Hi, everyone! So, this is my first fanfiction, so I hope you guys enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Percy Jackson and the Olympians OR Heroes of Olympus.
Prologue
A dark figure melted out of the shadows. The dusky dawn sun outlined it's tall shape. The way the figure's head was tilted, and the way it was walking deliberately but anxiously towards a small hill, it could only be a demigod. The demigod climbed silently up to the crest of the hill, and placed her hand carefully on the bark of a tall pine tree with branches seemed to glow. A light breeze blew her dark hair away from her face, to reveal twin piercing green eyes that reflected in the fading moonlight.
"I'm here." She breathed, "I'm finally here."
The Arrival
Annabeth's POV:
It had been too long since she had last seen Percy's face. She missed him too much. She thought she would burn up from the pain of her loss.
Stressed, she left her cabin and went for a walk to clear her head. Chiron cantered up to her.
"Annabeth, you should not strain yourself like this," he said softly.
She shook her head. Chiron was like a father to her, but even he could not know the pain she felt. For SIX MONTHS she had been searching for a trace of Percy. How COULD she not miss him!?, she thought. At least with the arrival of Jason, the Roman demigod, a lot of things had been cleared up. They would be setting sail for San Francisco in two days. Annabeth knew she should be excited, but it had taken too long. Gaea wouldn't wait for them on her plot to take over the world.
"I just miss him so much! Why did Hera have to take him away? I thought the war was over!" she wailed.
Chiron put his hand on her shoulder. "It is over. But the prophecy of the Seven has been brought upon us. The Second Great Prophecy has to be full-filled."
Annabeth rolled her eyes. Despite all that had happened, Chiron still sounded like some ancient bearded professor from the 1700s. In a way he was, she thought, smiling slightly, but quickly became gloomy and tired once more. Nothing had been amusing for her for the past six months without Percy.
He had always been the one who made her laugh, she thought painfully.
She was jerked out of her thoughts by a commotion on the hill.
"Chiron! Chiron!" Travis-or was it Connor?-was running towards them. "New camper!"
Travis-or-Connor seemed excited, and Annabeth was half-hoping that a sign had come from Percy, and was slightly disappointed to hear that it was just another camper.
Ever since the Second Titan War, satyrs all over the US had been finding more and more demigods.
"Woah, woah. Calm down, Travis," Chiron assured him, "No one's gonna warn the new camper about your pranks. Yet."
So it was Travis after all, she mused.
"It's not that, Chiron!" Travis was practically yelling now. "She looks, well, unsurprised! She's actually asking for you to come!"
Annabeth frowned. Unless this was one very special demigod...
Shrugging, she followed Chiron up the shallow slope leading to the top of the hill.
Chiron was already there when she finally reached the top. It was nearly mid-day, and the sun's heat, breaking through the clouds, stretched down on her from afar.
A crowd had already gathered, and Annabeth pushed her way to the center of it all. There was a girl. Maybe Annabeth's age, and her height, too. She had straight black-brown hair, with streaks of silver fringed around her bangs, which were as long as her hair.
But her eyes...her eyes...they were a piercing sea-green, and scanning the crowd for something...or someone. Annabeth froze on the spot. This girl looked just like Percy.
Chiron had stopped, and was staring, with his eyes wide, as if he'd seen her before.
Slowly the girl looked up, and spoke.
"I am Cynthia Starwell, daughter of Poseidon, and I have come here to help you."
Hope you guys enjoyed that! I will be posting a whole journey from here, to the Doors of Death, from different characters' points of view! :D
If you have any ideas, please tell me.
