Alright! Making the first chapter, I'm kind of excited since this is my first story on fanfiction! Already got one review, although it just said simply; OMGZ. A bit strange, but I can deal with that. Again, I am in a bit of a rush, so the work isn't up to it's best quality!

Chapter 1

Annabeth's POV

Another shroud tossed into the fire, small sparks beginning to dot the space above them. Annabeth grimaced, biting her lips and looking away. The shroud was all that was left of one of the recently new recruited Ares kids, who was particularly high-strung and rebellious. The foolish demigod had tried to lead a rebellion against Kronos, but his group had been discovered within a few hours. Scared for his life, he had fled to the depths of the forest, where he was found a few days later, captured and brought to Kronos.

Annabeth lowered her gaze, shaking her head slowly at the camper's brave yet foolish determination and stubbornness. She looked at the sky and once again, like every day, her heart cried out; Oh Percy, where are you?

She rubbed her temples, trying to remember the previous events that had lead up to this unfortunate disaster. All she could recall was the terrified look on Percy's face, the look of desperation and of fear. His shriek had pierced through her endless nightmares, haunting her.

"Annabeth, you okay?" A voice sounded from across the clearing, as Malcolm made his way towards her. She pursed her lips and nodded silently, her heart aching.

"Are you sure?" He pressed, gazing at her, his eyes dark with worry.

"Er...yeah, I'm fine." She managed to say, her voice cracking as she brushed away a fresh tear.

"Alright...if you say so." Malcolm replied, still looking at her uncertainly. She faked a smile and nodded as he turned around, picking up the pile of weapons he had been carrying and proceeded to walk off.

Annabeth sighed and sat down on one of the nearly scorched logs. It had been a few days since Kronos had taken over and Percy had disappeared. Ever since, she had caught her fellow demigods casting sympathetic and pitying looks. Their words of sympathy, which had before seemed comforting and reassuring, was now annoying. Their glances of pity and sadness now seemed to mock her, and whenever someone spoke of Percy fondly, she would usually respond with stinging, bitter retorts.

For the millionth time since Percy had disappeared, she sent a silent prayer to the gods, asking them to bring him to her.

If they're even there anymore. She thought grimly.

Oh Percy. Where are you?

Alright, last chapter for tonight, I am so tired (I hate Mondays!) By the way, this story is NOT helping my insomnia. Will post chapter later, review please, bye!