It had been two weeks and Annabeth had become worried. Percy had gone out on a solo quest, but he left two weeks ago and had not made any contact in a week! He was supposed to be gone for only a few days. The last time he had been gone for so long without telling any one, his memory had been erased by Hera and he was dropped into a camp for roman demigods. This was not good. Annabeth was good at keeping her head and her priorities straight, but this time she was having some serious trouble. She kept telling herself not to worry, but the long he was gone, the more she ignored herself.
She felt the butterflies come in her stomach and her pace began to quicken as she walked towards the big house after being summoned. She had a gut feeling something was wrong. She tried to think of what it could be, and she forced herself not to think about Percy. She knew that hope was a luxury she could not afford.
As she reached the big house, she saw Chiron sitting in wheelchair form on the wrap-around deck with Mr. D, both staring grimly into a large cup. To anyone else this would have looked weird, but Annabeth knew it was an iris-message. Chiron wordlessly beckoned her over to them, and, with a feeling of immense dread, she peered into the cup with them.
What she saw at first confused her.
There was Nico. He was someplace dark and damp. He seemed clearly distressed and looked like he had been crying. He was crouching next to a dark mass of what looked like a pile of wet, dirty clothing. He was stuttering. "… And I saw him… just lying there…" His eyes widened she he say Annabeth leaning over Chiron's shoulder. "I don't know what attacked him…There are no scratches or-or anything… he's just not breathing there is n-no heartbeat." Annabeth suddenly realized what Nico was crouching near. It wasn't a pile of clothes at all, but her boyfriend.
Annabeth began to shake. "He doesn't seem dead, th-though. I don't sense death…I just, I just… I don't know. He's here, clearly dead, but I don't sense him dying. It's, it's weird." Nico explained. Everything was muffled. She couldn't move or tear her eyes away, no matter how much she wanted to. She had just seen Percy, her best friend, dead on the street, with no logical explanation why. "— Annabeth! I am so so s-so sorry! I got here too late. I-I don't k-know w-w-what happened…." Nico began to shake too. She still couldn't move. She faintly remembered Chiron's hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her, but it was to no avail.
How could this happen, she thought. It didn't seem real, like it was just a dream. But no, Annabeth knew she was never that lucky. She wasn't thinking rationally, in fact she was barely thinking at all. She was in complete shock. Her knees buckle, and the next thing she knew she was on the ground, silent tears streaking down her face. "I'm coming," she heard Nico faintly. However, Annabeth was in no mood to stick around and wait for her dead boyfriend to be brought to heard Chiron try to talk to her, but she paid him no attention as she was standing up, and proceeded right off the porch and began to run.
She heard Chiron try to talk to her, but she paid him no attention as she was standing up, and proceeded right off the porch and began to run.
A/N
This is my first story.
I know this story doesn't sound the greatest, but I promise you, if you give it a chance i bet you will really like the ending.
Thanks for reading! :)
