Author's note: I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, and yes, it's short, but it's just the beginning. The next one will be longer.
Annabeth was falling. She felt the wind pushed roughly against her cheeks yet she felt like she was in a dream. She believed that she was in a dream. She thought that at anytime soon she would wake up and scream just like whenever she had a nightmare. She passed through a thick layer of dreamy clouds then a dark surface emerged in her vision. She anticipated that the moment she hit the ground she would wake up but she didn't. She hit the cold gravel terrain with a loud 'Boom'.
Percy stood in front of her grave, shocked, he couldn't believe that she was gone, just like that. He soliloquy frequently and avoided everyone. He was acting even more anti-socially than Nico. He knew that he should have been out there, hunting psychopathically for the killer and then slowly take the life out of him, he knew that he shouldn't have been resting while the murder was out there although he didn't even know if she was murdered. He just couldn't bring himself to believe that Annabeth , his girlfriend, would just suicide like that. Then Grover walked in with an unusually depressed expression on his face. He held in his hands, a neatly folded sheet of pink paper. Percy grabbed it hastily out of Grover's hands.