that the Sun and the Moon revolved around Luke Castellan. The times have changed.
She waits for the inevitable onslaught, the sound of bronze and steel clashing together, but it never comes.
“…Malcolm? Austin?” Annabeth stares dumbfounded at her new surroundings - a sandy tropical beach that had replaced the concrete of Manhattan, and for once her brain doesn't immediately begin to describe possible reasons for unknown phenomenon as it usually does.
The plan was supposed to work.
[OOC - the person to meet her on the beach and explain things is Percy. Everyone else is assumed to take place after that, when she's walking around the Compound and checking things out for herself - you can pick the specific setting/room 8)]
It’s going to be a very close battle, and as much as she’s reluctant to admit it, she’s scared. So much rides on their shoulders tonight, and they can expect no help from the outside world or even the Gods because Kronos has made sure of that.
They are not without advantages, of course. Percy is one of them - currently invincible after taking a dip in the River Styx. Annabeth doesn’t quite know what to think about this right now, because there is a reason why they call it the curse of Achilles. Everything good and supernatural comes with a price- it’s one of the most recurring themes in all of Greek mythology.
Forty demigods against an entire army of monsters and a Titan older than time doesn’t seem like a fair battle, and although wars are not won by numbers and history has taught her this, they sure do help.
Annabeth has a lot on her mind, and the tension amongst her cabin is almost palpable. She knows she shouldn’t worry - it’s never very effective. She also knows that Percy is more than capable of taking care of himself. Still, the idea of anything happening to him causes this strange clenching in her stomach that is only interrupted by a voice from behind her.
“Annabeth?”
She turns to face one of her siblings - Austin. They’re all young, but he looks even younger. Annabeth briefly remembers that he’s just turned thirteen. It isn’t fair that the Gods use children to fight their battles, but they always have and they probably always will.
“Um, yeah, Austin?”
“We set the traps like you said, but we ran out of Greek fire.” His voice is earnest, but scared and reedy, and Annabeth mutters a curse in Ancient Greek under her breath.
“Okay. We’ll use the celestial bronze cannonballs. Can you do that?”
The boy walks away and she’s faced with the need to do something. Over-analyzing is a fault of hers - it reduces instinct and increases distractions, and she wonders if this is what makes Percy such a good warrior. He doesn’t think, he just does, and somehow, through blind and stupid luck, it works.
She remembers him tackling down a Cyclops and taking the weight of the sky from Artemis - amongst other reckless things - and nearly smiles as she reaches down to adjust a trap. The tautness of the trip wires should be increased by at least twenty percent for the amount of force they need to fire the projectiles. A few seconds after this is when she hears it. The slow march of a few hundred claws, hooves and talons stomping across the ground, coming straight for them.
“Stick to the plan!” She yells over the noise, and as she stares at the incoming dark mass, the only thing Annabeth thinks is, Luke, what have you done? There was a time when she thought that the Sun and the Moon revolved around Luke Castellan. The times have changed.
She waits for the inevitable onslaught, the sound of bronze and steel clashing together, but it never comes.
“…Malcolm? Austin?” Annabeth stares dumbfounded at her new surroundings - a sandy tropical beach that had replaced the concrete of Manhattan, and for once her brain doesn't immediately begin to describe possible reasons for unknown phenomenon as it usually does.
The plan was supposed to work.
[OOC - the person to meet her on the beach and explain things is Percy. Everyone else is assumed to take place after that, when she's walking around the Compound and checking things out for herself - you can pick the specific setting/room 8)]