Chapter 1: Love

"You forfeit all rights to my heart

You forfeit the place in our bed...

With only the memories

Of when you were mine

I hope that you burn"

-Burn by Lin-Manuel Miranda, Hamilton

Percy

Percy walked through the forest of Camp Half Blood, thinking about his current plans. A small, sea green box laid in his hand and opening it for the umpteenth time, he checked the contents, a beautiful ring. Made by Hephaestus, it truly was a work of art.

Getting Athena's approval was simple enough. Percy thought he would have to work for her blessing, yet she gave it without hesitation. When he asked her why, she simply said because of who he was. With that, she then left, leaving him to ponder what she meant.

Then Percy went to the Chase residence to ask Annabeth's dad and stepmother for permission. They agreed immediately, saying how there was no better person than him to be married to their daughter.

Percy had always wanted a small, personal ceremony. Only inviting close friends and family would be enough. Fortunately, or rather unfortunately, most of the camp seemed to despise him. Annabeth was the only camper who hadn't left him and he was very thankful for that.

He tried not to hold a grudge though. Being bitter wouldn't help. Focusing on calming himself for what he was about to do would be a much better course of action.

On a certain scale, Percy was scared more now than whenever he fought monsters. There was still a possibility of rejection. Sure the chance was pretty slim considering their whole misadventure in Tartarus, but that didn't stop him from worrying. What if she wasn't ready? Was it too early? Would she appreciate how he proposed? If everything went to plan, she, hopefully, would.

Percy was brought out of his thoughts when he reached the edge of the forest. In front of him, not more than forty feet away, Annabeth, the love of his life, stood on the beach. Right when he was about to approach her, he noticed she was talking to someone else. Surprisingly enough, it was Artemis who stood next to her.

He wondered what were they talking about. Although he was curious about their conversation, he knew it did not involve him. Private conversations should stay private, unless you were spying on some baddies, of course.

Right as Percy was about to leave, something caught his eye. Artemis had just handed Annabeth a huntress-only-bow. Why would she do that? Then Annabeth raised her right hand, said a short phrase, and shortly after, she started glowing silver. Only a huntress of Artemis would glow that shade of silver.

It couldn't be. Why would Annabeth join the Hunt? She had no reason to. At least, he didn't think so... Was it something he did? He certainly hoped not. Percy always tried hard to be the best boyfriend and overall friend he could be. So why had she done it? Was he just not the right person for her? A feeling of sadness and betrayal hit him like a wave.

Deciding to question Annabeth on her actions Percy walked over to them. He hardly noticed the ocean responding to his mood.

Noticing him coming out of the shrubbery, Artemis and Annabeth tensed up, both looking at him with hatred in their eyes.

"Why Annabeth? How could you? I thought you loved me. Please tell me this isn't true," he begged, hoping that it was some sort of misunderstanding they could laugh at in the future.

"Why?! You're asking me why! You cheated on me! I should be asking why you did that to me. I did love you. I loved you with all my heart and you cheated on me! I can't believe how foolish I was to ever love you. I hope we never see each other again, Perseus."

Percy couldn't believe what he was hearing. How could he have cheated on her? Did she forget his fatal flaw?

"I thought you were a decent man, Perseus." Artemis said. "But it turns out you're just a lying, cheating boy like the rest of those pigs."

With every word he felt his feelings of sadness and betrayal turn into those of anger and hatred.

"Go then, Annabeth! Go run off with the oh so perfect hunters who have and could never do anything wrong. I know what they're really like. Don't expect me to care anymore. And don't go near the ocean if you want to stay alive." Percy said angrily. As he went to leave through the ocean, Artemis confronted him again.

"Do not talk to my huntress like that, boy! I should not even be responding to your idiotic claims. All men are exactly the same."

Percy turned and looked at Artemis in the eye.

"How dare you. You preach about how men are disgusting and horrible to men. Yes, I'll admit there are some men exactly like that but you and your group of hunters are no different. Other women fight against those men in more reasonable ways. You call yourself a feminist yet you judge other women by how many guys she sleeps with. Not all women want to be virgins for the rest of their lives and denounce any connections with men.

"Another problem is how your hunters treat men. Yes there are some that deserve the worst the fields of punishment can provide but you are hurting all males. Even the poor little three year olds who have no idea what they did wrong, are getting abused by your hunters. I have 7 year old kids of your brother in that camp who have PTSD because of your abuse. Imagine how horrible that must be for a child. They stay away from the older females in fear that they will get hurt again.

"You give females a bad name. You kill any male who comes across your camp. Be it a small boy exploring the woods in his backyard or a man who got hopelessly lost, you judge them for things they probably weren't a part of. Do you know how many women you've hurt because of this? Wives, mothers, sisters, fiancées, girlfriends, daughters aunts, grandmothers, and cousins, all mourning and heartbroken over a death you caused.

"I refuse to listen to your 'feminist' ideals any longer. You take it too far instead of setting an example. You have lost my respect and I hope I'll never have to see any of you ever again." With that, Percy stormed into the ocean, a wave sweeping him away from shore, never to be seen for a long time.

AN: So this is a one-shot to test out this idea. If, I get a few requests asking me to continue it, I already have a few things planned out. So read, review, favorite, follow, and whatever else.

I also never liked how Artemis And her hunters act. They're like those radical feminists and while we do need feminism, there are other, better ways to do it.

Also I do NOT own PJO in any way, shape, or form except copies of the book.

Edit: 7/31/16

Word Count: 1076