Kay time for a quick Chapter 4.

Sorry you guys. :c I need to switch to some-body elses point of view quickly. Though this book is called the Mark of Athena and all about Wisdom's Daughter, I'm not about to let her steal the show. Though she inevitably does... ? ._. alright i'm dumb
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Here is Chapter Four

The One you'd been waiting For.

:3 Amira-

Annabeth:

Her breath was gone. She had been so lost in the architecture, the buildings and the beauty of this ancient metropolis she had forgotten that her fate had rested here. If the Romans could build such a great city and a camp they probably weren't as half bad as she thought they were. After all, Jason was awfully nice...

But that still didn't hide the fact that he changes from "I-need-desperate-guidance" Jason to "Almighty-praetor-of-the-Twelfth-Legion" Jason with the snap of a finger she thought.

She could do this, as long as their plan worked, negotiating with them would be a piece of cake. She saw dozens upon dozens of kids every age and size clad in purple shirts, jeans and ... bed sheets? no wait; Those were togas. She was trying to give herself a personal pep talk when she felt someone tap her shoulder.

"Well then, ladies first." Jason said, his face awfully pale. She frowned at him, she knew he was supposed to walk out first, but I guess there was a slight change of plans.

"B-but, I thought you were supposed to walk out first Mr. Praetor." she said back. She knew she was being childish but she didn't want to be the first one to unsheathe her dagger once they stepped off the boat. He looked at her with pleading eyes. She could read his expressions better than anyone. Jason, was scared. She let out a heavy sigh.

"Alright, alright. I'll go. Just don't push me off the walkway.." she mumbled in defeat.
This is it, she thought, he's there and you know it. Walk out and face the truth. She walked down the steps of the massive warship and found herself not staring at the mass gathering of Romans but everything else the building the fountains the tiles on the floor were all magnificent. Leo, Jason and Piper were right on her trail.
She could sense that the with every step she descended she was closer to the grounds of a Roman City. Even though she forced her eyes to watch everything but the crowd she could sense that with every step she took, her insides were screaming at her to turn back and run away. He's here. He's here. He's here. The minuscule sensible part of her brain were chanting those words like they were some sort of incantation to rid her of her worries. Her bones were burning as if every step she took was injuring her more than she could comprehend.
Approaching the bottom of the steps she realized that she wasn't at level with any of the buildings now, she was at level with many of the Romans, whom she could here ripples of whispers that reached her like waves. She closed her eyes, and whispered to herself,
"Please let him be alive, please― "

The thing about closing your eyes while walking down Celestial bronze stairs was that, you could trip. And that's exactly what happened, with Annabeth's luck. She managed to yet out a desperate cry for assistance, before she embarrassed herself before a whole colony of Roman demigods and ghosts when a pair of hands had caught her mid-fall.
At first she figured it was Jason, until she realized Jason was behind her. She looked at the arm that was holding her up, and there was a tattoo, similar to Jason's with not 12 lines, but a lone one. And a trident replaced the eagle. The letters SPQR were still beneath the symbol...but something felt oddly familiar. She looked up at the stranger that held her so securely and was soon staring at a pair of deep sea green eyes. Her heart had fallen into her stomach and she made sure she sent a victory letter to her home girl down under.
"Sorry I couldn't meet you half way Wise Girl." as he said this he drew her up off of her feet and drew her close so that only she would hear what he had to say. She felt the whole world melt away, and all of the pressure and sadness that had welled inside of her for the past eight months had disappeared.

"I can't believe you made me wait eight months, Seaweed Brain." she whispered to him. He was everything to her at that moment. She felt him smile, the lop-sided smile that only he could pull off and only she could understand. He had soon wrapped his arms securely around her waist whispered "Well, I promise you won't have to wait now." and before her mind could think of something nice to say, he was kissing her.

To be honest, it felt good. She hadn't had a boyfriend or a kiss like this for eight months. A girl can indulge right? He had soon tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled away.
"Y'know Annabeth, I've missed that." he said softly, his eyes wistful. She couldn't believe it, he was alive.
"You know Percy," saying his name while his hands were playing with the stray strands of her hair sent shivers down her spine. "I've missed you." He smiled and drew her face closer ready to continue wherever they had left off until they were interrupted by a shrill voice.

"You see! My people, this traitor Percy Jackson has turned his backs on you for this Graecus! You believe he will stand with you and fight! He hasn't even spoken with the rest of there kind yet he's already kissing one of them! YOU CALL HIM A PRAETOR OF THE LEGION WHEN―"

"OCTAVIAN!" cried a girl with the face of Queen. She was gorgeous, her hair was arranged in perfect ringlets gleaming and pulled to the side. He was adorned in a purple Roman cloak, that looked a lot like an Indian Sari. Annabeth realized she had on a bunch of Roman medals clipped to her heart.
She turned to face Percy ask him what was going on, but his face was red. He was embarrassed of having to kiss his Greek girlfriend in front of his new people. She knew her face was hot as well, having to have her friends from Camp Half-Blood see her like that made her feel a tad bit weak. She was supposed to be the one ready to attack but instead she was the one determined in making out with her long lost boyfriend. She remembered something she promised herself she would do as soon as she saw Percy, and so..

"Ow!" he said annoyed.

She had slapped him.

"What was that for―" he tried saying but was interrupted by the harsh voice of the queen-like-leader. At first Annabeth thought that she was staring daggers at her, when she realized that she was staring at not her, but the person beside her...

"Jason. Nice to have you join us."

HOW'D YOU LIKE?

Please review, and I hope the Percabeth reunion wasn't too sappy.

I was originally, going to have Annabeth just slap Percy and scold him but I figured this was cuter.

COME ON YOU GUYS! EIGHT MONTHS~ cut Annabeth some slack. :3

Alright, I'll update soon. ;-) and thanks once again.

Amor omnibus vobis

~Untold Legacy.