The Pantaloon

"Wake up, whatever your name is!" An unknown voice yelled into Marty's ear, shocking her out of her trance, which is what she had been in the entire ride over to- well, wherever she was.

"Mom?" She whispered, eyes blinking wildly to reveal an extremely attractive girl who had a concerned gaze, with stormy gray eyes and sunshine colored curly hair.

"I'm Annabeth. Nico and Will are pretty terrible drivers, and your head had slammed into the dashboard once they stopped," She explained, as Marty shifted in her position, the grass digging into her back.

"Are you single?" Marty asked, to which the girl gave a relieved and annoyed sigh, then motioned for the two boys from earlier to come over.

"You almost killed her, you idiots! Where did you find her anyway?" Annabeth spat angrily, to which Nico hung his head and Will shoved his hands into his pockets like they were being told off by a parent.

"She was hungover and smashing her head repeatedly into a wall. Then she shouted at us like she was still drunk and threw up on the sidewalk," Will told her, Annabeth's stern face shifting into one of sadness.

"How old do you think she is?"

"Not old enough to legally get beer."

"I'm right here, ya know," Marty growled, trance drifting off, both the one from her hangover and the one that was given to her by the accident in the car.

"We'll question her later, currently we've got to get her to her feet to meet Chiron," Nico swung his arm around Marty, dragging her to her feet. She ripped away from him, snorting slightly and mumbling something under her breath before beginning to walk. The trio followed closely behind to make sure nothing else happened. They reached a large, beautifully painted farmhouse, that seemed warm and comforting, stirring up a painful memory in Marty's subconscious.

"Do we really have to go in there?" No one answered her as she stumbled up the stairs by herself, pushing open the door with caution. "Hello?" Instantly, a centaur appeared from the kitchen, watching with amusement as Marty's jaw dropped.

"Hello indeed. I see you're surprised I'm a centaur, most newcomers are," He welcomed with a smile, to which the orange haired girl responded.

"I thought the weed wore off a few hours ago." Chiron gave a confused look before beckoning her to the couch. Instead of following his hoof and sitting down, she backed up away from him, practically shaking.

"I don't really trust horses...or people...so both of them combined is a pretty bad idea."

"I'm here to help you," Chiron stepped closer. Marty bit her lip before sliding to sit down. "Now, do you have any knowledge of the greek gods?" Shaking her head, she vaguely remembered studying it in school, but that was far from her brain currently.

"Well, they're what religion the greeks used to believe. You'll be able to read about it in the library Annabeth designed, but basically they're real. And one of your parents is a god or goddess." Chiron smiled, but Marty tilted her head.

"I was adopted." Tapping his chin, the centaur frowned.

"Well, that certainly makes it harder." Marty nodded in agreement, though she didn't really understand what he was talking about.

"What are your talents?" The horseman asked.

"Um, I don't really have any talents. Besides drowning in self pity and wasting my life in bars, along with ignoring my therapist, but that's normal right?" She bitterly laughed, before growling at her words. "I have to turn every conversation towards me and my problems, don't I? Great job Marty-"

"It's quite alright. Besides, you should probably get to know your way around the camp before dinner. Go out and wait on the deck, I'm guessing Brooke's already there." He smiled, and with that, he lightly pushed her out after she had stood, to greet a girl that almost put Marty into another trance.

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