Disclaimer- No, I am not the infuriating author Rick Riordan who loves cliffhangers but I am the author of this story.
They didn't know it, on one did, but the two of them were the heart and soul of camp. Even before they started dating they were as close as two people could be, and everyone knew they liked each other.
Except them of course.
Things only got better once they finally revealed their feelings. He would pick her up kicking and squealing and run through the camp towards the lake with her over his shoulder, vowing that he better not put her down because the moment he did, he was dead.
Because she was the only one who knew his Achilles spot.
The camp got bitter when they fought and everyone was relieved when they finally made up. Everyone took it as their duty to make things as hard for the couple as they possibly could, because that's what she promised, often sending the poor son of Hades into the cabin when the two of them were getting intimate.
And for a while it was peaceful. Everyone was family and that's what family does.
But then something happened.
She woke up to a normal day in a not-so-normal camp expecting everything to be normal.
But it wasn't.
She couldn't see him at breakfast so she journeyed to his cabin, thinking that the poor boy had probably collapsed from his Achilles curse again.
But he wasn't there.
She searched the beach, the woods and the stables. The climbing wall and even the archery range were also scoured, but he wasn't found.
She told the centaur that had trained her, and him, and sent out search parties. But when they came back with no information, what so ever, she knew it, and the whole camp felt the tremor from the shocking information.
Percy was gone and Annabeth was broken.
A/N- Sorry that I've been gone for so long, I acutally just got home from a 9 week camp. Hopefully you'll see lots more stories coming from me now!