A/N: I'm thinking this will be a one-shot. I think. I don't own PJO or Anuna or Siuil a Ruin. If I owned PJO it would be twisted and sick. I also won't use the chorus of Siuil a Ruin, because it's in Irish. I don't feel like translating. Deal with it. This is before they discover Jason, Piper or Leo. One last thing: italics equal the song. Regular is my writing.
I wish I were on yonder hill,
'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill.
And every tear would turn a mill…
Annabeth sat in her cabin, wishing she could go to Half-Blood Hill. But no. The Athena cabin was under quarantine. One of her siblings had been working on a project, when something went wrong. A disease had been released that the Apollo kids couldn't cure yet, and so the Athena cabin was sealed off from the rest of the camp.
Annabeth wanted to start crying. She had been thinking about Percy, wanting to see where she had first met him. This brought up painful memories: a few shy, giggly kisses; and a more passionate kiss on the beach.
She had a feeling that if she thought about Percy any more she really would start crying, and her tears just might flood the cabin.
His hair was black, his eye was blue
His arm was strong, his word was true.
I wish in my heart I was with you…
Annabeth couldn't stop herself from picturing him, though. His wavy black hair he had gotten buzzed short just for her, his sea green eyes, his Camp Half-Blood necklace. She remembered when they had had a push-up contest, and for the first time, Percy had won. He was always truthful to her, no matter the consequence. That was one of the things she always loved about him.
"Seaweed Brain, where are you?" she muttered quietly to herself. Malcom gave her an odd look, but she ignored it, lost in thought. Why couldn't we have more demigods to spare? she thought anxiously. Why couldn't I be with you?
I'll dye my petticoats, I'll dye them red
And 'round the world I'll bake my bread
'Till I find my love, alive or dead…
She knew that there was only a slim chance of finding Percy. He could be anywhere in the country; no, anywhere in the world. He could be dead for all they knew. How could they find him?
"I swear on the River Styx," she whispered, "I will not stop looking until I find Percy, alive or dead."
Thunder boomed right above their cabin, startling everyone but Annabeth. It started to rain inside the cabin. People started cursing. Annabeth was happy, though. Water reminded her of Percy.
The stench of sickness cleared from the cabin. "So it was rain," she mused softly. Then she spoke loudly. "The cabin has been cured we can go out now."
The younger ones burst out the door and gave shouts of joy for the fresh air. It looked like the rest of the camp had gotten rained on too. That would cure everyone and everything. "Thank you, Zeus." She offered to the Lord of the Sky. "Thank you for bringing me this one small miracle."