Death Tear
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Chapter 1:
It had been nearly a year after the demigods' victory over Gaea and her offspring, the giants. Camp Half-Blood was almost fully rebuilt from the damages caused by the war. Some demigods had gone and taken their chances to move to the Roman camp and vice versa.
While the war was over, some demigods were still missing. Percy Jackson was one of them. Annabeth had felt the brunt of missing her loved one for eight straight months when her boyfriend was exchanged to New Rome. That hurt remained. She believed after being reunited with him, they could both attempt in having a normal life. However, it wasn't so. The end of the war turned out to be a worthless victory. The captivity of the Doors of Death caused a catastrophic and irreparable tear between the mortal world, the underworld, and the depths of Tartarus. Which in turn caused a tear in Alaska where the doors of death were last used by Thanatos. After realizing that the tear was caused by the doors of death, he came to the realization that they could no longer be used. Or else it would cause more tears in the world.
The tear was unguarded and allowed anyone or anything to enter and escape the depths of the underworld and Tartarus. Fortunate enough it was a problem for their world and not the Mortal world. Due to the mist, the tear was explained as an unexplained scientific phenomenon. Of course, everyone within the State of Alaska was advised to stay away. So far, the mortals obliged.
Some demigods were chosen by the gods to form a group and patrol the tear and defeat any nasty monsters that escaped the tear. The purpose of this patrol was to minimize as much collateral damage and the rapid reformation of monsters into the mortal world.
Percy was chosen as the leader of such group and he declined stating that he deserved rest after being a part of two wars. His reason came in vain as the Olympian council unanimously voted he was the best option for the task.
Annabeth didn't talk to anyone for days after realizing that both her and Percy would be separated once again. And unfortunately, the task he was given was full time, he had to settle with his comrades and guard the tear until the end of his days.
Communication had ended with them ten months after their arrival to Alaska. And Annabeth hadn't heard from him since.
"Annabeth" Piper interrupted Annabeth's train of thought. Annabeth was at the edge of the lake staring into the beautiful sparkling water that reminded her so much of Percy.
"I'm sorry did you say something?" Annabeth said as she turned her attention to Piper.
"Yes. I was asking if you were going to eat. Everyone's heading to dinner at the pavilion right now." Annabeth nodded half heartily.
Annabeth was fit and slim as she was, but she barely ate, and she began to look thinner and thinner. She would only eat maybe a quarter of her food before either heading to the lake or the Poseidon cabin to sit and eventually sleep in.
"Percy is strong, he's alive. I know he is Annabeth. His love for you, it's what keeps him going." Piper tried to comfort her with a hint of charm speak within her words. She really despised doing so, especially to Annabeth. But she needed to believe that Percy was okay.
"I hope so." Annabeth responded. However she didn't believe any of it.
The first ten months after Percy left, the outside world left seemed safer. There was still the occasional monster attack when a demigod ventured into the mortal world. But it was never more than one monster. Or if it was, it was limited to the maximum of three. Ever since the loss of communication, more monsters have been appearing all over the United States, particularly New York and California.
Annabeth proposed a search party be sent to Alaska with herself leading it. However, Chiron relayed to her that it would be much to dangerous and that Alaska was out of the gods range of power. She had never felt so helpless and she was relegated to teaching other demigods battle strategy to make herself feel somewhat useful.
It didn't help her however…
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The sight of what was once a camp in Alaska looked abandoned and destroyed. The dirt was charred and was littered with thousands of footprints. Destroyed campfires provided gray smoke into the air that made It look like a battle had occurred. The tear was unguarded and didn't have any form of activity.
But Percy's patrol was nowhere to be seen. His group of demigods' supplies were thrown all over and destroyed. Their makeshift wooden cabins were burnt to the ground with various ashes spread in between. Weapons were dangerously spread on the ground with the occasional sword stuck inside a monster.
Throughout the entire rummage of destroyed items, hung and strapped around the hilt of a sword was a Camp Half-Blood necklace. Five beads present within…