Disclaimer: Rick Riordan owns and created The Percy Jackson series! I am only doing this for my own entertainment and practice.

Author's Note: I'm probably going to update later this week but I hope the beginning wasn't too slow. Anyways Please read and review!=D And hope you all like this.

Summary:

I never really thought much about destiny, but I'm apparently destined to defeat some big bad titan named Kronos. Yes, I don't know him either but the people around me, a.k.a. "the heroes of Mount Something-"

"MOUNT OLYMPUS! How could you keep forgetting the name?" screamed the Goatboy.

"Yeh, that. Anyways, here I am, telling you my story about how I sav—"

"You? Excuse me but don't get so cocky Oh-so-smart-girl."

"You know what! Just read the damn story because I need to go kick the Seaweed Brain."

Chapter 01:

Ever since I could remember, I had always found a way to build things from almost anything I put my hand to. I would take a picture from a magazine and ask my parents for some money so I could buy the materials myself. What surprised many people whenever I tell them how I built my structures was not how it was made, but the range of mediums I have forced myself to use. Over the years, these materials have ranged from crayons to toothpicks; even broken CDs and recycled bottles. Despite the fact that it would end up taking me at least a day to construct, building things has always been something I loved from day one. As I grew up, my hobby has manifested itself into a skill and has now become a dream. A dream, where I, Annabeth Chase, will build something so grand that everyone would stare at my work in awe. They would forget their names and they would in turn, forget everything else around them. It shall be written in the books and remembered throughout history. This… this was my dream. With my fascination of building things, it was only right that I become an architect. Or, so I thought.

Now here I am, outside and lost in the series of wonderful buildings of my dream university, MIT. All because of what? A mysterious flat tire and a broken brick wall. Along the way to school, the bus I was on hit something hard, which caused it to swerve to a corner of a bank. Surprisingly, no one was hurt too badly considering that the bus had broken through the infrastructure of the bank's building. The bus was a mess but at least everyone was safe. Crowds of people began to form around the bus and bank while a few people came in to check if everyone else was fine. I checked to see if I was alright and decided to sneak away from the people. As shocked as I was, I needed to get to the university. I'm already in debt with the bank loans so I needed to do my best with the rest of my school years. In other words, to avoid being late on my first day of school, I ran for it. I ran for the rest of the 30 minute "ride". Thank god I was a trained athlete in my high school years.

Although, I won't lie, I'm still stunned about what had happened with the bus. It wasn't normal, but I ignored this as soon as I looked at my watch and gasped in horror. It was 8:30 am and I am already late for my 8:20 class on my first day. Sighing, I just looked for a building to ask someone who might know where my class is. This school is too big that it felt like I was inside a small city.

Instinctively, I grabbed the necklace on my neck and twirled it around my fingers. It was a habit when I didn't know what else to do. I picked it up when I was young, before my mother died. She had given me this necklace as an heirloom before she went to sleep forever… I still remember her exact words despite the fact that it had been over 3 years ago.

"Annabeth, come here" the frail woman in front of me grabbed my hand as I took my last steps in front of her.

She looked so old. Too old for a woman who was too young to face the inevitable. Too young to die in the hands of god. Why must she be taken away? My mother of all people… Just thinking about all this is making me mad but I knew that I shouldn't because she will be in a happier place… yet I still managed to say "it's unfair".

She only smiled at me and hugged me as much as possible. She tightened her grip around my shoulders as we both wept. The doctor had already told us that it was too late; that the radiation was not working and her condition has already gotten worst. My father kept askin—no, he kept begging for the doctor in tears to find an alternative but he only said to "prepare ourselves". Prepare ourselves? Prepare ourselves! For what? For the death of my own mother who I can't even save. How do you prepare yourself from that…

Wiping away the least of my tears, I looked her straight in her watery eyes. They were filled with so much life that it was hard to believe that she's suppose to be dying. If people didn't see her in the state she was in, they would think she was just a normal person with a normal life and would never think for a minute that she was ill. Yet here she is, hugging the life out of her own daughter. She seemed to be in so much pain all the time but she always found a way to hide it beneath her bright smile. A smile that she is giving me now.

My eyes brimmed with tears once again as she took my hand into hers. "My dear Annabeth… This," she said as she took off the necklace on her neck and handing it to me, "this was given to me by my mother and given to her by her own mother. It was a present from your great grandfather. Take it and wear it at all times… Twirl it around your fingers during your most stressful moments and it shall give. Pray for the gods and I assure you, help shall come."

It was a golden coin with a picture of a man with curly hair and a bow and arrow on one side and on the other, was a large eye with the sun in the background. The artwork on the coin was exquisite and was nothing like I've ever seen before. Everything about it seemed to pop out. As for the golden chain, it went through a small hole just below the borders of its edge.

I just looked from the necklace to her, puzzled by what she had told me. I was about to question her some more until my dad came in. From there we began to talk about other things and smiled, making every minute and every second count. We talked about work, school, my infamous buildings, and even about the boy I used to a crush on. It just became one of those family moments where we couldn't help but laugh and tease each other about the past and present. It was perfect; even though it was only for a little while.

By the time we were finished, it was nightfall and the moonlight was dancing with the twinkling stars. My mother noticed me looking out into the window and suddenly said, "Annabeth, you look tired. Go to sleep now and you can show me the rest of your buildings later when you and I wake up."

I wanted to argue but instead, I only nodded my head in agreement because my body couldn't take it anymore. I've stayed up for 3 whole days watching over her. Who would've known that the day I gave in to my fatigue was the moment I will always regret. Taking my hands into hers, she smiled down at me as I laid my head on the side of her bed and she watched as I fell asleep. By the time I woke up, she was gone. I waited for her eyes to flutter open, but she never did. She slept, in her eternal slumber.

My eyes should've been open till the end. Instead, they gave in and she was gone. We could have talked more; about anything. What I would do just to see her smile once again; just to see that she was happy. But dwelling in the past never did anyone any good. So I turned away from those memories and tucked them away in a box and walked on with my life.

After looking around a bit more, I finally found someone who knew where my first class was. As I walked on a stoned path, I suddenly thought of how alone I am. I always had the general idea that university would be such a crowded place all day long, but MIT was completely different at this hour. It was utterly deserted at around this time of day. There was barely anyone around.

I continued to walk even though I got this nagging feeling in my chest that kept telling me something wasn't right. And that's when I heard footsteps behind me. I took out my Ipod from my pocket and plugged my ears as I walked. I didn't turn it on but I kept looking at the reflection as I hastened my steps.

They were three tall, buff men who looked at least 25. They didn't carry a backpack or any books. Instead they wore tight shirts that showed their muscles and blue jeans and a black belt. They had black cowboy boots that did not fit well with their outfit. They also had the same military hair-cut and if I'm not mistaken, they all had the same faces. Triplets or not, I decided to play a little game. If I stopped and they did the same, that's strike one. If I turned and they turned, that's strike two. If I ran and they ran, that's strike three. And they did all that. So, I ran for my life.

Who knew that my first day would be so "eventful".