THIS IS MY FIRST STORY SO FLAMES, REVIEWS AND VIEWS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED. I DO NOT OWN PJO OR ANYTHING RELATED. ALL RIGHTS TO RICK RIORDAN.
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ANNABETH BETRAYS PERSEUS AT MOUNT OLYMPUS. KRONOS RISES. PERSEUS DIES. THIS IS THE STORY OF THE REBELLION WITHOUT A SON OF POSEIDON.
I charged at the Titan Lord, hacking and slashing and slicing with my sword. Nothing worked, The curse of the Styx was working for Luke. For me also but that is not the point. He charged with his scythe and I barely dodged. He grinned sadistically, sensing that i was nearly dead. With a roar he brought down his sword and i rolled out of the way and stabbed upwards not really paying attention to where i was sticking my sword ( not an innuendo...hehe. immature jackass.). With a roar the Titan fell back and I realised where i had struck. Under his left arm. His mortal point. It was my turn to grin as i brought down my sword, prepared to end this war. Then... Then i was stabbed in the back (Figuratively and literally). I collapsed, screaming in pain. I felt the Curse Of Achilles leave and the exhaustion of what i had done in the past 48 hours set in. I fell unconscious. The last thing I saw was Annabeths face staring down at me mouthing "im sorry" over and over again.
I died.
THIRD PERSON POV.
Annabeth stood above the son of Poseidons body, felling remorseful and ashamed and so many other things. She had always been with Kronos. She had joined with Silena, only Silena had been weak and had to be threatened. It was her who told Kronos about the plan to destroy the Princess Andromeda and so basically she was responsible for the death of Beckendorf. She had let the hellhound into camp, stolen the master bolt, exploited the labyrinth.
Everything that had ever gone mysteriously wrong with the camps plans and defenses had been her fault. EVERYTHING. However she wasnt some heartless b**** who had sold her friends to the Titan Lord because she thought he was hot. She felt remorse, guilt,anger, self-loathing. Rarely would she get a full nights sleep. But this...this was unforgivable. Olympus's last hope lay dead at her feet. Heroes soul, cursed blade shall reap. Her blade was cursed, she supposed. Still, this wasnt how it was supposed to happen. A groan from Kronos brought her back to Earth. "Well done girl" he snarled. "Now get out as I reveal my true form and vaporise these glorified stools". Her eyes blinded by tears, Annabeth fled the Throne Room of Olympus, one thought going through her mind.
It wasnt supposed to end like this.
So there you have it. Chapter one of my first ever fic. Reviews and Flames are greatly appreciated. Depending on how this is received I may update. Thanks for reading. :D