Chapter 4
Annabeth's Tale
Annabeth's Point of View
Authors Note: This chapter is shorter than the rest because all it is is a story. So if you already know what happened then you could skip over it. It really isn't important but if you don't know what happened, or you just like stories, then I'm not stopping you from reading on! Have fun! Oh and I upload chapters as I work on them so, they might not always be done. There was some confusion on that, but I upload as I go. So I might upload a chapter 5 times in one day, each with more attached.
It was a cold, UN welcoming night, I was in our apartment sleeping, when I heard a loud noise. I sat up straight in bed. What was that noise? I wondered. Suddenly there was another loud POOF! And I could hear arguing.
"Don't do it Hera!" a voice said.
"Shut up child! I've been craving revenge on her and now after seeing her dream, I will have it!" another said.
"She's only a child! Wait" the first voice said.
"Aphrodite! I have already consulted Nemesis, and she said the plan was flawless! Flawless!" Hera said.
"Your going to kill her!" screamed Aphrodite. At this point it was hard to register what had happened. Hera wanted revenge. On me. And she wasn't backing down. She was going to ruin me. Tonight. I gulped. What should I do? Should I wait? Or should I confront her? Ugh! What do I do? So I walked out of bed, and snuck down the hall to where the voices were, they were still arguing.
Suddenly, a voice whispered in my ear, "It isn't flawless unless they confront me."
I swung around, expecting Percy but then finding a grinning Apollo instead. His sandy blonde hair reminded me of Luke, but Luke wasn't here now, this was a god. Even if it is one of the most immature gods of all time. "Hey Lord Apollo," I said nonchalantly.
"Hey! Annie! How are you doing sweetheart?! I just wanted to tell you that you might die! god of prophecies you know! See yah!" and in a flash he was gone.I mentally face- palmed myself. Hi! BTW you might die! bye! So helpful! Sighing, I crept closer to the kitchen in pursuit of further infromation on the godesses plans for my demise. Keeping one hand on the wall, I peeked into the kitchen, but no one was there! I snorted in frustration and sat down on the hardwood floor, thinking hard. If you listen closely, you might just hear the whizzing sound of the gears turning around in my head. They were two major goddess's for crying out loud! They couldn't dissappear just like that! They must be hiding, but where? I raced back to my room and snatched up my invisibility cap and returned to the investigation site. Placing the cap firmly on top of my head, I began searching.
After what seemed like hours, I eventually gave out and flung myself into the little white loveseat in the living room falling fast asleep. That night I had awful dreams. I dreamed that Percy was proposing with that cocky seaweed brain smile of his. This is how it started. Then he began to choke and wheeze, as if some imaginary force was wringing his neck. I could feel tears spilling over my cheeks, and I wanted to go rush in and help him, but I couldn't. My feet were glued to the floor by some imaginary glue. Suddenly a voice overtook the scene. This is your future, if you wish to continue. Shall we look further in? I wanted to say no, but I couldn't open my mouth, it was like all I could do is stand there and watch. Then the scene shifted, we were in a hospital, and I could see a little baby, bundeled up in blue, sitting in the plastic baby bin. I was moved forwards so I could get a closer look at the newborn. What I saw made me gasp. It was deathly white, and had indigo lips. Its eyes were open and glazed over, life a procelin dolls. But that wasn't what terrified me. It had medium brown hair with practicly black lowlights, and goldenish highlights. Its eyes were a blueish hue, the kind that was easily mistaken for gray or green. My eyes wandered to the nameplate. Name: Chase Jackson, Born: July 16, 2018 12:00am, Mother: Annabeth Chase. I wanted to close my eyes just then and never open them again. This was my child. He was born out of wed- lock. He was dead. You see now child? This will be your future. What can I do to stop it? I thought. The voice seemed to reply. Run, leave, and never come back! I took that advice and the next moment I was out the door, blinded by all the water exploding out of my eyes.