Percy opened his eyes to Annabeth's voice. His daily routine was going to begin. In the morning, Annabeth would wake him up, lecture him about how Percy should think of the demigods in Camp Half-Blood as his friends and how he should think of Tartarus as an enemy. Then he had an awkward breakfast when Annabeth would feed Percy blue pancakes. They didn't taste so bad. Then Annabeth would tell Percy about what had happened before all of this started. The whole day, Annabeth would just sit in front of Percy and talk to him while he just let the day pass.
"Percy," Annabeth started. "Say something about the demigods at this camp."
"They are my friends. I will not hurt them or do any harm to them. They are my friends. They are my ally." said Percy, his voice flat like a robot. Annabeth would force him to say these boring and disgusting sentences every morning.
"Very good. Now list the names of your best friends here."
"Annabeth, Hazel, Piper, Jason, Frank, Leo," Percy listed the names he was familiar with. "Nico and Calypso."
"Good job. Who are your parents?"
"Sally Jackson and Poseidon, the smelly, wet, old-"
"No, Percy," Annabeth slapped Percy. He was so used to it, Percy's reaction wasn't much. "Poseidon is not smelly. Say it 3 times."
"Poseidon is not smelly. Poseidon is not smelly. Poseidon is not smelly."
After breakfast which included blue pancakes (No idea why they're blue), Annabeth sat down in front of Percy and started to tell random stories.
"Percy, remember our first kiss? On the hill? We were watching the sun go down. Remember?"
Percy brought the strange memory of Annabeth kissing him to his head. Percy quickly shook it away. Why did he have that memory?
"Oh, and remember when Thalia came back as human instead of a tree? And what about the time when-"
Percy didn't get to hear Annabeth finish the sentence. His head felt like it had been beaten up by drumsticks. This had always happened when Annabeth told him about his "past".
While Percy was still recovering, Annabeth went on. It hurt his head even more.
"Stop!" he finally yelled.
"Percy, what's wrong? Did I offend you?"
"Just stop it!" his body couldn't take this life anymore. He didn't want to live the rest of his life chained up, eating blue pancakes, and hurting his head. His rage gage exploded. He put all of his strength and rage into his arm, thrusting it back and forward until the chain broke. He did the same to all of his limbs, finally free. Percy was amazed at his strength, and he was pretty sure Annabeth, who was backing away, was too. He had broken chains!
"Now, sweetie, what were you saying?" Percy reached for Riptide, uncapped the pen, and swung it in front of Annabeth, looking menacing.
"Percy, don't do this."
"Oh, yes, I will."
As he brought his sword crashing down onto Annabeth, the door opened. A boy with determined brown eyes appeared and jumped on him. Dropping his sword, Percy fell to the ground underneath the interrupter.