New story 'cause I felt like it. I was getting tired of Accidentally Gender Swapped. But that doesn't mean I'm going to quit it. It's just I'm not in the mood for it. I got this story out of my mind because I went to a lake.
-LadySwirlz
Annabeth (7 years old) POV
I see fire. The orange flames engulfed my house in a huge bite. A tear from my cheek tumbled down unwillingly. This is it. My home was gone. I watched the flames burn down the trees, my Lexus car and my treehouse. I sobbed into my mother's waist and hugged her tightly. "I-It's okay Annabeth," mother tried to reassure me but it sounded sad and heartbroken. We were currently standing on Cranberry Road. My road. My home. I sobbed even harder into her waist as she pulled me away from the destruction. By now, all the wood, bricks, grass were gone. Everything is gone. My toys, my bed, my clothes. We were homeless people, forever depressed and unhappy.
I didn't know what happened. How the house was a giant campfire. I knew my parents would never try to burn it down. Everyone I know wouldn't do that. But who would? "Curse you, Hephaustus!" I looked up to the midnight sky angrily. "Shhh, Annabeth. Don't blame him. These are just accidents," my father, who walked beside me, said. "We should get going to the police. They will find us shelter. Maybe even call Granny to get us." I nodded simply, tears spilling onto me and mother's shirt. We walked away, the fire fading away into the darkness's hand. We trudged on, not looking back into despair. I sighed dramatically.
We were trying to find shelter for the night. There was a garbage trash nearby, with a few boxes lying around aimlessly. I heard my father sigh loudly as he reached out for a giant one that I could fit in. "Annabeth," he trying to sound calm. "Get inside here. We'll protect you from anyone. We lost our home. But we don't want to lose our daughter too." I nodded obediently and whispered, "Okay." I crawled into the box and lied down. I closed my eyes shut. Still seeing the flames in my eyes. I whimpered, my lips trembling. No Annabeth. Be strong. Don't let this get to you, a voice whispered into my ear. My eyes shot up instantly. "Mother? Where are you?" I crawled out of my box and saw my mother and father in each other's arms, whispering to each other. I sighed in relief and climbed back in. I tried to sleep on the bumpy box but I just couldn't. It was because it was uncomfortable, it was because of the pain wrenching in my heart.
I felt someone put a cloth over my body and a pillow like thing under my head. I heard sirens ringing loudly, loud voices screaming. My brain switched off and I faded into nothingness.
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"She has to let go, Fredrick," someone said wisely. "Athena, bu-"
"No buts. We must let her go. Destiny will await her in another time and place. She must learn and develop herself. Though, I do have someone who can keep her sheltered," Athena's voice snapped back. There was a grim silence. I heard someone let out a breathe. "Okay..." I could just feel the other person smile proudly. "Do we still remove her memories?"
"Yes... Fredrick, I know it's hard to see our little girl go, but we have to do whats best." I heard footsteps coming towards me. I tried to open my eyes but they were stuck in place. "No!" I yelled, forcefully opening my eyes. "You can't! You can't erase who I am!" I was now sitting up, what looks like a hospital bed. "Honey, lie down now. We'll handle this," my mother said, holding up a needle. Before it could reach me, I dodged quickly and fell off the bed. What I saw, wasn't my mother and father. They were demons! Demons I say! I felt betrayed as I sped out of the room.
"Get her! Now!" her voice yelled at Fredrick. I could hear footsteps chasing after me, which only made me run even faster. "Psst! Over here!" a boy's voice yelled urgently. I listened and went to hide behind the wall. The person's voice was exactly a boy's voice. He had wind swept raven hair and the most beautiful sea-green eyes I've ever seen in my life. "They're gone," he whispered. He looked around eight years old. My heart was pounding, not just because of the adrenanline but from the closeness I was with the boy.
"Who are you?" I cocked my head. He just smiled at me, showing two dimples on his cheek. My heart started beating faster, my face turning hot. "I'm Percy, Percy Jackson," he replied. "I've got so much things to explain to you... So much..."
"What do you mean?" I ask. He just shook his head grinned, "Another time. But I will always be watching you. Guiding you. Teaching you." And with a snap of his fingers, he disappeared into thin air, leaving salt water blowing everywhere. I stared at the spot he was standing, in awe. How? How did he just appear? What does he mean by 'so much things to explain to you'? I was just so confused for a seven year old.
"Annabeth!" Someone called, and I knew it wasn't my mother or father. It sounded old but also sounded loving. "Annabeth!" the voice called again. It sounded like... Granny's! "Granny?! Where are you?"
"I'm over here , darling!" Granny's voice echoed from an entrance into the hospital. I turned around swiftly and ran towards her. Tears once again tumbling down my cheeks. They weren't sad tears, they were happy tears. Tears of joy. Tears of joy because I knew someone was there to look after me. I grabbed her waist happily, snuggling in. "Now now, Annabeth. We have to get going. They're going get us if we don't." I nodded as she took my hand. Her hand was warm and soft as we ran towards the car park.
A silver Porshe was awaiting us. Granny took out the keys and turned it on. "Hurry!" I hopped into the car and put on my seatbelt. My Granny was already in the driver's seat. She started the car and put the hand on drive. Broom! Broom! Was the noise of the car. She drove forward at about speed, 70km/hr. "Granny! Watch outtttt!" The boom gates closed slowly, and I closed my eyes shut hard. We're going to die. I knew it. I just knew I was going to die today. My heart was pounding loudly like a bass. Wait a minute, wasn't I supposed to be dead? Wasn't I supposed to feel pain? I opened my eyes and expected to see blood, bones and my insides. But there weren't any case of blood or injuries.
I gasped loudly, and gazed at my Granny. She winked through the mirror and put full speed ahead.
Sorry this is shorttttt! Like I have homework n' stuff, so don't blame me, blame my teacher who is actually kinda sick. This is short 'cause well I have to start stories off so this is like the prologue or something. Yeah
Stay happy- LadySwirlz