This story is a rewrite for my previous story, "10 Years Later". It took me a year to finally realize it was terribly written therefore this was made. Yes, it has a twist versus the other story. I wrote the original before The Last Olympian, so it was acceptable for Percy to become a god. Now however, I'd love to keep it straight to the books. Longer chapters will be updated in the future for sure! I hope you all enjoy, and I would very much appreciate feedback. And of course, flames are accepted!
Chapter One
Sad, Dark, and Empty…
Sad.
Dark.
Empty.
Her world was over. He was gone. The man, who had been with her since their adolescence, was gone. She sat there on that vacant bed, the one that he'd last slept in. The one that had never been made ruffled and wrinkled.
Annabeth held herself, rocking back and forth for what felt like forever. The room was now just a grave reminder of what had been…what could've been. No one would ever own that cabin again. Chiron had assured her of that, in memory of her dear Percy…
She recalled her last memory of him.
The gloomy battlefield resembled that off a barren wasteland in the middle ages. The setting itself was gloomy, and painted with a maroon coating of fresh blood.
But perhaps the worst tragedy was the man lying in the dead grass. Percy, the man who would never see his child was living out his last breaths. So much for a happy ending, Perseus.
His love was crouched beside him, stroking his jet-black hair, staring into his entrancing sea green eyes. Percy was at peace, content with his choices in his short life. He saw her out of the corner of his eye.
"Take good care to both of you for me," he whispered. She nodded, unable to speak through her silent sobs. "Do not cry, fore I am satisfied with my life…you were the best part. Now, let what will be ours be the best part of yours. I was enchanted to meet you1, Annabeth Chase."
Releasing a final gasp of air, he exhaled. And then…Perseus Jackson was gone.
Annabeth refused to bring back the conversation, which was longer than what she was thinking about…
Getting up, shaking slowly, she waddled out of the Poseidon Cabin. Rather, the Perseus Cabin.
Sad.
Dark.
Empty.
Three words describing her current life…as she sat on the dock at the Lake, looking up at the vanilla twilight2, Annabeth wished she could go back in time to that first kiss. She missed her dear Percy.
1 This is a lyric from Taylor Swift's Enchanted. © 2010 Big Machine Records
2 Song title, Vanilla Twilight © 2010 Universal Republic Records, a division of UMG Recordings, Inc.