Annabeth Chase stood on the ruined Olympus looking down at the corpse of her dead love, Luke Castellan. She couldn't believe he'd stabbed himself. Warm tears ran down her cheeks. She couldn't believe Percy had given him the knife in the first place. Gods he was such a Seaweed Brain. This was his fault. She sunk to to her knees, covering her face and sobbed uncontrollably and very aware of all the eyes watching her.
When she got back to Camp Half Blood she went directly to Cabin 6. She sat at her desk and pulled out paper and pencil. She thought and wrote nonstop. Percy tried to coax her into going down to canoe, but she yelled at him to leave. After about an hour, Annabeth decided to go to bed.
In the morning, Annabeth's half brother found the paper. He looked towards her bed, then let out a sigh. She was still asleep. He read it. It was titled My Superman.
My Superman was brave
He was there when I needed him.
My Superman was kind
He was strong
My Superman never gave up
He was heroic
My Superman died to save Olympus
My Superman was Luke Castellan
Malcolm put the paper down. It took a lot to break Annabeth. She stirred in her bed and Malcolm left. It was going to take a lot to help Annabeth get over her Superman.