Told in the viewpoint of Annabeth's knife while in Tartarus. My second fanfic, my first oneshot. Sorry if it isn't powerful enough. That's what I was shooting for.
When I was first forged by makers unknown, my details were left out; deemed unimportant to the big picture. Handed to a traitor, I was, by someone unknown. For the cleverest of warriors, they said to him. I was passed on to the greatest hero the world had ever seen. Slayed hundreds of beasts and remain in the nightmares of monsters today. I served loyally and bravely throughout my years and became the most feared knife in this world of monsters and men. My master wiped the dust I created, with careful swipes. I owe her everything. My honor, my strife.
One fateful day, exact; unknown. I was hurled carelessly out of my master's hand, my throne. I twisted and turned, down the unknown. Never to see the light of day, never to touch another's palm, never to protect the order from the chaos again. I left the big picture, with my name unknown.
Sitting still in the black glass land, corroding away into the sand. Nothing around, except the moans of the dead. Remembering what my master said. When the Mark of Athena burned through Rome, I lost everything; my home, my throne.
I cannot blame the fault in the stars I can't see. There is no one to blame, except for me. To serve my master, I have failed. My purpose like a ship that wouldn't sail. Nothing can repay my eternal debt; but somewhere along destiny it must end. I shall never grace another hand again. The world can go on without me, this is my end.
For my master, my queen, who is the definition of grace,
This is for you, Miss Annabeth Chase.