Hi. So this is my FIRST fanfic ever…

Hope you enjoy:)

UPDATE: I decided to go back and fix the beginning chapters, cause I don't really like them.

There he was again. His back to her as she lay in a pool of her own blood. He slapped his sword into the helmet of an enemy so hard it dented it.

"Get back!" he slashed his sword in a wide arc, driving the rest of the army away from her. "No one touches her!"

Annabeth woke up to the ringing of her alarm clock. She groaned as she rolled out of bed. Every time she slept, she had a dream like that, with generally the same people in each new dream. She was never able to see their faces―or maybe she never remembered them. She had never told anyone about them, because she generally tended to avoid being sent to a mental institute.

She got ready for school quietly so she didn't disturb her family. In a few minutes, Annabeth quietly slipped out the front door of their apartment building to walk to the library where she always read until it was time to head to school. She passed the apartments, which were inhabited by people whom she couldn't care about less. The buildings themselves on the other hand, were adored by Annabeth. She loved their architecture and had even gone so far as to memorize the blue prints. That was something that had been especially hard for Annabeth, because she always got a strange feeling when she learned about architecture.

Soon enough, she reached the library. Inside, she grabbed a book from the shelves and sat down in her usual spot to read. Two hours passed in a blur and pretty soon the librarian was walking over to her to remind her that it was time to go.

"It's time for you to head to school, Annabeth," she told her smiling. "Did you try that book I recommended?"

Annabeth had known her since she was young―ever since she had started coming to the library. Ms. Atina was like a second mother to her. Every morning Ms. Atina let her know when it was a good time to head to school.

Annabeth sighed. "No. I told you I don't like to read about architecture." She really did and Ms. Atina knew it too. It was just that whenever she read about architecture, she got the chills, as if she was missing something.

The smile vanished from Ms. Atina's face at her answer. She looked at Annabeth for a second and then looked away. "Well then. You better get headed to school. You don't want to be late." She ushered Annabeth out the door. Annabeth waved back to her, and Ms. Atina's smile was back.

"Hey, how's it been?" Annabeth's friend Tracey asked, not really looking for an answer. Annabeth shut her locker door and laughed.

"It's been amazing," Tracey's older cousin Trevor butt in. He looked at her for a second, then raised his eyebrows. "What's the occasion?"

Tracey laughed. "Shut up Trevor."

"No really," he asked. "Do I see Tracey Hamilton wearing a *gasp* dress?"

"No really," she replied, mocking him. "Shut. Up."

"Ok, ok," he said, grinning. Trevor turned to Annabeth and stage whispered to her, "Why is she all dressed up?"

Annabeth "whispered" back, just as loud, "It's the day boys are supposed to ask girls to the dance. And someone has a crush." She grinned over to Tracey.

Tracey huffed and crossed her arms.

"I hate you guys. Sometimes it feels like you're in cahoots against me." She brushed herself off. "Besides. He's in a different school."

"Sooo...," Trevor finally said. "Who here heard the bell ring a few minutes ago?"

Annabeth and Tracey looked around the halls, only to see they were empty. They look back at Trevor, to see his hand raised.

"Oh shoot!" Tracey yelled and the three of them sprinted down the halls.

Annabeth had been late to class and she was not happy. She had never ruined her perfect attendance record before. Ever. Annabeth didn't get detention because this was her first time being late. She paid attention the best that she ever had in the rest of her classes, even though her ADHD and dyslexia made it hard. When it was time to go home and the final bell had rung, Annabeth packed her stuff up and decided that she would go to the library instead of going home. Of course, Annabeth decided that most days, so she knew her parents wouldn't be worried. She lived in New York City, so she knew to duck into shops full of customers every few minutes. One time she ducked into a bookstore, so she decided to look around. They had books on Greek architecture in there and her longing to read them grew so bad, she had to run out of there. While Annabeth walked, she saw the little things. She saw the new sprinklers that had been built by each tree along the sidewalk, she saw a cat duck into the shadows of an alley, she saw― Oof! She did not see the men she had bumped into.

"Hey! Who done that?" One of the men looked straight at her. There were three of them, three of the same burly frame, same straight black hair, same crooked nose, same huge hands.

Annabeth froze for a second, then zipped past them. They ran after her, angrily, while yelling for her to stop. She ran as fast as she could, but she was growing tired and they were gaining on her. She was so focused on getting to the busy street up ahead, she didn't watch where she was going. she ran into someone and in a heap of limbs they tumbled onto the ground. She had fallen on top of a guy around her age. Annabeth quickly stood up and apologized.

"I'm so sorry!" She put her hand out to him to pull himself up.

"No worries," he brushed himself off and then looked at her. His eyes grew wide when he saw her face and he stuttered, "I-I I'll should g-go." He turned around to leave.

For a second Annabeth was confused, but she didn't have much time to ponder his actions. A deep voice spoke out from behind her.

"What's wrong princess?" one sneered. "Scared?" Annabeth whipped around to see the men right behind her.

The guy who she had bumped into stopped in his tracks to turn around and glared at them. "Leave her alone."

"Why should we?" one of the men replied, cracking his knuckles to intimidate them.

"You don't want to find out," he warned.

"Oh really?" the man said amused. "I really want to find out now."

"Fine. Punch me. Give it your best shot."

The men looked at each other, confused for a second, then one of them shrugged and said, "He asked for it." Swinging his fist back as far as he could, he took a shot. The guy ducked. Then, faster than lightning, he elbowed one in the gut, grabbed his arm, and pulled him into one of the other men. The last man ran away and, as soon as the other two were able to, they ran after him.

Annabeth was pretty sure her jaw was relatively near her toes. "H-how?"

He smiled, "Magic."

"Idiot," Annabeth laughed. Then, realizing what she said, she blushed. "Sorry. I don't know why I said that. I didn't mean it."

He kept grinning. "It's fine." He laughed. "You're cute when you blush."

At first Annabeth glared at him for suggesting such a thing, then the two of them realized what he had said. This time he blushed and she laughed at him.

"My name's Annabeth." She stuck her hand out.

He hesitated for a second and then shook her hand and answered, "My name's Percy."

Sooo... How was it? I went over it a thousand times so I hope it was any goodXD

I CANT BELIEVE HAMMER OF THOR CAME OUT!

I haven't read it yet but I'm SOOOOOO excited!