Karma

Author's Note (iSopokey): Hey guys! I've decided to make a story of Percy after the Fifth book of the Heroes of Olympus, (Not that I know which one that is…) and thought it would be nice to add a twist to what happens after the great war, so without further ado, here is the story.

Chapter I

Annabeth

Prolog

Memories, I thought, How I despise them. It wasn't long before I spoke, "Lights out guys…" They all nodded glumly, and I did as well. Ever since his disappearance, I couldn't forgive myself. I just couldn't forgive myself, and now, he was probably dead.

Once again, I had cried myself to sleep, the dark, unimaginable dreams had once returned, ready to take vengeance on my thought, making me suffer of sleep, driving my dreams, completely insane.

To my surprise, this dream wasn't torturing me, or at least, not completely. I was where it all happened, the day of the celebration, when me and him had returned from the war, and me smiling, because my boyfriend had a new title, or at least, he was given another title.

The one who had retrieved Zeus's lightning bolt, the one who had save the camp by retrieving the golden fleece, the one who had help me lift the sky, the one who had won the battle of the labyrinth.

The hero who had achieved the curse of Achilles, the one who had slain Kronos, the one who had finished off various of other missions, the one who had helped me survive Tartarus, the one who had finished of Gaea, the evil essence of mother nature.

What had I done in return that day? I had pushed him into Tartarus, at least, not purposely. It was that day that had not only changed my life, but everyone else's at camp half blood, including camp Jupiter.

I was in the woods, enjoying the scenery, waiting for Percy Jackson to return with the picnic basket, when all of a sudden, I saw someone I thought I would never see in a million years, the demigod I thought was truly stupid for what he had done, Luke Castellan.

He had come back and was forgiven, and he wanted to complete one thing before he would return to Esylum, he had wanted to kiss me, ask for my forgiveness, to assure himself I wasn't mad.

I, being the stupidest daughter of Athena, had accepted, completely forgetting about Percy, but little did I know, Luke wasn't in Esylum, and didn't care for me, he had wanted to get revenge, on the one person he hated, for ruining his destiny, Percy.

It was bad enough when Percy saw me and Luke kissing, but when Luke had opened a gate to Tartarus, and went through, grabbing the very shocked Percy, I had made a stupid decision.

I had held his hand, until Luke had tricked me, he had told me to trust him, and that I should let go, and that he wasn't going to do anything bad, and other stupid, very unlikely excuses, and I did it, I trusted Luke, and let go of Percy.

Percy didn't shout, yell, or resist. He had just stared at me, with those gorgeous sea green eyes, in disappointment, not believing that I had chosen Luke over him, after all we've been through.

I regretted this decision, and ran after him to grab him again, "You fool! Love always tricks the smartest people, doesn't is my sweet Annabeth?" Luke had said, I cried as the gate close, and then fading away, knowing that what I had done was stupid and selfish.

The thing was though, I hadn't told anyone what had happened, too embarrassed of my decision. Everyone had launched a search party after I filed in the complaint.

It had effected everyone, it was like a living chaos, something however, that would burn, until Percy Jackson was long and forgotten. Even that wasn't possible, Zeus, surprisingly cried as we arranged the funeral. Even Athena, had shown a lot of respect towards Percy, but she had eyed me from time to time.

All of this was in one dream, to seam that it lasted a hold day, it had only lasted a full night. I looked at the clock, I smiled remembering that at eight, I would have to kiss Percy to get him out of bed.

I looked around, and realized that no one was in the cabin, with a confused look on my face, I went took of my clothes, jumped into the shower, smiling to the fact that I had it all to myself, and hopped out when I was done, brushed my teeth, pulled my hair back into a ponytail, and went to the mess hall.

When I stepped out the door, I stopped in my tracks, there was a strong sent, something I had remembered a year ago, Tartarus. Suddenly, that smell stopped, and was replaced by the salty air.

Wait a second, I thought, The smell of salt in the air was only when Percy was around. My eyes widened, first the smell of Tartarus, now the smell of Percy, I gasped, and ran off following the smell.

What assured me that Percy was at Zeus's fist? Because there was a whole crowd of demigods there, every single one of them, including the Aphrodite kids. I pushed through everyone, and made it to the center. My eyes widened even more, there was a hooded man, who looked sinisterly evil.

Somehow, I felt attracted to him, his aura was amazing, as if he was daring me to come, yet in a soothing way. He had a blood red leather hoodie, and ripped up denim jeans.

Whore black running shoes with purple laces, and he had a sea green cotton t-shirt on. The exact same clothes Percy did, when he went into the gate, but where the red hoodie came from, I don't know. Somehow, I seemed to know him…