I do not own any of the Percy Jackson Property this is pourely a fan story.
Third person Annabeth POV
Annabeth cried. She didn't want it to be true. After all, how could he? They had been through so much. Her legs couldn't hold her and she fell on her knees. She felt a bit cold even though it was about a hundred degrees outside.
"Percy how could you"
One of her new siblings, Dana entered the room and saw her on the ground crying.
"Annabeth, are you ok?" she asked nervously.
With tears flowing from her eyes she looked up at Dana and uttered the words "Percy. He…He... Broke up with me".
"I'll go get Piper" Dana said as she quickly left the room
Five minutes later Piper entered the room.
"Annabeth!" she knelt down to Annabeth and gave her a hug.
"Don't worry girl, you'll get through this"
"I feel cold, so cold, why am I cold, Pipes?"
"I'm sorry, I don't know"
That night Annabeth cried herself to sleep. She missed her Percy, she missed the warmth he gave. All she had now was a cold embrace that she never wanted to feel, loneliness. She needed to get away.
That week she tried to carry on, but even with her friends supporting her she couldn't stay in Camp Half-Blood and waited for Fall to arrive. Most of her time were spent crying, when she didn't she read or trained. Some days she could smile a little, other days the only emotions she seemed to know were sadness.
Unknown First person POV
The wind was calm that morning, I danced the dance every morning deserved. A dance of speed, steel and strength. Two hours and no stop, just as I preferred. Sword and shield in my hands, the sun on my skin and the sounds of the ocean from afar. I took a deep breath and looked at my opponent. Dark brown hair a little longer than average, animalistic green eyes and built like a warrior. Like me bare chested, unlike me he was a lot tanner and his body were covered with thick hair. Ole, the one with a constant smirk on his face, the ever-loyal guardian and most of all the good friend. Like me he was a master of the dance of steel. He was tired, just as me. I smirked and dashed forward. He swung his sword to try and hit my back. I put my shield to block him, leaping around his shield. Victory belonged to me. My blade against his throat. We stopped.
"Almost Sander, I almost had you" he said before lowering his weapons.
"Only if he insists on using those primitive tactics" the one who always watches said
"I don't really see any reasons for using my powers here" I responded.
"I'm talking about guns" he uttered with a more careful tone.
"I find no honour in it, you know that Henrik" my voice got more authoritarian.
He nodded, letting out a s light sigh. Henrik, always an intellectual. He lacked the rough skin and brutish features of Ole, instead he was thin with pale skin and his body had more soft features. Except for the blond hair, his amount of body hair was on par with the amount that covered Ole. When it came to Henrik's eyes, I don't think anyone can have wilder eyes, despite that Henrik was logical, obsessive and with a focus on practicality.
"Today's fight was a good fight" Ole exclaimed.
"Agreed" it came from Henrik.
"That is true" I said happily.
Henrik looked at me nervously.
"What's on your mind?" I asked him.
He stepped away from me and took up a handgun. I laughed at him when he did it.
"Same procedure as yesterday?" I asked with a smile.
"Same procedure as every day Sir" in a comedic voice.
He pointed the gun at me.
"Do it!" I shouted, almost making him drop the gun.
He pulled down the trigger.
First chapter in my first fanfic. Tell me what you think. Do you love it? hate it? Should I change something or should I stop? Perhaps i should go play with a noose around my neck? Can't wait to hear your response. (and if you want to talk just PM me)
