This is a song-fic of "White Horse" by Taylor Swift. My take on Son of Neptune.

Nothing Is Ever Permanent

They search. Oh, how they search. Every state on the east coast is searched. New York, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, even as far down as Florida. Nothing. No trace of him. At all. Campers start to lose hope for finding their leader. And so they found a new one. She seemed perfect. Brave. Intelligent. She was by his side since the beginning. The Heroine of Olympus. Annabeth.

With this new initiation, Annabeth grew angry. She did not want to replace Percy as the camp was. She demanded to search the whole country (the whole world) if it meant she could find him. Chiron refused, stating that Olympus needed their architect, as it was still very damaged, He told her to wait and see how this plays out.

So she waited. And waited. And waited. Days, weeks, months past. Still no trace of him. Piper, Jason, and Leo complete their quest. She still waits, Just as she was about to lose hope, he comes.

A blond haired, gray eyed daughter of Athena races towards the commotion near the hill, the same hill that she saw every time she came back on her quests with him, where he is. When he comes into sight, she freezes. Everybody else glances nervously at her, anticipating an angry outburst that is surely to come.

But it does not. Annabeth simply storms out, refusing tears to fall. The Aphrodite girls glare at Percy for ruining their 'perfect couple' that he was once part of. Bewildered, Percy stares after Annabeth, a familiar face in his dreams.

Holding back tears, Annabeth perches on the edge of her bunk, head in her hands. She always thought Percy was permanent. His sweet, charming personality helped her fall in love with him. But again, someone leaves her. Again someone breaks her heart. Luke left her by his betrayal. Thalia left her by joining the Hunters. And now Percy. Later she finds out that that girl who stood under Percy's arm was a Minerva girl. Her own sister.

Nothing is ever permanent, she thinks.

Maybe, for her, it's true.

I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet Lead her up the stairwell

This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town I was a dreamer before you went and let me down Now it's too late for you and your white horse, to come around ~ White Horse, Taylor Swift