Hey everyone! Thanks for clicking on this story. Ok, so I've tried to write fanfiction before but it didn't work out to well. Actually, It didn't work at all. But I'm giving it another shot because I went back and read some of the reviews (only six) for my other sorry-excuse-for-a-story. If anyone who Reviewed/favorited/followed that story is reading this, then your the reason I'm trying this out again. You have inspired me!

I can't promise I'll be updating often. This is going to be difficult to do because I'm really bad at commiting myself to anything other than schoolwork or a book series. And I'm not the best writer. But that's part of what fanfiction is about, right? Writing to improve. So all I can promise is that I'll do my best. I would like an opinion or contructive criticism. No flames though please. I am a very sensitive person.

Without further ado, I give you my story! P.S. I don't own PJO

This is the story of a couple. A couple so bound by love, that even time itself can't tear them apart. You have heard of thier final adventure, but have you heard of thier adventures from the past? You know them as Percy and Annabeth. But those from the past know them by different names. Though, for your sake, I shall call them by the names you recognize them as. This endless attraction started on a tuesday. How ironic, such a normal day for such an abnormal event to take place. Although, at the time, the day was as normal as a day in this time period could be. Those in higher power were basking in thier wealth while the commoners were left to work endless hours in the scorching sun. On this day two people met...on this day a cycle started. And so it began...

Part 1

Percy POV

Ever since I was thirteen, my mother had hinted at the concept of marriage. I just ignored her and blew it off until the problem was imminent. What teenager wanted to think about marriage anyways? I waited a little too long though. I only faced the problem when my mother was on her death bed with an unknown illness and I realized that I was about to rule a kingdom alone at sixteen. Her last conversation with me went like this:

"Percy..." she called to me in her raspy, weak voice.

"Yes Mom?" I responded immediately. I sat down beside her and took her clammy hand in both of mine.

She smiled at me as if I reminded her of a sad memory.

"You look just like your father, you know. The green eyes, black hair..." Under normal circumstances, I would have rolled my eyes at her and say that she's told me a million times. But I wasn't going to have one of my mother's last memories of me be of me rolling my eyes at her.

Instead I smiled a equally sad smile at the familiar line. "Yes, I know."

"Your father was a strong man and I was very honored to rule alongside him. Eventually, you'll need to find a strong partner to help you rule the kingdom also." I knew where this was going.

She started speaking again before I could protest.

" My dying wish is for you to find a strong, loving partner to rule the kingdom with."

When I heard the words "dying wish" all protests disappeared instantly. I love my mother too much, I can't disrespect her dying wish.

"Alright mother."

She smiled warmly at me. It was that smile that comforted me when I was upset. That smile that eased the illness away when I was sick. That smile that always brightened my day. The only time that smile didn't manage to make my day better was today. Because seeing that smile upon her face made me realize it would probably be the last time I ever saw that wonderful smile again. Tears threatened to fall.

When she saw my eyes getting glossy, she held out her arms. She could barely hold them up. Throughout the whole conversation, her voice had gotten weaker. Words were interrupted with coughing fits. I curled up beside her and tried my best not to cry. But the effort was futile. Within the next minute, I was sobbing into her shoulder. I hadn't cried since I was a child.

When all my tears were gone, I was angry with myself. She was the one dying and I'm just sitting there sobbing and soaking her with my tears. I didn't let my anger show though. I just continued to curl beside her and savor her warmth while I still could.

Just when I was thinking that she had died while I was crying (she was being too quiet). She said "Look at me." I sat up and did so. She took my face between her hands and said " Find a woman that will love you as much as I have" She pulled my face forward and gave me a kiss on the forhead. "I love you so much, Percy."

"I love you too mom." I said back to her softly. She gave me one last beautiful smile and then dropped her hands. A moment later, she closed her eyes. She was gone.

That last conversation was burned into my brain. It was three days ago.

First came the shock. I just couldn't believe she was gone.

Next, came the anger. I had destroyed my whole room in a fit of rage.

Then, the memories. I thought about her soft hands as they tended to me as I was sick. Or as they brushed my dark, unruly hair. Or as they guided my fingers, teaching me to write. All the memories came in flashes.

And now I know what she would want. To fufill her dying wish I was to find a wife. And find a wife I shall.

Sorry it's short. I'll try to make it longer next time. Pretty, pretty, pretty please with blue chocolate chip cookies on top, can you review? I need feedback! Maybe I'll feel inspired and write another chapter. Also, If you have any ideas for the story, then i'm always open to hear them. It could help.