Spoilers for Percy Jackson & The Olympians: The Titan's Curse

So I'm in the middle of reading the Percy Jackson series (which I LOVE by the way) and I simply adored the third one! Aka the one I just finished :)

I just started the fourth one but I couldn't get the idea for this story out of my head. I mean, we all know that Percy likes Annabeth and that Annabeth likes Percy, (I know they get together in the end but I'm still confused about, in the third one, if she likes Luke or if she just feels sorry for him, but whatever) they're just too naive to see it.

But anyways, I kind of figured that since Percy isn't as strong as Artemis or Annabeth (because he, obviously, doesn't have the spirit of a true huntress) that Annabeth had to be worried about him. It didn't say ANYTHING about what Annabeth thought about what Percy did forArtemis. They just had that little moment with the grey streaks in their hair.

So this is my little one-shot about how Annabeth felt about what happened

PS I don't own Percy Jackson & The Olympians

Nightmares

I cannot remember the last time I had been more afraid for my life. I thought I was going to die there. At times there were moments when I wished for death, so then maybe the pain would leave me.

It was strange, though, how in my darkest moments of despair I swear I could hear your voice. Sometimes it sounded like you were laughing, while other times I just heard you talking. Looking back on it I can't recall the things that you said to me. All I remember is that your voice calmed my nerves and made me pray for rescue even more than I already was.

The thought of never seeing you again filled me with an empty feeling that, at the moment, I couldn't quite describe. But, upon seeing your face again I think I finally began to understand. All along I thought it was you that needed me, when in reality I needed you.

Being home again is bittersweet. I decided to go to San Francisco with my father and stepmother. It isn't so bad, though I miss you terribly. The thought of seeing you again next summer presses me through the day… though it's the nights that are truly horrifying.

During the day it's easy to push aside those horrible memories of the things I saw and experienced because I'm surrounded by the warm embrace of the bright sunlight. But at night, when the darkness encircles me, I get an empty pit in my stomach that fills me with dreadful recollections and fear.

The nightmares are awful and they seem to plague me every single night, showing no mercy. I awake in a panic, thinking I'm back in that frightful place, surrounded by the darkness. Once I see that I'm in my room my nerves begin to settle, but that doesn't fully eliminate the fear lingering in the back of my mind. I have plenty of horrible nightmares which, sadly, I can say I have gotten used to. I have not gotten used to the fear that comes with those nights; no I don't think I'll ever get used to that. But I have gotten used to the nightmares themselves to the point where I almost expect them each and every night.

My nightmares consist of many different events. Sometimes I'm just enclosed in darkness and can't see a thing. Though I know I'm there, and I know I'm alone. Or moments where I'm straining under the weight of the sky; no pain in the world could compare to how it felt to bare that burden. In different dreams sometimes I see you and try to call your name, but can't bring myself to speak. So you keep moving with Thalia and leave me behind. In others the weight is just so unbearable I can't hold it anymore and collapse; I always awake before I'm crushed though. Occasionally I would dream ok Luke. The dream would consist of nothing more or less than him, falling off that cliff. I would run to the edge, peering down to look at him, only to have him staring back into my face with a blank expression on his face and filling eyes; but every time he was laughing. It gives me chills just thinking about it.

I have many nightmares. Though I can honestly say that, finally, they are starting to go away. Months after my experience has given me time to cope with that has happened. So the dreams come less and less. Though there is one dream, the one I seem to have the most, that doesn't want to go away; and it's always the worst one. I've dreamed of monsters, falling, failing, darkness, and being terribly and utterly alone; but nothing compares to the dream I have the most.

The dreams that cause me to awake in a cold sweat almost every night consist of none of those horrible memories lingering in my mind. The recurring dream, that I can't seem to get rid of, is simply of Percy, holding the world on his shoulders.

The thought of you bearing the fate of the world on your shoulders causes me to awake in tears every time. With the knowledge that this might be your prophecy, your destiny, I can't help but sob myself back to sleep.

You, Percy, have the weight of the world on your shoulders.

And if I could, I would take it from you.

So… like it? I was thinking about writing another one-shot about how Percy felt when Thalia called him seaweed brain. Cause I mean… that had to be like a stab in the heart.

Let me know what you think!

And again, I haven't finished the books yet so I don't know what happens. So if anything I assumed she felt is wrong I apologize.