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Chapter 2

Annabeth's POV

"Piper?" I knocked on the door of her's (and formerly) Jason's home in New Rome. Even on the outside, the mansion was falling apart, even though it'd been only about 3 days. The flowers were already getting unruly, and a baby creeper vine was starting to snake up the white, marble walls.

"Piper?" I called again. No answer. "Piper?" The silence was deafening. By now, the people milling around the piazza were taking notice and starting to cluster around as inconspicuously as they could, which wasn't much.

Not being able to bear it any longer, I pushed about the gold bronze inlaid door and stepped inside the home. It was a total mess inside. The carpet was stained and dirty. and picture frames were smashed, with holes punched in the walls. A rotten odor was seeping from the kitchen area, where the fridge door was actually ripped off its hinges. A dead...something was lying belly up on the filthy carpet. All the windows were shut and covered, and the air smelled dusty.

"Piper?" I called again. This time, I heard a hiccup cough coming from behind the slammed shut bedroom door, along with rustles and a stifled sob.

I immediately strode over to the bedroom and gently pushed the door open. It was in even more disarray then the rest of the house, and on the bed, underneath the covers was a muffled shape that whimpered and shook. All the pictures were smashed, and there was blood on some of the glass shards where Piper had cut herself. Katoptris lay forlornly on the floor and shimmered dully.

"Piper?"

"Go away." The sound was muffled from the blankets, and chocked up by grief. I sat down on the side of the bed after brushing some crumpled photos off. I unfurled one, and the image showed Jason and Piper in happier days. They were smiling in each other's arms in a garden veranda, decorated with roses. The sky was bright blue and dappled with white clouds , and joy practically radiated from the photo. It was perfect, except for the fact that Piper had scribbled over Jason's face with a sharpie marker. I flipped the photograph to see the back and saw what Piper had scrawled on there in her fury.

WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?! I'LL NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN. WHERE DID ALL OUR DREAMS GO-OUR HONEYMOON, RAISING A FAMILY, SO MUCH MORE! i know you're in Elysium right now. don't think about me. it's obvious that you don't care. if you did, you would've let me take one of those blows. you'd be in the hospital wing, but that's better than the underworld. i hope i never see you on the other side.

" No, Piper..." I whispered. Piper started crying softly, and the force of her pain hit me like a rock. I pulled the blanket off her to reveal a grief-stricken girl with red, bloodshot eyes and wet hair. Her poor fingers were all cut up and crusted with her blood. She still had her wedding dress on, and it was covered with horrid stains of Jason's blood, and soaking wet with tears. Piper gave a low wail and buried her head in her wet, shredded feather pillow.

"I-I just can't get a grip on myself." she sniffed. " I don't know what I'm doing half the time. I just fell so angry at Jason for leaving me at one second, and then I-I just fell so crushed."

"Piper, it'll be okay," I soothed. She unexpectedly shot me a dirty look.

"HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF PERCY JUST DIED ON YOU!" she screamed, her eyes lighting up with rage. She started clawing at me with her torn fingers, mad with grief and anger.

"HOW DARE YOU, HOW DARE YOU?! GET AWAY FROM WE! I DON'T KNOW YOU!"

"Piper...I..." I could imagine the gods laughing at me. For the first time, Annabeth Chase is speechless.

I turn on my heels and run out of Piper's house, hearing her wail behind me. I quickly fling open the door and rush out into the sun and crash into a young, new recruit.

I try to push him aside and get away from Piper but he clung to my arm ferociously.

"Percy's hurt!" he bawled.

I stopped dead in my tracks, a chill going up my spine. My stomach flopped and writhed inside my body, and I slowly turned to face him in dread.

"What... No, no..." The young boy nodded. He's by the entrance tunnel. A horde of monsters just came at the sentries. It looked really planned and everything. They-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence. I took off like a madwoman, my vision tunneling into red. 'No, no, no'. My blood pounded in my temples, and the sinews in my legs burned as I streaked through half of Camp Jupiter. The entrance tunnel came into view, and I poured my remaining strength into my legs. Noticing that my prized, dragon bone sword was weighing me down and clanking against my legs, I unsheathed it and simply flung it to the side.

"Percy, Percy!" I screamed. By now, I could make out a prone form lying in the grass, twitching while a few other campers gathered around him, trying to offer medical assistance. But the wounded person was pushing it away, fervently resisting.

I finally reached Percy in what was probably seconds but felt like years. He looked horrible.

His left leg was terribly twisted and broken, with bone fragments pink with blood and cracked poking through the skin. His entire torso wan completely mangled and bloody, with a nasty claw mark on his cheek going over one of his beautiful, sea green eyes. A gaping head wound spurting blood was pulsating on the back of his head, and his eyes were rolling in pain. Hazel was crying and trying to treat him with nectar, but Percy was refusing to take it. We all knew he was going to die.

"Percy, Percy, no!" I cried, supping his bloody face in my hands. "No, you can't leave me like this, you just can't!"

Percy smiled painfully with what remained of his handsome face. "I'm sorry Annabeth. You know I'm going."

"No, no!" I screamed, sobbing in his blood slick hair. I wrapped my arms around him, not caring that I was now dripping with blood too.

"I promise I'll s-see you again," he choked out, spitting up blood. "I-I'll see you in Elysium. So. Sorry. I -"

And Percy's eyes went totally blank.

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