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Summary: It was as if a light had been switched on somewhere in her mind, and before she knew it she spoke in a very sensual voice that she couldn't believe had come from her mouth. "Hello, sir. I am Annabeth, class one recruit at The Enchantress. Looking forward to please you." When Annabeth is stranded on an island, with little memories of who she was before, how will she cope when she finds that she may not remember what home was at all?

Warnings : Strong Lemons, and extreme Smexyness.

Non-Demigod Universe.

Enchantress

Chapter I: The awakening.

She could make out the vague noises, the sounds telling her that wherever she was, she wasn't safe in the least. She could hear water; it could have been waves hitting her bare legs. Her hands felt sand beneath her body. She wasn't sure. She could smell the salty turf. She could guess that she was on some shoreline.

She opened her eyes; at least, she tried to. Her vision was disoriented and her eyes watered when she tried to keep them open for more than a few seconds.

She felt the cold breeze, biting at her skin, making her bare legs shiver. Pain, she could feel, numbing other senses.

She could hear thunder rumbling in the clouds, promising a heavy downpour. She knew she should've moved a long time ago, but even her brain was refraining from any action. She tried moving herself; her body felt too heavy to shift the slightest. Her mind was shutting down. She was dying, probably, if fate was kind enough.

She heard a bark in the distance, followed by the unmistakable sound of sand crunching under someone's feet. She felt something wet poke her hand and a paw trying to push her away from the waves, which were now felt up to her waist. She would surely drown, now.

If she had been sane, she would have congratulated herself on the exceedingly impressive use of her senses. But as it was, she wasn't sure she would live to do so. Maybe after death would suffice for that.

The dog, now near her feet, barked loudly, as if to alert someone. Then she heard more of them, footsteps, across the beach, coming towards where she was laying half-conscious, half-dead.

She felt herself being lifted as a pair of well muscled arms cradled her. She opened her eyes a fraction, silently praying she wasn't in the arms of a cannibal.

But what she saw was perhaps the best memory to die with, she thought. Say farewell to life, Annabeth.

She saw the man's eyes, a brilliant green, just like the ocean-floor, before her head lolled over to a side and she stilled in the strangers arms.

-Percabeth—

Awaking to the melodies of the birds was something she had not thought of experiencing while waking up in Heaven. She opened her eyes and was successful this time on the first attempt, though she had to blink for a few times to get adjusted to the dim light in the room, the pale white luminescent moonlight, that was seeping in through the window on her right.

She peered through the window. The landscape showed silvery sand, glowing in the moonlight, which was bordered by seemingly harmless sea that stretched till the horizon. The water seemed to be moving in small waves; their sound almost a soothing lullaby.

She turned her neck to observe the room that she had been asleep in. It was small enough to fit an small zoo.

It was made from some crystalline substance that she was unfamiliar with, which resembled solid ice. She mused that it couldn't be ice, as the room was warm and comforting, and there was no water dripping.

She wasn't in a cave, either, because, the floor was lined with marble and there was a small, unlit chandelier dangling from the ceiling in the centre of the room. A rug was placed in the middle of the room, just below the chandelier. It seemed to be made of some shiny cloth, sparkling in a shade of pale blue.

The bed she was sleeping in wasn't bad, either. It was soft, bouncy and the blankets seemed to be of the same material as the rug, just lighter in weight and white. A white wardrobe, thrice the size of those she had back at her house, stood in the right corner of the room, and a bookshelf the same size was at the left corner.

A small dresser was placed beside the window. A fireplace, unlit, but plenty of logs in it, was on the opposite side of the bed. A large painting of an island adorned the wall above it. A door to the right of the window was probably the way outside and the other one on left of her bookshelf was probably the bathroom.

All in all, it was probably Heaven when experienced firsthand. It looked like a luxury room of some holiday resort.

She wasn't complaining.

It came as a surprise to her when a she heard a bark from the foot of the bed. She scrambled to her feet as she heard another. This time she saw the dog. Big, black and furry was the best description that popped into her mind after seeing it for the first time. If not for the tail wagging behind it to show that it was extremely pleased to see her, she would've been completely scared out of her wits by the dog. She realized she was wearing the same clothes in which she had died.

The dog merrily came near her and licked her hands which were balled into fists out of sudden fear. She was not dead, after all, it seemed. She was very much alive and breathing and stuck somewhere on some seashore, without a means of communicating to anyone, with people who possibly may not understand her language.

The bark seemed to have alerted the other ...residents, whoever they were, for moments later she heard footsteps and figures that rushed past her window and opened her door and were in the room before she could comprehend completely, what was happening, the chandelier started glowing a brilliant white and the room was revealed more clearly to her eyes, as were the people who had entered the room.

Three people had come in through the door. A girl, barely her age, with pale green eyes and wispy amber hair was standing near the door. She looked especially beautiful with the pale green chiton she had worn. Beside her was another boy, who looked her age, with brown hair and eyes, regarding her as if she was a lab rat trapped with a mad scientist.

Another girl, but with bright red wings, flaming red hair and warm brown eyes stood in front of her bed, carrying a tray with an assortment of fruits. The scene before her looked so surreal that she rubbed her eyes stupidly.

She regarded the girl curiously, before she heard a voice from the door. The girl in the chiton had spoken.

"Eat." She said, smiling warmly at her. She was for the first time aware how hungry she was and had not realized it with her mind being previously occupied. She was aware that she shouldn't be taking anything from stranger, but they looked nice and it wasn't as if they had tied her and bound her to the bed.

Hesitantly, she took a grape and ate it. It was so juicy and sweet that her tongue begged for more of its taste. She took another grape and another and didn't stop till there were none left. Then she plucked an apple and munched on it, relishing in the taste of the sweetest fruit she had tasted.

She heard the two near the door conversing in hushed voices.

"She is so sweet! I know she is the one!" the girl was saying, her excitement barely contained.

"Do you reckon she understands English? She didn't even reply when we talked." Said the boy.

"Oh hush, you! Why do you think she started eating when I told her to?"

"Well, if you place a plate of fruits in front of someone, the general idea would be that you were offering it to them. It was only natural that she started eating. She certainly isn't taught to have a fruit fight when she is presented with them!" the boy whisper yelled.

She looked up only when she had finished the apple and saw the girl with wings studying her with curious eyes.

"Stop that." She mumbled, wishing that the girl or fairy or whoever she was would look away; because she mused she looked as bad as a cactus right now. Her hair was probably tangled and messed and surely she was looking as if she had escaped from an asylum.

"Oh! She speaks English." Said the girl in front of her. She flopped herself beside her on the bed and launched into conversation in an excited voice.

"I'm Ella! It's so good to see that you can speak. We all thought you were dead, you know, when Mrs. O'Leary found you. Gods, you looked so pale! You had a nasty cut on your leg." Ella said gesturing to the bandage on her left leg. She hadn't really remembered that she was hurt anyway before she was reminded.

"Oh, it should be all healed by now, I guess." Ella continued. "Now..."

Ella was cut off by the boy speaking.

"Ella. Give your ramblings a rest. I'm sure she is tired and you still have a million questions, but please, if you will, call Perseus. Tell him she has awoken now, if you don't mind." He said with a gentle yet authoritive voice.

Ella mumbled something under her breath and walked out of the room, banging the door open and not closing it as she went.

"Sorry about her, she is a bit over enthusiastic." The other girl apologised.

She merely nodded in response.

"I'm Grover, by the way." The boy said and then gestured to the girl beside him. "She is Juniper. Now, you don't have any headaches, do you?"

There were no aches, but she was still feeling a bit dazed. She again saw that the two of them were eyeing her with curiosity again. She felt she was an alien specimen being regarded by curious onlookers. It was very disturbing, to say the least.

"Why are you staring at me like that? Even she was." She asked them, gesturing in the direction Ella had left, not even bothering to hide the curt tone in her voice.

"Oh, you can't blame Ella or any of us if we get too curious about you. You are only the fourth human we have met, you know, except Perce, but he is a special case." Said Juniper, smiling warmly.

Ok, now this was weird.

"Aren't you human as well?" she asked, doing her best to keep her tone from wavering due to the confusion.

This time it was the male that spoke- Grover, was his name perhaps.

"Oh, we aren't human. We are Nymphs and Ella is a harpy."

More confusion. She was unable to comprehend the words coming out the mouths of the two people who stood in front of her, high and proud, as if they had revealed some classified information meant only for officials.

"But you have met us before, humans, I mean." She said, feeling the need to draw out some answers fro them.

They could be pirates, playing with her mind or they could be even celebrating Halloween. Maybe she was having hallucinations. She better be dreaming, she mused, else she was going to have a hard time convincing the people that Harpies and Nymphs were myths. She knew it was going to be a hard job as they looked like they had taken their fancy dress seriously. They didn't look a bit as if they were off their rocker. They didn't look like their brains were replaced with nuts.

Oddly enough, the thought of having someone else to talk to was comforting. Even if the people here were crack cases, they could at least help to build a raft, boat, whatever. She would gladly pretend she was the Minotaur, if that meant preventing her life from being another Robinson Crusoe tale.

But where would she sail? She had woken up to find that she couldn't even recollect her name. How was she to know where to go? Home? Even the word seemed foreign, like a distant memory.

There was silence for a few moments. Then Juniper spoke.

"There were three others before you, humans, I mean. Girls. All different from each other. Hated it here the moment they set foot on the island. Wept to the Gods to help them find a way home. They broke him, our friend, Percy. Sailed back as soon as the raft arrived. They just waved goodbye from the distance."

It looked to her that it was good that Juniper stopped speaking when she did. Her eyes had started watering and she had a forlorn look on her face as if she'd like nothing more than to forget those memories.

Silence settled again. She could hear the wind outside picking up speed as it flew; the curtains in the room fluttering wildly.

By now she had grown more curious than afraid. They wouldn't hurt her, she was sure of it. Something about the vacant expression on Grover's face made her realize that.

And more than ever, she was dying to know the Percy fellow, the special someone who always seemed to find his way into their words.

She opened her mouth to speak, not only because she had questions, millions of them, but because she was utterly curious to know who Percy was.

But she didn't even seem to get the words out of her. She didn't need to. She noticed a shadow move outside the window. The door which Ella had slammed shut minutes ago, creaked open. A boy, seventeen years in age, probably eighteen, came in.

He was tall, had a lean built body and skin that was beautifully tanned. He wore a button down shirt, they prettiest blue in colour, over black shorts. He had dark black hair, messed up in an incredibly sexy way. Full pink lips that were below a cute nose accompanied by the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. All in all, he was a masterpiece.

His eyes, as green as the sea, stared at her with an amused twinkle in them, possibly because she was gaping at him as if she had seen a Greek God. He could have been; his form radiated power. She was suddenly aware of the hair that stood on the back of her neck and shivers that ran down her spine as she held his stare.

She watched as his eyes roamed over her form, growing well aware of the blush that was rising in her cheeks. Some emotion she couldn't identify flashed on his face and he shared a quick look with Grover. Juniper tried to say something, but the boy held up his hand and she closed her mouth almost instantly.

He looked at her again, and this time she felt much bolder than before, though she couldn't help the warmth spreading through her body as she gazed back at the boy before her.

Before she could blink, he offered her his best smile, so genuine and warm that she would've melted like chocolate if not for the hand he had offered with his smile. A hint of a smile played on her lips as she raised her hand and shook it, before the boy kissed it and let his lips linger their briefly before he straightened.

And he spoke. In a deep yet mild voice that had her insides squirming with warmth.

"I see that I haven't introduced myself properly, lady. I am Perseus, lord and master of the island."

It was as if a light had been switched on somewhere in her mind, and before she knew it she spoke in a very sensual voice that she couldn't believe had come from her mouth.

"Hello, sir. I am Annabeth, class one recruit at The Enchantress. Looking forward to please you."

And as if the sudden boldness in her voice was just the beginning, she winked at Perseus, relishing in the redness that had covered his cheeks as she rubbed slow circles with her thumb over his hand as she spoke.

But then it was gone, replaced by a pounding headache that forced her close her eyes as she let out a whimper of pain and fell back on the bed clutching her forehead. She paid no heed to the frightened whispers of her name as she drifted to oblivion seconds after her head hit the soft pillows.

But she saw it in her dreams again and again.

Him, whispering her name as he held her hand and stroked her hair.

Annabeth, she heard him say. And despite being deep asleep, she felt a smile form on her lips.

To Be Continued...