The Betrayal

" L-Luke?" Annabeth stammered.

Luke stood in the door frame of her cabin.

" I'm back."

Annabeth was completely bewildered. He stepped into the cabin. He went closer to her, putting his arms around her. He said,

" Your shaking."

She looked at him. " Well yes, Luke, you were dead."

He simply smiled. " Yes, I was. But I'm back now."

She looked down. " I missed you too. But please let me go, you're getting too close-"

He shushed her. She becomes silent and looks up at him.

" Annabeth. Tell me the truth."

She paused. After a moment, she shoved her mouth on his, forming a kiss on their lips.

" Hey Annabeth-."

Percy stood at the cabin door, walking in on Annabeth and Luke kissing. He said nothing and walked out.

Annabeth ran after him. " Percy, please wait!" She caught up and grabbed his shoulder.

Get off of me!" He never looked back to see her.

" Please, Percy, let me explain-"

" I saw what had happened! Don't you dare try to excuse the fact that you were kissing Luke!"

He looked down and pulled out a silver ring. Annabeth covered her mouth in shock. Tears crashed against the ground from Percy's face. He dropped the ring into the sand and stomped on it. He stormed off out of camp.

Months and years passed with no word of Percy. Everyone grieved, fearing the worse for their hero. Everyone blamed Annabeth for him running off. Luke was one of the only people that still talked to her, but she hated herself for the day Percy ran away. So she spent most of her time locked in her cabin, her tears soaking her pillow every night.

One day Piper went to the Athena cabin and knocked softly on Annabeth's door.

" It's not your fault Annabeth. Percy chose to do what he did."

" He left because of me Piper. It's my fault he left. Now just leave me alone."

One stormy night, Percy returned to the camp he had left ten years ago. But not as a friend. He brought with him three wolves the size of bears. Their fangs glowed white in the dim moon light shining through the storm clouds.

"Bring me Annabeth Chase and Luke Castellan alive. Kill the rest. They will know betrayal." Percy bitterly said.

The wolves sped off. The borders didn't stop them at all. Argus and the harpies were no match. Two of the wolves sneaked into the Hermes and Athena cabins while the third wolf killed the other campers. Annabeth was the first one to be dragged into the forest, and soon after a struggling Luke was thrown beside her. Annabeth looked up to see Percy's face covered in scars, his jet black hair with even more silver streaks in it. She fell into tears.

Percy looked cruelly, unmoved by her pitiful sobs.

" Percy, where have you been?"

" Like you care. I have been on my own. I found these guys, Destruction, Carnage, and Oblivion. Sons of Chaos."

" How?"

" He's growing in power. And he doesn't like traitors."

" What has happened to you?"

" You did!"
A confused Luke sat on his knees, not understanding what was happening.

" I see you haven't told him what's been happening since he was gone. Let me brief it for you, Castellan. Me and Annabeth got together. We even fell into Tartarus together, and she betrays me just like that! Well, Luke, I'll give you the honor of watching her die!"

He swung his sword, but was blocked by a pinecone on a stick. Dionysis stood there, glaring at Percy.

" Hello, Peter Johnson. Why are you here?"

" What does it look like?"

" Like you trying to go crazy."

Percy laughed with an unnatural tone for him

" Oh, Mr. D, always making empty promises. Typical for an olympian. That will change soon. There's a reason you're stuck here with snot nosed brats."

" These are my brats. Go get your own!"

Mr. D snapped his fingers, but nothing happened. He laughed strangely again.

" There are more powerful gods than the olympians.I am protected by Chaos…"

Percy grabbed the wine god's throat and lifted him up. He threw him to the wolves, and soon the only thing left of Mr. D was a shredded hawaiian shirt and golden dust.

Chiron looked down at the lifeless bodies of Annabeth and Luke the next morning.

" What monstrosity could have done this?"

He and the nymphs and satyrs built a monument for the dead. In the center sat a statue of Dionysus, and his hawaiian shirt billowed like a flag in the wind on his thyrsus.

Soon the satyrs and nymphs died from the forests suddenly burning down, and after a while, Chiron died with no heroes to train. Now only one knows the memory of Camp Halfblood: Percy jackson, conqueror of Olympus, slayer of the mighty olympians.