Annabeth was sitting in Percy's cabin, curled up under blanket that still smelled like him. She was wearing one of Percy's sweatshirts, and reading an archereeture book. To an outsider there appeard to be nothing wrong with the daughter of Athena,
but untell you look in her gray eyes, gray eyes that used to be happy and full of life, gray eyes that now were devoid of all life, all hope.

Annabeth was hungry so she decided to go get a snack when she stood up a paper fell out of her bent and picked it up, with a gasp escaping her lips,because on the paper was her name in Percy's messy writing. She stared at the note a smile appearing on her face and from that day on her gray eyes were filled with hope.
All because of six little words.

Happy birthday Annabeth!
Always love