A/N: Hey so this is my first published fanfiction and I'm really nervous but oh well. I've read so many incredible fics and have always wanted to write one myself; see what I'm capable of. If you have any comments, critiques, suggestions, or criticism of any kind let me know by leaving a review :)

I wrote this story in my history class and forgot about it for a while (like 3-4 months) but I found it again and decided to publish it. I had a better idea of where I want this story to go at the time but I kinda forgot it, whoops.

I'm always open to suggestion and I'm always open to know how I can make this story better. I will always give credit where credit is due if I use a suggestion. Anyway, I really hope you like this fic so without further ado (whatever that actually even means lol)

Disclaimer: I do not take credit for the creation of any of the characters or settings you recognize from Rick Riordan's books.

Chapter 1

Annabeth POV

It was a quiet morning at Camp Half-Blood. A certain peace had settled among all the campers after the war with Gaea had been won and the primordial goddess has been sent back into her hopefully now eternal sleep.

Annabeth awoke that morning with a bucket of water being dumped on her head at 3 am. She grabbed her dagger and looked around her cabin bewildered. Her eyes landed on a snickering teenage boy at her window trying and failing, to contain his laughter. She glared daggers at the boy she recognized as one of the best pranksters at camp… and also the love of her life.

She put her knife down on her nightstand and continued to glare daggers at the stupid boy as she stalked over to the window and slammed it shut, causing Malcolm to stir and causing that idiotic chortling boy at the window to fall backward, startled… he stopped laughing for a mere few seconds, only long enough to let an "Oomf" escape his mouth… then he began laughing again… even more now.

She crossed her arms and continued to glare daggers at him. The person on the receiving end of those dagger-eyes slowly stopped laughing and wiped a tear from his eye. He cleared his throat and stood up from the ground with his hands shoved in his pockets. He kept looking everywhere but Annabeth's eyes. Realizing she was not going to say anything without his eye contact, he slowly looked up from the ground and met her eyes. Her beautiful, but right now terrifying, stormy grey eyes. Seeing as she was seething with annoyance and that she couldn't hear through the still closed window, he nodded his head to the side; an indication for Annabeth to meet him out front of the Athena cabin.

She made no indication that she understood, she just swiftly turned on her heels and walked briskly to the door, hoping to avoid any sort of confrontation with any of her step-siblings. Unfortunately, most demigods, especially ones named Annabeth Chase, don't have the best of luck. Just as she reached the edge of the room, almost reaching the cabin door unnoticed, Maximos, a 5-year-old who had just come to camp a few days ago, tugged on the bottom of Annabeth's pajama pants. Annabeth looked down at him,

"I h-had a-a n-nightmare," He said looking down with a quivering lip. "W-will you s-stay with me?" He finished, looking back up with puppy dog eyes.

She just couldn't refuse… she remembered how she herself felt at age 7 with the nightmares… this little boy is 2 years younger than she was. She quickly let the glare plastered on her face melt away and soften into a slight but kind smile.

"Sure thing kiddo," she replied as she picked up little Max up in her arms.

He wrapped his arms around her neck as she carried him over to his bunk, right below a sleeping Antinet.

After about 10 minutes Annabeth got Maximos to fall asleep. She then got up to walk away and confront the prankster she got awoken by this morning outside her cabin. She saw Maximos toss and turn so she went over and whispered something in his ear; something she knew would help him feel safe, even with his nightmares. She leaned back and stood up straight and grinned as a small smile graced the 5-year-old's face…

This is how things should be she thought.

Remembering why she was even awake, she furrowed her brows once more and turned sharply towards the cabin door glaring. She swiftly started marching towards it with her hands in fists straight down at her sides. She threw the cabin door open and marched outside into the cool air, almost slamming the door behind her before remembering that she would probably wake up her step-siblings in the process. She continued her fierce march down the cabin steps and stood at the bottom with her arms crossed and foot tapping, wondering where in Hades that boy was.

Out of seemingly nowhere, another bucket of water, feeling colder this time, was dumped on Annabeth again; completely drenching her head to toe.

Annabeth stomped her foot and screamed as he jumped down from where he was perched, landing in a squatting position. She glared daggers at him once again. Only this time, her eyes weren't the only daggers visible as she launched her dagger forward at him after he landed, slicing his upper bicep.

As soon as she saw the blood dripping from his wound her hands flew up to cover her mouth as she gasped with wide eyes. She lurched forward and grabbed his arm, staring at it.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Oh, my gods, I'm so so sorry." she frantically whispered, not taking her eyes off of his bicep.

"Hey, Annabeth. Hey, hey, hey." He lifted his hand, the one attached to the arm that was not bleeding, and used a single finger to lift up her chin so she would meet his eyes. He looked into her teary eyes.

"It's okay," he soothed. "It's just a little cut."

Meanwhile, a pool of blood was forming on the ground between himself and Annabeth.

"No it's not," Annabeth whimpered. "I got so mad I threw a dagger at you! What if I hit your chest? Or your throat? Or your face? Or your stomach? Or in your leg, hitting the artery? Or what if-"

"But you didn't," he cut her off, effectively stopping her rant.

"But I could have!" she argued.

"But. You. Didn't." he said sternly, looking her dead in the eyes.

"I just need to go see Will and then I'll be fine," he said regaining his laid-back composure. He gave her one of his famous crooked grins… kind of reminds her of-NO… don't think of him. He's gone… he left her for a quest with Thalia, her best friend, and Artemis.

"Okay," she replied softly, trying to forget that sea green-eyed and raven-haired boy that left her all alone, standing atop half-blood hill.

A/N: Welp that was chapter 1! I always kinda hated when authors posted short chapters but it's the first one just to get interests up I guess...

Sorry that Percy wasn't in this chapter, he'll either be in the second or third one!

So like I said this is my first published fanfiction and I HAD a pretty good idea of where I wanted this story to go but kinda forgot in the like 3-4 month span in which I forgot about this story.

Let me know what you think so far and if I should continue or not. As I said, I'm always open to suggestion and I'm always open to know how I can make this story better.

Byeee :)