A/N: Hey guys! I am starting a new story and its going to be fairytale themed. So if you want a lot of Percabeth and possibly Jiper fluff this is the place to be! Thanks!

Annabeth Chase lived in the small town of Rosenville. The town was nearly forgotten. They had no internet connection or phones so the villagers surrendered to the old ways. Living in the town was like living in medieval times. The only difference is the townspeople did not build the village… they found it. They simply repaired cottages and built wells. There was cobblestone streets and no running water. The building were small and the only huge structure was the library.

This library dominated the village. It was almost built like a small castle. With towers and huge doors the library was in surprisingly good shape. When Rosenville was first found the villagers broke down the doors of the library which were sealed shut. As they stumbled in, they were in for a big surprise.

The huge hall was stuffed with shelves full of dusty old books. The shelves formed mazes and brave people explored them, mapping them out. But even after 50 years of exploring the library… they never found a way to any other rooms and the project was quickly abandoned. Thats where Annabeth Chase comes in.

Annabeth Chase was an incredibly skilled reader. When she was born in a town near Rosenville in 1993, her parents cared for her lovingly but when Annabeth was four her mom, Athena, fell horribly sick. Annabeth's father, Frederick Chase, sought far and wide for a cure, but none were found. On a particularly stormy night on November 16, 1997, Athena fell into a coma. Annabeth had heard that her father didn't eat or sleep for two days. He stayed by his wife's side until the very end.

Athena died on November 17, 1997. It took Frederick years to recover and marry again. He married Annabeth's step mom when Annabeth was six. Annabeth suffered under her step mom. She was ignored and her step brothers were pampered. Frederick had retreated to his office and never came out after six months of this. Annabeth, curious, went into his office and found her father lying on the ground, a bullet through his heart, the gun still clutched in his hand. Annabeth ran to tell her stepmother but was ignored. That night, Annabeth ran away. She packed whatever food she could gather and drank from the stream she followed. After being in the wilderness for a week she stumbled, half frozen, into Rosenville. The villagers excepted her into their town and quickly grew fond of her.

Her story continues as she discovered her incredible ability to read forty times faster than the average human. Annabeth worked her way through the books in the library… which she discovered only a sixteenth were in english.

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This is where our story starts

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At about age 18 she decided to explore the library in search for more books. Instead of finding more shelves she found a book. It was old and tattered and not exactly a book. When she tried to pull it out, with a soft woosh a small section flipped out like a doorway. Instead of a normal sized door, it was just big enough for her to crouch through.

When she got through she arrived in a room full of dust and cobwebs. Annabeth shuddered and kept moving foreword until she came across a elaborate spiral staircase slightly hidden in the corner of the room.

Trying, and failing, to avoid cobwebs, she crept up the almost 50 ft tall staircase. It creaked, but held. When Annabeth reached the top she stopped. In her way was a wooden door. It had a old piece of paper pinned to it. The paper read:

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Dearest Finder,

You have been brave enough to travel through the library and up the staircase. You will be rewarded. I know I will have passed away by the time anyone reads this, but I have done my best to make sure you were comfortable in your new home,

Thank you

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Annabeth felt a flutter of excitement in her chest and eagerly, she pushed open the door. Her eyes widened at the sight.

It was a circular room with huge windows facing the town, yet nobody could see them because it was simply to far up. The floor was wooden and there was yet another staircase leading up even higher.

Annabeth glanced around the room again, taking it all in. There was three huge dirty glass windows with soft white curtains… slightly translucent. On the opposite side of the room, near the staircase, there was a gorgeously carved wooded table. On it sat a gramophone with a huge brass bell shaped like a flower. Dusty records were sitting near it.

Annabeth smiled and with a grin, flew up the staircase to the next level.

On the next level there was a thick blue carpet, a set of doors, three more huge windows, and a gigantic bed. By the three windows sat a writing desk and chair with a huge cushion facing towards the window so one could work while watching the town. Annabeth bounced over to the bed and sat on it. With a laugh she sank deep into the mattress. The comforter was fluffy and heavy, yet the sheets underneath were soft and silky.

Annabeth got off the bed and cautiously opened the door. She laughed in delight at the sight that awaited her. The room was about the size of a small bedroom and stuffed with garments of all kinds. For a girl who experienced so little joy, this was paradise.

She laughed which glee and sprinted out of the room, then stopped. She looked at the windows at floor, then shook her head.

"You need to be cleaned," she told them disapprovingly, then raced off the find some water and a broom.

Annabeth found the broom easily but she had to go down to the town to find water. She shuddered, Annabeth hated going out, she was teased by the other girls her age. She had no shoes, no coat, and no fine dresses. Her hair was a tangled mess and her legs covered in dirt. Wait… she did have clothes! Annabeth grinned again and rushed upstairs, broom in hand.

As she stood upstairs, about to reach the closet, she noticed a different set of doors. Unable to contain her curiosity, she found yet another staircase.

Annabeth walked carefully up this staircase but when she got to the top, a mixture of joy and confusion could be seen in her eyes. There was a glass tub with something metal with holes above it. There was also a handle attached to the wall and small holes in the bottom of the tub. There was a ladder with a trapdoor above it near a corner of the room.

Annabeth climbed up the ladder and pushed through the trapdoor, than shrieked when she found out where she was… she was on top of the library! She looked to the left of her and found a huge place in the room was sunk into a pool. It was also filled with water! Annabeth poked a finger into the water and it was warm. Her brilliant mind when to work at once. 'It rained last night, so I'll bet anything this is where it all drained. Yes, yes… I see how enforced it is, so no water gets into the room below. Then the sun heated it!' she thought.

At once she headed back down to the room below and realizing she still had her broom, she swept the tiles until they were clean! Then she pulled back thick sheets of dark fabric, and as she suspected they hid huge windows… but these ones were stained glass.

As happy as she had ever been, she stripped off her clothes and covered the holes in the bathtub, then pulled the handle on the wall. Then using a small piece of her skirt, she tied it to a piece of wood jutting out below it. Annabeth then turned to the tub and was delighted to see it it about halfway full of hot water. In about five minutes it was full and she untied the fabric from the handle but hung it on the wood below for later use.

With one last smile she sank into the hat water, taking her first bath in years.

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With her bath done, (she even got to use beautifully smelling soap she found in a cabinet) she wrapped herself in a soft towel she found in the same cabinet as the soaps, and headed downstairs to her closet. In her hand that was not keeping her towel up she held a bucket filled with water, a rag in it, and her broom resting on top of it. She set the bucket and broom down on her thick blue carpet, then raced into the closet.

The closet was filled with the most amazing clothes, yet all Annabeth was looking for was a simple dress and a pair of nice shoes.

Thirty minutes later she found what she was looking for. She emerged from the closet wearing a simple blue dress that went down to her feet with a thin leather rope around her waist, tied loosely on the side. Her sleeves went down to her hips.

Annabeth grabbed the bucket again and her broom in her other hand and dashed downstairs to clean.

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Annabeth collapsed onto her bed. Four hours, thats how long it took to clean all the windows and floors. When she thumped onto her bed, however, something else went thump, too.

Curiosity blossomed inside of her and she practically fell off her bed in eagerness to look under her bed.

There was a huge trunk and when she pulled it out and tried to lift it, but it wouldn't lift. She then opened the lid and discovered a book.

She lifted the book onto her bed, then hopped onto her bed beside it. The title said: Fairytales.

Annabeth didn't know what a fairytale was but it sounded interesting. She opened the huge cover of the book and began to read.

A/N: Did you like it? Please review! I need feedback! Thanks! Also, if you're into all of the seven read Hogwarts? What? please. Its my other story which I will keep updating by the way. Happy Holidays! ~ shewhomustnotbenamed73029375