Salutations, fanfiction world and other aliens. c:

THIS IS MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT A FANFIC, so please bear with me. (-':

This is the first chapter for the Mark of Athena, and all rights go to Ricky himself. Not me.

Review please and thanks, and I'll be adding more here and there. So enjoy~

Love, untold legacy. :3


Annabeth was restless. She lay in her bunk, unable to sleep only because what awaited her at sunrise determined whether or not her assumptions about him had been correct. It had been eight months since she'd seen him and her mind raced with discouraging thoughts.

Think of books, stories, building, owls anything but him she thought forcing her thoughts to take a deliberate step into her labyrinth of a mind.

But it seemed as though every tired bone in her body had been screaming his name. She'd explode soon. One of her new friends, Piper had tried to give her some advice every now and then when she'd broken down. She was glad only Piper saw her whenever she had her emotional break downs. Piper was understanding and never gave her bad advice.

"It's not good to keep things bottled up inside Annabeth, breathe alright! Before you know you'll see him again."

She'd tried her best to keep everything under control that whole summer, as she and her fellow campers worked endlessly on the warship she was currently on. The Argo II was a massive golden warship with 16 shields on each side, a room for every two crew members and a bunch of others for the other members which were supposed to join them in about 8 more hours.

How would you know if they didn't kill him yet? It's been eight months!

She let out a shaky sigh, loud enough for Piper who was lying in the bunk above her to hear. Annabeth figured she was awake, worrying just as badly as she was. Their room was unnaturally quiet. Usually, while Annabeth lay worrying Piper would be snoring above her but tonight there was no snoring.

"Annabeth?" came a soft voice above her.

"Ya?" Annabeth's own voice sounded foreign against the silence, husky and alien almost.

"Do you- Do you think Jason has a... y'know? Girl-" Piper's voice was shaky, and sounded a bit awkward. She knew she couldn't finish her sentence. Annabeth had tried to calm her nerves down by saying something soothing and reassuring but she always ended up saying the more blunt and rational idea.

"To be honest Piper" she started to say while a head emerged from the side of the bunk. Piper was naturally beautiful. Her eyes were always changing colour like the tie dye background of some psychedelic movie transition scene. Her chocolate brown hair dangled around her. Annabeth remembered a time when Pipers hair was choppy and short, but these days Piper seemed to forget about her hair as it grew long and lush.

"I don't know. I think it's better to be safer than sorry and ask him yourself. When we get to the camp tomorrow I don't think you want to get hurt alright? I wouldn't want to have my hopes flushed for a second time. You've worried yourself over him for way to long Piper. Cut your losses and find out the truth." Annabeth finished. She hoped it wasn't too harsh, but Piper seemed to be used to Annabeth's straightforward answers. There was silence for a while and when Annabeth was just about to apologize when Piper spoke up

"Do you think that whatever happened to Jason and me, y'know with the mist and all happened to Percy?"

It was a simple question, a question that echoed in Annabeth's mind way to often.

"Sometimes, but I try not to let it get to me. We just need to hope for the best and prepare for the worst alright? Now get some sleep." Annabeth said. She knew herself there was a tint of worry and rush in her voice but she was tired. Suddenly, a pair of legs swung down and Piper jumped off her bunk.

"I'm going to go talk to him." She said in a determined tone and left before Annabeth could say anything. She let out a sigh, and closed her eyes. Before she knew it, her thoughts settled down and she drifted off to sleep without even knowing it happened.


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