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Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson Series.

Here's Percy, 8 years later. He's about… 22? From TLO, we last saw them running down Half Blood Hill right? So, Percy and Annabeth went their separate ways, but frequently texted to check up on each other. Percy promised her, he would visit her sometime but he never called back. And it's been almost a month.

Present Day: Where is Percy?

"Damn it!" he almost shouted, accidently cutting himself while using the saw. A vicious dark red line of blood began oozing out of his skin. He groaned, placing his bloody hand into a bucket of warm water. And instantly the cut went away. As always.

Percy began working in a surf shop because he had no interest in returning to school or finding a good job, so he ran his own surf shop. It was a decent lifestyle, and plus… Percy loved water. (- haha, that was redundant. Being the son of Poseidon and all.) He loved to surf.

Annabeth at the time had a very prosperous job and life. She was the head architect of a project where they were building a skyscraper. But recently, she became increasingly worried about Percy as he hadn't called or texted her back for a whole month.

Annabeth figured, "Hmph. He's probably off doing something stupid right now." She sighed and picked up her cellphone and texted to Percy, "Where are you, SEAWEED BRAIN?" Annabeth hoped he would return her text.

Percy heard his phone vibrate as he had just finished waxing the board. He looked over at his phone and saw, "New Message: Annabeth". Percy was about to return it, but he set it back down, remembering what Athena had "advised" him to do.

Memory Lapse:

Athena: Stay away from her, Perseus Jackson. I'm warning you, or you will face death eye to eye. If you even come close to her…

Percy shook away the dreadful and saddening thought. For he had never told Annabeth why he had to go away. He couldn't tell her. Then he would be getting in between her and her mother. And believe me, no one wants to pick a fight between a goddess of wisdom and battle.

When Percy hadn't returned her text, she sat down at her desk pondering sketch ideas for the skyscraper. It took her mind off of Percy, at least for a while.

MEANWHILE… (you might wanna pay attention to this part)

An evil witch, one who had discovered a curse great enough to kill a god, had finally finished her preparations to cast the spell. Now, you see this spell wasn't an ordinary spell of course. It was going to destroy the Gods one by one. Draining each of their power, and with the killing of the Gods, the Earth would eventually die as well with no one to maintain the necessary elements of life. Well, who knows why this woman is crazy like that and is sure that such Gods even exist. Anyways, she had finished the preparations and began chanting some sort of Ancient Greek at loud intervals. The ground began violently shaking, and a large rift in the earth had formed. Then a beaming, flaming light, shot out straight upward into the sky. Zeus' master bolt shook the sky moments later…

It wasn't too long later that when Percy sat down for his break he felt unusually tired. And suddenly, a dark hazy cloud of vapor came over him as if sucking the very life out of Percy… And the next thing he knew he was passed out cold on the floor…

Sorry, it's kinda short. Tell me how it is. Feel free to criticize me and let me know if I need to make improvements.