Blessings from Olympus
"Easy… EASY!" Apollo yelled as the car lurched and stopped…lurched…and stopped.
"Sorry!" Annabeth said, as the car shot another mile forward.
"That's…okay," Apollo said. He was gripping the armrest so hard that it would've crumbled had it not been forged by Hephaestus…. "Just try it again. Don't press so hard on the gas."
Annabeth looked in her rearview mirror. Clarisse, Connor and Percy looked quite green in the backseat. She took a deep breath and pressed lightly on the gas. The car didn't shoot so far forward this time.
"Good!" Apollo said. "Keep going. Just around the camp; that's it."
Annabeth made it around the camp without hitting anything or making anyone sick. She considered this a great success, even though Apollo was taking long swigs out of his flask.
None of the other demigods did much better, except for Clarisse. She was completely comfortable with the car, but that was because she'd been taking them out after everyone had gone to bed. Apollo let her drive back to camp.
"Do you want me to get the others?" Connor asked.
"No…" Apollo said. "I think that's all I can stand for one day. Right, I'll be back in a couple of days. See you lot then."
The group walked into Camp Half Blood just as the dinner bell was ringing. They sat together now, along with the other "Blessed Ones" as the campers were beginning to call them.
Annabeth got three slices of pizza and some salad. She tossed two of the slices into the fire- one for her mother and one for Hera.
"I still don't understand why you do that," Clarisse said, scraping a few meatballs into the flames. "If she's going to smite you, a slice of supreme isn't going to help."
Annabeth shrugged. "Can't hurt."
Flowers swirled at Annabeth's feet. The foliage was always more lively around this part of the camp. "Chloe?" she called softly. She smiled at the nymph who came striding out of the trees. "Where is Priam?"
"Seren is giving him a bath. He…er…got into some mud."
Annabeth laughed and followed her to a small pool. One of the other nymphs was holding Priam, drying him off.
"Go see big sister," Seren said, handing the baby to Annabeth.
"How has he been?" Annabeth asked.
"Wonderful. He barely even cries."
Annabeth sat against a tree, rocking Priam.
"Starting to be okay with this?" Clarisse asked. She walked over from the tree she'd been standing behind.
"You're such a creeper," Annabeth said with a smirk. "And yes."
"Worked up the nerve to ask Chiron about the rest of the prophecy?"
"I asked him this morning, after breakfast. Priam's going to be the next Percy, in a nutshell."
"He's going to save the world?"
"He'll be crucial to the saving of the world," Annabeth said. "That was how Chiron worded it. I'm his protector."
"You don't have to," Clarisse said softly. "If…you know…if this isn't what you want." It was apparent that the daughter of Ares was forcing the words out. "You could go back to school. Leave Camp."
Annabeth smiled at her, and then down at Priam. "No," she said. "I can't."
Clarisse grinned at her. "Come on," she said. "Give him back to Seren."
"Where are we going?" Annabeth asked.
"Connor gave me the keys to the Ferrari," Clarisse said. "Let's go to a movie or something."
With a smirk, Annabeth let Seren take Priam from her. "Thanks, Seren." Taking Clarisse's hand, she said, "Alright. But I get to pick this time."