The One
Nope. Still not Rick Riordan. One day though…
Please, please, PLEASE read and review. This is my second attempt at fanfiction, so try not to roast me alive though. I really need some constructive criticism. I'm considering expanding it into a series of oneshots/poems about Annabeth's POV on all the prophecies. Tell me what you think!
Love, Annabeth16Chase
I can't believe I thought he was the one.
I mean, sure, maybe he isn't as powerless as we all thought. Poseidon did claim him and he certainly has the water-thing working for him. But the person in the prophecy? Hardly. He's so oblivious and well…sons of Poseidon aren't really known for being bright.
But I guess that kind of works in my favor. He obviously needs me on this quest. He wouldn't be able to make it a day without me. He isn't exactly the ideal person to go on a quest with. But at this point, I don't really care who I'm with. I just have to get out there into the real world. It's the only way to know if all my training has been for nothing. I've been stuck at camp for so long…I need to prove myself. Thalia had her chance and Luke had his quest. It's my turn.
I don't care if it isn't my prophecy or my quest. He said, "She said…I would go west and face a god who has turned. I would retrieve what was stolen and see it safely returned." That was good; we would succeed. However, he had obviously been holding something back. That scares me. I wonder if the oracle said something horrible, like one of us would die. I can take care of myself, and even if I do die, it's not the worst thing to die on a quest. Better die fighting than never fight at all. I'm not so sure if I can keep stupid sea-boy alive. And if he dies…the quest is over and I may never get my chance. And I need this chance so badly.
We've got to succeed on this quest. I've got to prove to everyone- and to myself- that I can make a difference.
I still can't believe I thought he was the one.