2A/N: Okay, so this random idea just popped in my head that I
should do a scene from Argus's POV. I was torn between the part
when Percy is unconscious at the Big House after fighting the
Minotaur and Argus is watching over him, or the part when Argus
drives Percy, Annabeth and Grover to the city so they could start
their quest. I decided to do the first one, because I wanted to
show how Annabeth was feeling when Percy was unconscious,
without it being her POV. So, without further ado, I present to
you; "Man Of Many Pupils"! Enjoy! :)
Man Of Many Pupils:
Argus's POV
The boy was mumbling in his sleep. Probably having nightmares
about last night. He was dragging Grover up Half-Blood Hill, tears
streaming down his face. No wonder he fell unconscious on the
patio, the poor boy lost his mother and almost got killed by the
Minotaur. He was lucky to have survived. I watched him now,
drifting in and out of an awful sleep, when Chiron wheeled into the
room. Sure, he was a centaur, but sometimes he liked to drive
around in his motorized wheelchair. "How is he doing?" He
inquired. I nodded, tilting my to the right in doing so, to show that
he was doing well but needed more time to heal his mind. Why
wasn't I talking? Well, there was a rumor that had been going
around camp for decades, that I didn't talk because I had eyes on
my tongue. It was true. Adding to the list of all of the other blue
eyes that covered my body, I had about four on my tongue. I
even had some on my molars. It had always been kind of
embarrassing, so I liked to keep my mouth shut. Chiron
understood the meaning behind the gesture. "Annabeth will be
here shortly with some ambrosia." I cocked my head to the side,
raising my eyebrow. He answered my unspoken question; Does
she still think he's "the one"? "I fear the child is getting her hopes
up. Even though I do suspect he's the child of the prophecy, I
wouldn't want her to get her spirits crushed if it turns out that it
isn't him." I nodded in understanding. Ever since Chiron told her
that she would be able to go on a quest when one special camper
would arrive, she got her hopes up with everyone who came
to camp. Chiron left, and moments later, Annabeth appeared in
the doorway. She held a container of ambrosia in one hand, and a
plastic baby spoon and napkins in the other. We made sure that
we gave Percy small amounts of the godly food, since he
ingested some every five hours. It would heal him, but too much
and he literally burns up. Annabeth gave a small wave in my
direction. "Hey Argus." I bowed my head in greeting. She was wearing
a camp teeshirt, with a pair of ripped shorts. Her grey eyes sparked
with excitement when she saw Percy, and a little bit of something else.
It was hope. She crept over to the edge of the bed. Percy started
groaning, and his eyelids started fluttering, showing that he was
gaining consciousness. Annabeth wiped away the drool that leaked
from the side of his mouth. "Gross." She muttered. I chuckled to
myself. Annabeth has been with us for years. She was as tough
as they come, the best battle strategist in my opinion, and
wouldn't flinch at the sight of a beheaded hellhound or hydra
blood. Yet, she was grossed out by drool. Pretty amusing in my
opinion. She started shoveling it in his mouth, wiping away the access
that dripped out, smirking. Then, Percy's eyes cracked opened. "What
will happen at the summer solstice?" Annabeth whispered. Percy
managed to croak, "What?" Poor kid. He was just waking up and
Annabeth was harassing him with questions that he couldn't answer.
She checked over her shoulder, nervously, and we locked eyes. She
knew I could hear her. We had a five second mental conversation, and
it went something like; You won't tell Chiron, right? Her eyes pleaded.
No, I guess not. I shook my head. Good. Her face looked relieved.
She turned back around to face Percy. "What's going on? What was
stolen? We've only got a few weeks!" Percy looked confused. "I'm
sorry. I don't..." He was cut off when Annabeth shoved more ambrosia
into his mouth when someone knocked on the door. It was Malcolm,
one of the Athena kids. He was a little taller then Annabeth, but they
shared the same startling grey eyes and blonde hair. "Annabeth, we
need you. There's a squabble going on between our cabin and the
Hermes cabin, something about stolen battle strategies for Capture
the Flag." Annabeth sighed. "Fine. Go on ahead, I'll catch up."
Malcolm nodded, and disappeared out the door. Annabeth wiped up
the drool and ambrosia that pooled on Percy's pillow, and got up to
leave, but hesitated by the door. She stared at his sleeping figure,
examining him like blueprints that looked promising but could turn out
wrong. "Watch him will you?" I nodded. She returned the gesture
walked out, muttering under her breath. "It's been to long. He has to
be the one, if he's not...No, it has to be him..." I continued to watch
Percy, who in his sleep kept muttering something about barnyard
animals. A few hours later, he came to again, and noticed me. He
looked at me curiously, not horrified or frightened, but confused, like;
"Who's he? What is he doing here? What am I doing here? Are those
eyes all over his body? I hope he doesn't need glasses, 'cause that
would be a lot of contacts..." The eye on my elbow gave him a wink,
but I don't know if he noticed, because he soon drifted back to sleep.
He didn't look like much, but I had a funny feeling in my gut that he
would become something great. A hero...
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