Annabeth's Diary
A Percy Jackson Fanfiction by "stalkerinpink"
Told from various characters' points of view.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians. However, I do own Kana Solette and other characters like that...
Chapter One: A Cold Confession of Love (Percy POV)
It was a cold afternoon in August. I stared up at the sky as I lay on my back in the grass. This summer had been a peaceful one. I didn't have to kick any monsters' butts.
I sighed. It was my last day at Camp Half-Blood for the year. I would have to start packing to go home. I slowly got up and began to trudge towards my cabin. I couldn't believe another summer at this camp had already passed. It had been so much fun. Time flies so fast.
I suddenly stopped in my tracks and I realized I was standing before the Athena cabin. "Oh yeah, Annabeth's going home for the year too," I murmured to myself. I went inside.
Whoa. The cabin was really neat. Everything was organized and in its correct place. How do the Athena kids manage to do that? The cabin was almost empty, except for Annabeth kneeling in one corner, placing clothes into a blue suitcase.
"Hey, Annabeth," I said. "Excited to go home?"
"I guess," she replied simply, lifting a pile of clothing into the suitcase. Some of the clothes spilled out the sides and slipped onto the floor.
"I'll help," I said, and bent down to gather the clothes up. I proceeded to stuff them into the case.
Annabeth rolled her eyes at me. "At least fold them before you put them in!"
"Fine, fine…"
She went to the other side of the room and opened a few cabinets in one of the drawers standing there. She appeared to be looking for something.
"Whatcha looking for?" I asked her.
She ignored me and continued to dig inside the cabinets. "Ugh, I swear I put my sandals somewhere in here. Where did they go?"
"Well… I saw a pair of white ones near the Big House," I said.
"Yeah, those are mine. Well, I'll go get them. Would you mind putting the rest of my stuff away while I do that?"
"Okay…"
"Pack them neatly!"
"Okay, okay!"
"Good." She smiled and left the cabin.
I sighed and looked at the towering pile of clothing next to me that needed to be packed. Whatever. I began to fold them up and put them into the case. Boring.
I worked and worked. I was about to fall asleep. After packing more clothing into the suitcase, I reached for the top of the clothes pile again—and my hands met with the most fearsome thing I could ever touch.
A silk bra adorned in lace.
"Eeek!" I screamed like a girl and dropped Annabeth's bra. However, it got stuck to my shirt, making me freak out. I flailed wildly about, determined to get that thing off of me, when I accidentally kicked the suitcase, toppling it over. All of its contents spilled out.
I froze.
"Oh gods," I groaned, "I have to start all over packing this suitcase up."
Why the heck was Annabeth making me do this anyway? I muttered incomprehensibly about bossy girls and their strange-looking underwear. I was about to put the clothes back into the case when my eyes fell on a peculiar book lying on the floor.
Had this come from Annabeth's suitcase? I looked at it and turned it over. It was a very fat book. The cover was made out of a leathery fabric that was pale purple and had flowers etched on it. The pages inside were thin and large. I knew it wasn't right to snoop, but honestly? I was bored to death folding clothing!
I slowly opened the book to the first page. It was almost completely blank, except for two small words in the very center.
Annabeth's Diary.
So the book did belong to Annabeth. I turned the page and began reading. It was very difficult due to my dyslexia, but I had to try my best.
My name is Annabeth Chase. I don't know how old I am. I don't know where I live. I don't know who my real parents are. Why? I am a young demigod on the run.
I think I was born eight or so years ago. I don't really remember how I was born. I kind of just remember… existing. I just knew that I was there. That was always enough for me.
Now it's not. I know that I'm a demigod. Half god, half human. I'm being followed everywhere I go. Monstrous creatures are out to get me, and the people I have lived with have shunned me. I ran away from them, and now I'm left to fend for myself. I'm not too sure how long I'll live, but I've got to try my hardest.
Wow. That must've been scary. I turned a few pages and read a short passage there:
It seems that I'm not the only one. Not the only one continuously being attacked. Not the only one who hates their step-parents.
Today I was hiding when I was suddenly discovered. I drew back in fear. Another monster! I saw two people, around my age. They looked normal, but I wasn't going to be fooled.
"Monsters! No more!" I wailed, petrified.
Yet one of them stuck their hand out to me. "We're not monsters. We're just demigods, like you," he seemed to say. He handed me his knife. "Only the strong and clever can wield a knife. I think you're good enough."
His name is Luke. Luke Castellan. The other person with him is Thalia. Thalia Grace.
For once, I'm not alone. I'm happy. I have friends… I think.
I wanted to read more. A lot more. Her life was intriguing. I slowly flipped through the pages, images of her experiences flashing through my mind. A picture book of her memories.
I stopped at an entry that caught my eye.
Luke has died. He killed himself to save us from Kronos.
I can't believe it. How much his death makes my breath catch. Every time I think about it, I get an uneasy feeling and tears begin to flow. He and Thalia were my first friends.
That knife he'd given me… I'd carried it around everywhere. I would always follow Luke around. I traveled with him. When he first found me, back when I was so young, we journeyed to the safety of Camp Half-Blood side by side. Together. He never left me behind.
All those years, he was my best friend. He was always with me, helping me. He trained me to fight with a knife, a weapon only the strong and clever could wield. For a knife is short. Yet deadly.
Just like our friendship.
When he betrayed us all and was possessed by Kronos… I couldn't even imagine it. It was hard to believe that he had gone to the dark side. My only friend for all those years. It made me feel abandoned. I knew there had to be some part of him that was still sweet. I couldn't believe that he had just forgotten about all those times we spent together.
Well, turns out he had remembered. Even when being possessed by Kronos, he always became himself again once he saw me. I liked being able to see through him like that. In the end, I actually sort of convinced him that what he was doing wasn't right. This lead to him stabbing himself to kill off Kronos.
He died a hero's death in the end. As I sit by his shroud, I can't even believe what has just happened. He almost seems fake. I feel sad that he's dead. I wonder why. He did betray us, and he did get possessed by Kronos. So why does he make my feelings flow like this?
I guess for a period of time, I did kind of… like him. Back when I was young and ran from home, he was my savior. I wouldn't have minded marrying him.
Yet, that is not the case now. It's only now that I realize that I'm not meant for him. I've got somebody else. Somebody who's alive and well. Someone who would take a bullet for me. Someone who doesn't mind my attitude. He's always there, and when he's not, I feel lonely. I thought that no one would ever compare to Luke Castellan, but he has. After all this time, I finally realize.
I lo—
"I'm back with my sandals," Annabeth announced.
I frantically shut the book and stuffed it under her bed. She looked at me curiously. "What's up? You look like you've seen a ghost."
Phew. She didn't see that I was reading her diary.
She gazed at her suitcase, which was still flipped over, and the clothes that were all over the floor.
"Stupid Seaweed Brain. You knocked over the suitcase?" she sighed, clearly exasperated.
"S-sorry," I stammered. Thoughts were still racing through my head.
"Whatever," she said. "I guess I could always go get someone else to come help me, if you're hopeless." She exited the room once again.
That was a close call.
I grabbed the book from underneath the bed, then flipped to the page that I was reading.
I thought that no one would ever compare to Luke Castellan, but he has. After all this time, I finally realize.
I love Pieface Jerksan.
"What!?" I said.
"That's not what it says, you idiot," came a voice from above me. I looked up and almost jumped in surprise. Nico was standing there. He winked at me.
Stupid dyslexia…
I looked back at the page I was reading, my eyes slowly widening.
I love Percy Jackson.
