Hope you like this three-part drabble story. Each of the three chapters focus on how Percy's opinion of Annabeth changed.
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As Went she From Pretty, to Cute, to Beautiful…
The day-more like night-he had first laid eyes on her was a night or distress, loss, and pain.
For, he had just defeated the Minotaur.
He had just lost his mother. He thought she had been killed by the same Minotaur.
He was weak and felt like his soul had been sucked out. He felt numb from the antics of just a few minutes ago. The extra weight that carrying a distorted Grover provided only made things worse.
He had made it passed the camp borders, crying and calling for his mother, persevering and kept as strong a hold on Grover as he could and walked towards what was a big farmhouse with the lights on.
He felt wretched. Like he might as well have died, along with his mother, his mother was his life, so without her… Wouldn't he be dead on the inside?
He drew closer to the big house; he grew weaker and weaker with each step. He felt like his energy was being drained from him like water from a colander.
He ended up collapsing on the houses wooden porch, becoming aware on the fact he was losing conscious. His eyesight was blackening. But he focused as best he could on the two figures in front of him, a stern-faced man and a girl with blonde curls like a princess.
And even with everything that had happened that night…
He still couldn't help but notice how pretty she was.