A/N: Hey! I just wanted you guys to know that I have very bad writing skills so... yeah. Well, I did this for my longing for Percabeth aka for fun. Review if you want the next chapter because I already have it.(Yes, I know it's short :P) Enjoy reading!
Disclaimer: Do I seriously have to write this? I'm a girl so I'm definitely NOT Uncle Rick nor do I come close to his magical talent with words.
Darkness loomed over the green-eyed boy. The ghost of Annabeth's hand felt like needles pricking his own. Worry took over Percy. Where is she?
"Annabeth?" he called out.
"Percy! Thank the gods. I'm trapped! Uhh.. Just follow my voice." It was Annabeth. Her tone sounded reassuring so why hadn't he felt reassured? He sought out the way her voice was coming from, none the less. Just keep walking, Percy. Just keep walking. At that, he saw her.
"Annabeth? Is that you?"
"I have been waiting for you, my dear boy." she had said. There was something completely wrong about her. Her voice was hers. She looked like her, too, but she wasn't his Annabeth. Metal gleamed; it was a knife.
"Jackson! Help me kill that- that thing." Now THAT was his Annabeth. They hadn't noticed her be freed. The lady that was a damsel in distress a few moments ago was now a full-blown warrior. Percy held the creature by it's throat but it was much too quick. It had slipped off Percy's grip. Acting fast, it pierced it's knife through the girl.
"NO! What have you done?!" he whimpered, kneeling by the lifeless, bleeding body. He held her hand.
"Annabeth! Stay with me, wise girl! Stay with me." he cried.
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