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Now, yes, as you see below this is a special chapter, brought to you by Altair instead of Annabeth. After awhile I might make another special chapter. Hope you likey! Tell me if you like the special chapters or not please.
SPECIAL CHAPTER
I slipped my guitar away and laid my head back, looking out into the cleared sky. After yesterday, it seemed to clear and Pello was taking an even longer time looking around to see what he could find now. Annabeth had disappeared, and they left me here in the canopy by myself. Annabeth said she was going to talk to her father.
I stood and walked towards the side and couldn't help but eavesdrop on their conversation, "Dad?" I heard Annabeth say.
"Annabeth!" Mr. Jackson called with excitement and suddenly, the happiness seemed to flow from him, "Where are you? What happened to your arm? Why are you all tattered up?" I was begging for the questions to stop, but they flowed from him in anger, "Why didn't you call? I thought you were only running a few errands! Where's your friend?"
"DAD!" Annabeth cried, stopping him. "I'm not sure where I am. I broke my arm. Troy; a relative of Luke; did this to me. I didn't call because I didn't want to. Pello's out trying to find where we are. And no, I'm not running any errands." I could hear her sniffling, as though she were afraid and really crying, "Something's wrong at the new camp, the borders are going crazy ever since I showed up, so I went with Pello to a couple of people to see if they knew anything. First, I met Nico, then Rachel, then," she paused, "Beckendorf, Conner Stroll, and he asked me to do him a small favor because Travis's wife and son didn't know their father and husband was dead, so we went to go find them and tell them because," she ended quickly, as though afraid to say what was next.
"Because what?" Mr. Jackson demanded to know.
"Nothing, dad,"
"You can call me Percy, you know."
"No. I can't. Dad, I'm not Annabeth Chase, alright?" suddenly, the anger started to flow from her like a mad river, and I was afraid it would start to rain again, "I am Annabeth Jackson. Annabeth Chase is dead, alright? You've got to get over it! You know, three of my friends have died in the past week, that's what I was hoping for, that I could find them, but I showed up and they were dead. Troy found me here and attacked me, and…and…" she started to trail off, but she picked up again, "I don't even know how you could be my father! The closest thing that I'm like about you is that I care about my friends." She started to cry, and I wanted to chase into her and hold her, try to make her feel better, but she continued, "Did you plan mom to die too? You didn't even love her! You loved Annabeth! You didn't care about mom, you were glad when she died!"
"Annabeth Thalia Jackson!" Mr. Jackson ordered for silence, but all I heard was a cling! and then a swoosh! and finally, it was released with crying. I knew what had happened, Annabeth had taken out her knife and cut through the message. Now she was upset, and I wanted to go over and comfort her, but I was afraid of what she would say, she would've known I was eavesdropping on her conversation with her father. I scurried over like a mouse to the other side of the canopy and quickly sat, waiting as though I had not seen nor heard anything. But Annabeth didn't come back in, the sniffling stopped. I started to become worried when the only sound made was my own breathing pattern, I couldn't even hear Annabeth's.
Pello moved in with a smile on his face, but a frown soon appeared when Annabeth wasn't in sight, "Where's Annabeth?" he asked cautiously, as though afraid I had done something to her.
I shrugged, "She went around there to talk to her father, then I heard her crying, then everything went dead silent." He stared at me in horror, and I could see what was going through his mind, but I shook my head and stood, "Pello, don't even think that." I walked up to him, and he grabbed my shoulder. I felt something pulse through me, and he sighed with relief, "What, you think I killed her? Trust me, she probably just went for a walk or something."
I had seen what he had just done before. Whenever he touches someone and wishes, he can see through the person's eyes or see what they are thinking. I had another friend, one that I dare not tell either of them about that did the same. But I suspected he now knew, "You know another one?"
I swallowed, "No." I rolled my eyes.
"Yes you do." Pello replied in a confident voice.
"Well," I paused and trailed off, sitting down beside my guitar, "I knew one is more like it. See, her name was Phoena. She was perfect, and I loved her. We all thought she was a child of Athena, it seemed pretty obvious, but soon we figured out she was a grandchild of Athena and Hephaestus. She was rejected by everyone, but I always stayed with Phoena. We always sat by the lakeside every day, and she loved the water. One day she disappeared, no one knows what happened to her. Everyone knew the gods were angered by her, she was the first special demigod. Some say Artemis turned her into a wolf. Others say she was sucked into the lake by Poseidon. No one does know the truth though."
Pello studied me and then looked outside the canopy, he moved out, and I just sat on the floor, motionless as he looked around. He shook his head, and I knew that Annabeth wasn't out there. She had mysteriously disappeared, and maybe. Maybe one day if we found her, I could tell her.
I love her.
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