Annabeth was so fucking stupid.
And, for the rest of her life (which might not be so long after all), she would remind herself of just how fucking stupid she was.
You think she's being to harsh on herself? Well, good for you then, because all Annabeth could think of was the sword tip leveled at her throat, the Ares kid - Andrew - staring at her with such hatred in his eyes as he studied her.
How could she be so stupid? How could she have forgotten something very important, something so important that her brain should have never, ever, let her forget for even a split second?
Ares had been one of the gods to have several of his unclaimed kids at camp. His cabin had also been one of the emptiest after Luke had brought together an army.
Andrew had been eleven when first brought to camp, only staying for a year if her memory served her right. Then he was off - down into the void that was the Titan's army.
Several demigods that had hoped for a better life in the new Golden Age came crawling back to camp soon after the war - none never daring to mention their past, but it was clear who they had aligned themselves with.
Annabeth could see the puzzle begin to fill itself in, each piece making the picture clearer and clearer.
The son of Ares and been in the Titan Lord's army.
He and been unclaimed, even though his heritage was evident.
After surviving the wars he crawled back to camp.
Percy's body had been found in cabin six.
Percy's dead body had been found in the Ares Cabin.
Time slowed.
Annabeth's knees bent, dropping her to the ground. The dirt was hard on her knees as she lunged with her upper body, tackling Andrew's legs. Her dagger - not her sword, which was tucked away back in her cabin for her to spar with tomorrow - glittered with something bronze as she reached for it.
Suddenly the son of Ares found the dagger digging into his neck from his position laying of his back.
"Now," The daughter of Athena smiled, teeth showing and eyes sparkling with something dangerous. "How about we play twenty questions, Andrew?"
He blinked, still stunned a mere daughter of the wisdom goddess had managed to get him pinned.
"First question," She purred, the tip of the knife digging in far enough to make a spot of Crimson fall down to Andrew's chest.
"Did you kill Percy Jackson?"
Hey, it's been like exactly two weeks since I updated, so it hasn't been exactly soon... but I might of forgotten this existed. Sorry?
