Annabeth wasn't safe. She could feel it.
Percy had tried to convince her not to leave the house that morning. Now she found herself wishing that she had just listened to him.
"I have a bad feeling about this, Wise Girl."
"Percy, it's a plane. You're a son of Poseidon. Of course you do."
"No, I really do."
The plane was malfunctioning. One of the engines had shut down. The mortals around her were panicking, going on about how they didn't want to die, how they weren't ready, how they felt sorry for themselves.
But Annabeth's only thought was Percy.
She had hugged and kissed him goodbye that morning, said "I love you," and said "Goodnight, I love you," the night before, kissing him then, too.
But she still found regret.
Her little sister Laura sat beside her, shaking with fear. Also a daughter of Athena, she was more level headed than all of the other seven year olds on the plane. But even she was too fearful to function properly.
"Annabeth?" she asked. "What's going to happen?"
Annabeth couldn't bring herself to lie, or answer, for that matter. But she knew. We're going to die.
Annabeth swallowed the lump in her throat. She would never say "Goodnight," or "I love you," to Percy ever again. She wouldn't ever hold his hand, call him hopeless, or call him Seaweed Brain.
The ground began to spin up towards the passengers at an alarming rate. The mortals screamed even louder. A baby wailed. The glass shattered.
Percy, she thought. I'm so sorry.
She took Laura's quaking hand, and her little sister looked up at her, her face wet with tears. Annabeth covered Laura's eyes, and squeezed her own shut tight.
"Don't look!"
This is one of the first fanfictions I ever wrote. I decided to just post it for the heck of it, you know? This IS multi-chapter, three to be exact. It doesn't end all sad and I-wanna-punch-Wisdom's-Daughter-in-the-face like. I don't write like that, and I like my face. So please click that blue button below!
~Wisdom's Daughter Alone