Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson series.
This story was mainly inspired by the Lunar Chronicles. I always loved reading the twisted versions of classic fairytales like Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty. So I became inspired to write a version of Snow White, my all-time favorite fairytale. And here it is! The demigod version of Snow White.
The posting schedule for this fanfic (if its still incomplete when you read this) is on my profile. Thank you for reading!
-R.C. (Rosie Crescent aka fairytalendings)
Introduction
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All Annabeth Chase knew about her mother was that she left Annabeth's father right after her child was born. Whenever Annabeth tried talking to her father about her mother, her father always shook his head, and his mouth always formed a hard line. After a couple years of trying, she learned that when people evaded certain topics for years, it meant that they'd rather not talk about it.
Besides having no mother, Annabeth had an inspirational, caring, warm father. Knowing it was hard growing up without a mother, Annabeth's father, Frederick, did his best to fill in the positions of father and mother. He tried to always be there for his daughter, and, frankly, with her father, Annabeth felt like she didn't need a mother.
When Annabeth was five, her father remarried to a woman named Lydia. Lydia, though perhaps a good wife, was not a good stepmother. She had never wished for children, and the fact that her husband already had a daughter had made her reluctant of marrying him. She sometimes shunned Annabeth, ignoring everything her stepdaughter said or did. Or, Lydia was callous, snapping at everything Annabeth said, and scolding her for little things. But no matter what day it was, Lydia always treated her stepdaughter like a servant, making Annabeth cook, clean, do the laundry, or any chore she herself didn't want to do.
Of course, Frederick never noticed all this, being away on business trips or work very often. When he did chance to be home, Lydia always acted like a sweet, caring mother. Because she didn't want to bother her father, and because she could deal with it anyway, Annabeth never told her Frederick about the other side of her stepmother.
All throughout Annabeth's life, she told herself that her stepmother wasn't unbearable (after all, she wasn't physically abusive) and that once she went to college, she didn't wouldn't have to talk to her stepmother again if she didn't want to. As a result, her stepmother's words never once bothered Annabeth. As she got older, she grew happier at the prospects of college, and dreamed of studying architecture. How wonderful it would be if she could design something that she knew would last beyond her lifetime! She also imagined having a warm, cozy family, and vowed to treat her children like how Lydia never treated her. But when Annabeth was twelve, everything changed.