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child-of-mischief · 7 years ago

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Much More PT 1

Annabeth Chase was five years old when she realized she would never be wanted.

The twins had just been born, and her stepmother refused to allow her anywhere near them. At first, her father had been apologetic about it, promising he would take Annabeth out to the library later and they could read about the Parthenon. So, she often sat away from the twins and her family, drawing buildings and humming to herself. Her father never did make good on the promise that they would go to the library together, and Annabeth found herself having to figure out ways to not feel so sad anymore.

But when the spiders wouldn’t leave her alone, she wasn’t sure she could. She told her stepmother and was met with rolling eyes and scoffs of disbelief. She was told she was doing it for attention, that there was no way spiders would come after a human the way Annabeth said they did. Everytime she was told she was lying, or to go away because she was gonna wake up the babies, her chest tightened, and tears burned in the back of her eyes.

Annabeth Chase was seven years old when she decided to do something about feeling unwanted.

It was clear to the smart seven year old she wasn’t wanted anymore. She was a freak and the twins were normal, so there was no need for Annabeth in their lives anymore. She was smart, so she knew exactly what to pack and when to leave. After school, she went straight up to her room, quietly emptying her backpack. Where she was going, she wouldn’t need it anymore, not for school.

After gathering everything she needed, she slipped through the door before any of her family got home, leaving only a poorly written note. With a hammer clutched in her small hand, she knew it was Annabeth Chase against the world. It would always be Annabeth Chase against the world.

She was just a little girl, who was forced to realize that her family couldn’t protect her. Most children don’t realize this until they are older, so it is a tragedy when a child knows they will be safer on their own.

Annabeth Chase was seven years old when she found a new, better family.

She hadn’t been a runaway for long. Her stomach was growling and she was scared because oh god that was another monster sniffing near the trashcan she had found herself in. Hot tears stung behind her eyes, and she had to shove a fist in her throat to prevent the cries from escaping. But when she heard the sounds of teenagers fighting outside the can, she peeked out, and saw them.

Luke and Thalia weren’t ever expecting to find such a young kid. But upon seeing her, they knew they had to take her in. Luke gave her the knife, and attached to it, a promise. It wasn’t going to be Annabeth Chase against the world anymore, now it was Annabeth Chase, Luke Castellan, and Thalia Grace against the world.

“We’re a family now, Annabeth.” Luke had said.

Family.

Annabeth Chase was seven years old when she lost part of her family.

She thought that when Grover found them, her life would be easier. She and Luke and Thalia could be a family in a place where they belonged. They would be safe and away from all the danger that constantly plagued them. But Annabeth is Annabeth, and she brings about every bad thing that has ever happened ever. Maybe if she had been a little quicker, if she had been able to fight Luke off and help her, it wouldn’t have happened. Thalia was so much braver than she could ever be, giving up her life just so Luke and Annabeth and Grover could live. Once again, Annabeth felt her chest tightened, and the tears started streaming down her face, mingling with the dirt on her cheeks.

She watched as Thalia died, falling limply to the ground after losing the fight. She watched as Zeus turned his daughter into a tree, rising up from the ground from the remnants of her friend.

Annabeth Chase was twelve years old when she got the chance to prove herself.

She had been stuck at camp for five long years, itching for the chance to prove she was something worth remembering. Athena didn’t trust her enough to go on a quest, but she knew she could do it. Sure, she didn’t like that Percy kid, it’s not like she thought he was cute or anything, what? But that quest he was sent on, the one to find Zeus’ lightning bolt, it was the opportunity she had been waiting for. Annabeth Chase wanted to be more than just another child of Athena at camp who was overly smart but had not way of applying what she knew to the real world. She didn’t want to be stuck at camp anymore because she was Annabeth Chase, and she will be remembered, if its the last thing she does.

Annabeth Chase was twelve years old when what remained of her family betrayed her.

The quest was supposed to be the biggest thing of her life. It was supposed to be how she showed her worth to everyone she knew. But instead, she was met not with glory, but betrayal. Luke, her own family, had been the lightning thief all along, and wanted to destroy the gods once and for all. They had failed him, he said, not knowing he had failed her. She was too young to know the sting of betrayal, yet the man that swore to protect her all those years ago had shown her what it felt like.

Annabeth Chase was thirteen years old when a part of her family came back.

Luke had been gone for a year, and now he had poisoned her tree. How dare he. During the whole quest, Annabeth’s chest felt tight and restricting and she wanted to cry and scream and fight Luke because he promised he would protect her and love her. She didn’t expect the fleece to bring Thalia back, and that night when it did, Annabeth could barely stand. It had been eight years, eight long years with Thalia gone and just like that, she was back, having barely aged. When she met the eyes of Grover her knees felt like jelly because there she was. Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus, was back. And things seemed okay again because maybe it wasn’t her fault Thalia had died, and now she’s alive again.

Annabeth Chase was fourteen when the worst thing that had happened thus far in her life happened.

Falling off a cliff was the scariest thing that had ever happened to her. Holding up the sky was the hardest thing she had ever done. No matter how much she thinks she hates Luke, she can’t stand seeing him, struggling under the sky, because even after everything he’s done, he doesn’t deserve to die. No one deserves to die. When she held the sky, she could barely breathe, not just from the strain of the world on her shoulders, but also from the sting of betrayal she felt once again. Never before in her life did the prideful girl want to give up, but holding that sky for what felt like years, broke her. Artemis was her saving grace, but she never wanted her to hold the sky, never wanted anyone besides her to hold it. When Percy and Thalia and Grover and Zoe reached her, she watched Thalia kick Luke off the cliff.

Annabeth was fourteen years old when any hope of her family was vanquished.

Luke had just been pushed off a cliff, she now had a matching gray streak in her hair with Percy, and Grover had finally heard from Pan, who he’d been looking for his whole life. She had a newfound tiredness settling into her bones, but that was probably just from holding the sky and would go away soon. But she had Thalia again, and it would all be fine.

But she was Annabeth Chase, and she learned a long time ago that life never gives her what she wants.

Thalia was asked to be a hunter, and Annabeth was sure she would turn it down. She did all those years ago, why would it change now? But she didn’t. Thalia accepted and was now a hunter. Annabeth knew her family would never be whole again.

Annabeth Chase was fifteen years old when her father figure, who’d raised her most of her life, was forced to leave.

Annabeth begged Chiron to stay. No one could run camp better than him, and she knew that well. She’d already lost so much in the past few years, already lost her whole family, she couldn’t lost him too! What else was she supposed to without him!

Annabeth Chase was fifteen years old when she thought she lost her best friend.

Why wouldn’t she think Percy was dead? He had disappeared, and didn’t find his way back home. First Luke, then Thalia, Chiron, and the one person she had thought would stay, even if the prophecy said otherwise, he was gone too. She tried to stay optimistic. Percy was the most stubborn hero she had ever met, and he wouldn’t die without saying goodbye. But the days lumbered on, slow and painful, and she knew. She knew he had to be gone. There was no other way to explain the pain in her chest, the pain that was different than the rest leaving. She didn’t understand that feeling in her chest, as if part of her heart had been pulled out and stepped on.

Annabeth Chase was fifteen years old when he came back.

She had accepted it. She knew he was gone, and it was time to honor a hero. A hero who gave his life for his friends. And then she heard him, her dumb Seaweed Brain. He wasn’t dead.

She knew he would never leave her, even if it took him a while to come home.

Annabeth Chase was sixteen years old when she truly understood what the prophecy meant.

Even she never could’ve predicted she would become so attached to the drooling boy she met all those years ago when they were all wobbly knees and thin hands and feet that were too big for their growing bodies. But that mischievous grin, and sparkling eyes, and cheeky laugh pulled her in and wouldn’t let go. And the prophecy was nearing and so was his death and she couldn’t let that happen. Percy Jackson didn’t deserve to die, because his father is Poseidon. So she swore silently when she couldn’t sleep that she would protect Percy in the oncoming war, no matter what it took.

Annabeth Chase was sixteen years old when she fought the first war of her life.

She made good on what she swore, taking the knife for Percy, feeling the sharp pain in her back. He didn’t know why, but she couldn’t let him die. She would never let him die. The time came for the prophecy to be fulfilled, and she learned it was never him who would die. He wasn’t the hero’s whose soul cursed blade shall reap. Riptide was not the cursed blade, but it was her own, a knife born of a broken promise. She knew long ago her family would never be a family again, but Luke on the floor of Olympus, his blood staining the floor made it real. He was gone, and so was her family.

Annabeth Chase was sixteen years old when her best friend and boyfriend disappeared again.

She didn’t see him at breakfast that morning, but that wasn’t concerning. He slept in a lot. So she ate breakfast calmly and went to his cabin afterwards. But when she got there, and found his bed empty, the anxiety and fear she hadn’t felt in a while came back, that feeling of her heart being ripped out of her chest because the gods don’t want her to be happy. She didn’t know how, but she knew it was her fault because everything was, wasn’t it?

Annabeth Chase was sixteen years old when she thought she found him again.

Hera had told her, the boy with one shoe. When she saved Jason, Piper, and Leo from the Grand Canyon, she saw him. The boy with one shoe has all the answers. But upon questioning him, she found out he knew nothing, that she wasn’t any closer to finding the boy she worked so hard to make sure stayed alive, only to disappear when his prophecy was over. The feeling that had been growing, crushing her down for months grew until it was almost unbearable. She would find Percy Jackson if it was the last thing she did, goddamnit!

Annabeth Chase was sixteen years old when he was found.

Finally, after eight months, they arrived at the Roman camp, and there he was, standing there like a total Seaweed Brain. It was just as spectacular as she had hoped, because just seeing him was enough for the crushing feeling to lift, and suddenly she wasn’t holding the weight of the world anymore. And she knew what that felt like, she had done it before. As she ran to him, the sadness of him being missing was replaced by anger, and motivated her to judoflip him.

Annabeth Chase was sixteen years old when she followed the mark.

It was the biggest quest of her life. No one had done it, followed the Mark of Athena successfully. But Annabeth knew, she knew was different. She had been preparing for something like that her entire life, because her mother noticed her, and thought she could do it! She was determined not to fail, and in the end, that was her downfall.

Literally.

Annabeth Chase was sixteen years old when the actual worst thing in her life happened.

She will never forget hanging over that edge with Percy, an endless abyss of despair and death below them. If they survived the fall, they’d be lucky. If they survived until the Doors of Death, they’d be unkillable. In a way, it was bittersweet. Percy wouldn’t let her go to her death alone, but instead, they’d go together. Tartarus was worse than she could’ve ever imagined. It brought out the worst in both of them, but mostly Percy, to the point where his actions scared her. It took the innocent and spit them out corrupt and evil. She didn’t want to be like that, but she was already hardly innocent. So she clung to Percy, in the hopes that by staying sane long enough, they would make it through.

Annabeth Chase was seventeen years old when she saw the stars again.

#heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #annabeth chase

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child-of-mischief · 7 years ago

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The Seven + Nico and Reyna As Things My Friends Have Said

Percy: sometimes I go outside and just scream. and the outside screams back

Annabeth: of course I know the answer *gives wrong answer* well this is a predicament

Jason: put down the mary wana! we only drink the finest wine in this house.

Piper: if she exist, she a thot. I’m not real, so I get a pass

Hazel: If I wasn’t black and people weren’t so shitty in the 20s, I’d want to live then. But you know, racism.

Frank: I found this maple leaf on the floor and “O Canada” started playing in my head.

Leo: *fails math test* I could always become stripper. *takes on sweater* but for now, school approved stripping will have to do.

Nico: If im not dead in 20 years, kill me.

Reyna: *is failing 2 classes, has Bs and Cs for the rest* I’m still perfect. Have you seen this eyeliner?

#heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #meme

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child-of-mischief · 7 years ago

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I Can’t Fail You

Luke and Thalia sat on the lookout, their breath escaping in puffs of white. Behind them Grover and Annabeth slept huddled together, the few blankets they had draped over them. Even in the cold weather they were peaceful.

Luke smiled as Thalia leaned against him, closing her eyes. “Do you still want to go to this camp?” She whispered, looking up at Luke, his chin starting to sprout the first facial hair he’s ever had.

“It’ll be a home for us.” He said. “Somewhere we can stay.”

Thalia nodded and snuggled closer to Luke hoping to steal some of his warmth for herself. Luke smiled down at her as he looked out to the world he’s always known. Somewhere between LA and New York, a vast country defined as much by distance as culture.

“It’ll be weird though.” He admitted. “I’ve spent the last 5 years of my life running around this country with no place to call home.” The moon shone bright in the sky casting strange shadows on his face, one side being completely visible and bright, his eye strikingly blue. The other side was dark, the bronze of Annabeth’s dagger shining into his eye, making it appear gold.

“New York seems so far away.” Thalia whispered. “It’s hard to believe we’ll ever make it there.”

Luke nodded and sighed. “But we have to.” He looked at her, a sad smile on his face. “We can’t fail, or we’ll never see each other again.” Thalia closed her eyes again, sighing contently.

“I think we’ll make it.” She whispered. “A home, Luke. Can you believe it?”

Behind them, Annabeth stirred, stretching and pulling away from Grover who grasped for her warmth. She rubbed her eyes and looked to Luke and Thalia. Luke turned and smiled at her, motioning her over. Annabeth sat on Luke’s lap, leaning against his chest as he set his chin on her head.

“How’d you sleep?” Thalia asked, looking over at her.

“Nicely.” Annabeth raised her eyebrow and whispered. “Grover’s so clingy.” And she laughed.

Luke sat quietly as Annabeth and Thalia talked. He wondered what his little family would look like to other people. People have seen them many times, do they even think these kids are on the run? He looked up, watching the stars that always led him to where he had to go. Thalia, Annabeth, and the stars, the only constants in his life.

They would never leave him.

Years Later

Luke Castellan’s eye hurt, his hand drifting to the scar marring his attractive face. He bit his lip, fighting back the tears threading to come to his eyes. He lay in his back, staring at the ceiling in the Hermes Cabin.

I hate the gods.

He thought.

They took Thalia away, they gave me this scar.

It still stung.

He sighed, and quietly climbed off his bed and shoved on his shoes. He left the cabin, and snuck over to Thalia’s tree.

“I’m gonna get revenge for you.” He whispered to her tree, and sat down, leaning against it and closed his eyes.

#heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #luke castellan #thalia grace #grover underwood #annabeth chase

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Laundry Room

Hazel looked around Camp for Nico, wanting to just talk, but upon not finding him anywhere, not even in the places he liked to hide out that she knew of, she went to Will. Will was in the infirmary, checking on his patient, a young girl who had injured herself on the lava wall. She was asleep, so Will’s movements were quiet, soft.

“Will?” Hazel’s voice was quiet, startling him. Will whipped around, his blonde curls flying gracefully in the wind. Upon seeing who was standing there, he smiled warmly.

“Hello Hazel.” He greeted, turning back to his patient. “Let me finish up, take a seat.”

Hazel complied, sitting on one of the cots, surprised at how comfortable they were. Well, she never really had time to appreciate them, now did she? She watched him work, understanding the beauty Nico saw in his quiet movements. The sun streamed in through the windows, making Will seem to glow.

Will turned to Hazel, smiling as she kicked her feet up and down. “You alright?” He asked, genuinely concerned. Hazel nodded.

“Yeah, but do you know where I could find Nico.”

Without hesitation, Will said, “Try the laundry room. It’s in the basement.”

Hazel cocked her head to the side, gold eyes shining in the sun. “Laundry room?”

Will pushed his hair back, biting his lip. “You don’t know? He autistic, and really likes the sound and feel of them. Though he always says it’s because he likes to do his own laundry, but he’s down there most days.”

Hazel nodded. “I knew he’s autistic, but since I’ve known him,” She paused. “Which granted was in the middle of a war, he never did stuff like that.” Hazel jumped down, making a small thump with her feet as she did so. “Thank you, Will.”

Nico laid on the washing machine, feet up on the wall, head against it. The vibration reverberated through his skull, his teeth chattering. He closed his eyes, the mononos sound filling his ears, a smile drifting to his lips. He didn’t realize how much he had missed it until after the wars. Back in the Lotus Casino, he would always slink away to the laundry room, and spent the better part of what, 60 years there? Bianca had always told him to tell her when he was gonna go there, but he never did, and she always found him, concerned.

Then, at boarding school, he skipped recess after he told a boy he liked him by laying on the washing machines. He had gotten detention for that. After that, he didn’t do it anymore until after the wars. He wondered if he liked to do it before the Lotus Casino, he supposed he probably had.

He heard steps coming down the stairs, but thinking it was probably Will, he didn’t move, nor did he said hello. He turned his head, and opened his eyes, seeing Hazel there and startling, sitting up as fast as he could, almost hitting his head.

“Hazel, what are you doing down here?!” Nico was ready to jump off the machine, embarrassed to be caught in the act.

“It’s alright, Nico.” Hazel smiled. “You don’t have to jump off it.” She came to sit next to him, Nico blushing as he looked away. Hazel laughed at his embarrassment. It was adorable. He pouted at her.

“Why are you laughing at me?” He complained.

Hazel leaned into him lovingly, still smiling. “I wasn’t making fun you. It was cute.” Nico smiled at her, a small, tentative smile. Not many people know this about Nico, but he loves when people call him cute and just want to talk to him. The younger campers are always afraid of him, but he’s really a nice guy.

“Why are you down here anyway?” He asked Hazel, leaning back against the back of the machine.

“I was bored.” She admitted. “Everyone else was busy, and I couldn’t find you so I asked Will.”

“Will told you?” Nico feigned upset.

“He’s a good kid.” Hazel said, as if she was so much older than him, which, she supposed, she was. “I’m glad he’s your boyfriend.”

“I am too.” Nico was staring at his feet as he kicked them up and down, tapping on his leg. “I couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend.”

Hazel cocked her head to the side, left brow shooting up. “Even Percy?”

Nico shrugged. “That was a childish crush.” He looked to Hazel’s golden eyes. “Everyone thinks Percy is hot.”

Hazel nodded. “Can’t argue with that.”

#heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #nico di angelo #will solace

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what i would give for one more night

Annabeth limped off of what remained of Olympus, injured, cold, and alone. As she looked around at New York City, all she saw were ruins for miles and miles. Tears came to her gray eyes as she caught sight of the bodies, mortal and demigod strewn across the ground. The demigods have found themselves in the mists of another rebellion, and this time, she was on the side of the rebels.

She sucked in a deep breath, holding desperately onto her arm as it bled. In the distance, she saw Percy as he stood after crouching next to Thalia. They locked eyes, and now Annabeth finally understood why it hurt so much doing what she had done. Annabeth hated the way he looked at her, the way his eyebrows scrunched up and the way his mouth hung slightly open. Percy stepped toward her, stepping over the bodies of the fallen. Tears fell down Annabeth’s cheeks.

Finally, he was in front of her, his grip on his sword tighter than ever.

“Percy…” Annabeth breathed, hiccuping. “You-you survived!” She smiled sadly, wiping at her eyes, and wincing at the pain shooting through her arm. In a brief moment of forget, he stepped closer, before remembering.

“Why?” He asked, voice quiet and strained. “I thought you’d always be on the gods’ side.”

“You’re right.” Annabeth whispered, looking at her feet. She stared there for a little bit, before looking back up, her face set in determination. “But there are some things I just can’t ignore, Percy!”

“None of this would've happened if we did what I wanted to do, Annabeth!” Percy screamed, the sound echoing in the empty city. But even still, Annabeth’s heart stirred at his rough voice saying her name. “Didn’t you learn anything from Luke’s mistakes?”

“Nope.” Annabeth whispered, reaching out to Percy, surprised he didn’t pull away. Percy dropped Riptide, taking in a deep, shuddering breath.

“I can’t love you, anymore.” He said. “You killed all of your friends, our friends.” He clenched his fists at his sides, tears shining in his green eyes. “I thought I’d be able to save you before you did all this.” Percy pointed to the mass destruction around them. “Camp can’t be rebuilt with so few people left.”

Percy turned away, but still let Annabeth hold onto him. They stood like that for a moment, truly taking in the death around them. Percy looked at Thalia, who was supposed to far outlive him, lying helplessly on the ground. It wasn’t just Greek demigods this time, the Romans had joined forces against them to fight against Annabeth. Reyna had survived, but was far away, getting healed by Will.

“I still love you, Percy.” She whispered. “No matter how much I made it seem like I didn’t.”

“You still did this.” Percy said, pained. “You still did this, Wise Girl.” He had fallen to his knees in front of her, almost as a sign of weakness, his head hung low and hair covering his face. He sucked in deeply, as if he couldn’t get the air he so needed. No tears were spilled, just the heartwrenching shoulder shakes that came with them. “I hate you so much!” He screamed, looking up at the girl he had once loved.

Annabeth fell to her knees beside him, trying to take his hand. “I do too.” She sobbed, breath catching. Her hands drifted to her eyes, as she pressed hardly, the sounds coming from her sounding almost animal and primal. She screamed at the top of her lungs, like one might do if they watched their parent die on the driveway. “I want to die!” She screamed, and went for her dagger Percy had gifted her before all this happened.

Percy wrenched it out of her hand, his eyes dangerously dark and void. “No.” Was all he said, voice low and rough. Annabeth hiccuped and brought her hand to his still bleeding cheek, cupping his face. He looked into her eyes, seeing the bright emotion he had so much missed. With a watery smile, she leaned in, locking lips as they stood around the carnage she had caused.

When they broke apart, Percy was motionless, eyes closed and mouth open. Annabeth stood shakily, legs wobbly as she looked upon the Empire State Building in ruins. But she knew she had not succeeded. When Percy finally recovered from that one last kiss he followed her eyes.

“You did it.” He muttered bitterly. “How does it feel?”

Annabeth shook her head. “No I didn’t.” She said, Percy looking at her like she was mad, which to be honest probably wasn’t very far off.

“What do you mean?” He asked softly, biting his lip.

“I mean they survived, Percy. The age of the gods isn’t over.” Annabeth replied and sighed, holding her arm tightly. “All of this,” She said, taking on her own bitter tone, “All of this. Everything. All these years spent fighting with and against the gods, and it ends the same way it did the first time.”

Thalia groaned behind them, Percy whipping around to find her once still and almost cadaverous form moving, ever so slightly. Tears fell down her cheeks as she locked eyes with Annabeth’s, sighing in disappointment. “Thalia!” Percy exclaimed, his voice echoing through the quiet city. He went to go toward her when Will limped over and gave him a sad smile.

“You’re not done talking to Annabeth yet.” He said, and began tending to Thalia silently, occasionally shushing her. Percy turned back to Annabeth after giving Thalia a sad smile. He stepped back over the bodies he had to before and joined her on the steps. He sat beside her, still seething with anger that seemed to never fade.

“I can’t forgive you, you know that, right?” Percy asked, looking straight into her piercing eyes, as beautiful as the day they had truly lost each other. “I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you, but I can’t forgive you.”

Annabeth nodded grimly. “Now I know how Luke felt.” She whispered, and looked back to Percy. “And how you feel about me? That’s how I felt when Luke betrayed us.”

Percy wrung his hands together. “That’s what I don’t get.” He said. “You were betrayed, and then you go and betray us right back?”

“Some things are never meant to be known, Percy.” Annabeth dug into her pocket, producing a worn piece of paper. “I won’t be coming back to Camp. I want you to have this.” She handed it to him, their hands brushing. Percy unfolded it to find complex designs for new cabins and better ways to improve the other ones.

“You want us to redesign.” Percy whispered, and stood. He turned away, pocketing the paper. “I think our time is up, Wise Girl.” He said, taking deep breaths. He turned back so he could see her look down in shame, right before picking up her dagger he had placed on the ground.

She came to stand in front of him, fully aware that the survivors and some gods were watching them, the once unbreakable couple speak to each other for maybe the last time.

“I started my life as a demigod by running around the country.” She said, and looked into Percy’s sea green eyes. “It’s only fair that be how it ends.” She sighed and glanced at Grover. “If I find any demigods, I’ll be sure to send them your way.” And she leaned in for one last kiss, tears streaming down both their cheeks as they locked lips for the last time, the sparks still as fresh as the time they kissed in the labyrinth. Every moment they ever had together came flooding back as if they were dying.

When they broke apart, Annabeth didn’t say a word as she staggered off into the great unknown, leaving Percy standing in the ruins she had caused, left to pick up the pieces and repair the demigod world from the inside.

Alone.

#heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #annabeth chase

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