A/N: PLEASE READ:
Okay so this is literally a series of letters between Percy and Annabeth in between Battle of the Labyrinth and the Last Olympian. Chapters are quite short so I'll be updating every day. I'm writing everything you need to know here so I won't have to annoy you with author's notes on every other chapter. I've tried to keep this as in character as I could but if it goes a little OOC I apologise. Basically full of friendship and cuteness, nothing intense or deep.
Please review to let me know if you like this fanfiction and it will mean a lot to me.
WARNING: ** May include spoilers from the Percy Jackson series (but not the Heroes of Olympus)*
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any characters or storylines from the Percy Jackson series.
Return address: Camp Half-Blood, Half-Blood Hill, Farm Road 3.141
Long Island, New York 11954
2nd September
Percy,
How's it going? I told you I'd stay in touch and here I am keeping that promise. I'd send you an Iris Message but, you know, I'm not exactly bursting with gold drachma's right now. I figured this would be easier. If you don't want to write back that's okay, too – I know you've never been much of a writer. Dyslexia can kind of put you off.
Anyway, I'm rambling. Hi. How's your new school going? I hope you haven't exploded any more class rooms or attacked any innocent cheerleaders (okay, monster cheerleaders but still). Though, knowing you the building's probably been burned down by now. Seriously, I wish you could explain to me how you find yourself in so much trouble so frequently.
How's your mom? And your friends… and that girl? Hope everything's going alright, Percy.
Everything's pretty quiet around here. I think it might have something to do with the fact that you're not here to cause trouble. I've been taking good care of Chiron, in case you were worrying – his leg's almost completely healed. I'm going to stay at Camp for a little while longer than head out to my dad's. He's arranged this fancy private school which I'm dreading. Still, I suppose I can't complain too much. It probably cost him a lot.
As well as my promise to stay in touch… I'm also writing to you because I think I'll go mad if I don't talk to someone (semi) sane soon. Seriously, since you left it's been so unnaturally quiet it's almost turned boring around here. Don't tell Chiron I said that.
Although, Daedalus's laptop has kept me pretty busy. The stuff on here, you should see it! I'm totally showing you the best parts when you come home. There's some crazy things like a wooden cow that he was planning to build for who knows what. I probably shouldn't be telling you this but someone has to know – Daedalus had this brilliant idea, almost every statue in New York is an automaton that will do whatever you want if you press it in a special location and say the Authorization Code. The brains behind it is unbelievable, no wonder he was known as a genius. I'm still trying to work out why they were created but, still, pretty awesome.
Or not. I bet you fell asleep reading that, Seaweed Brain.
Okay, that's enough about me. I hope I haven't bored you too much. Maybe I'll talk to you soon.
Love,
Annabeth.