A Challenge of Sorts
Hey you lot… Have you decided to take up pitchforks and kill me yet? No? Much appreciated. I have decided to give you – my wonderful, beloved readers – a choice. Please read through both option A and option B before calling everyone you know to hunt me down.
Option A:
You continue to read this story at an astonishingly slow pace to rival that of a snail or sloth, written by an uninspired author who, to be blunt, hates this story. I've learned my lesson from it: Never post a story before finishing it!
Option B:
Take on the project as your own! PM someone and tell them to do it for you! I'm putting this story up for grabs to any fanfiction author who has ideas on where this story should be going. You can change the chapters I've already posted to improve them (I don't know why you'd change them to make them worse), but I ask that you keep the basic story line the same. Make the dance better! Make the romances not so sudden! Explain things without using A/N's! Have fun with it, love it, nurture it; don't hate it like I do! Be a better writer than poor AnnabethChase5450!
If you decide to take up the challenge posed in option B, please notify me so I can tell everyone to migrate to your story. I don't care how many people decide to do it, but I hope that someone does… If no one does, then I will have to continue on with option A…and I really don't want to do that.
I apologize to my readers who were hoping to see the Nico part that I promised. For those people, this is what was going to happen: Annabeth and Percy were going to IM Camp, and Nico was going to get the message at the entrance to the Big House. They were going to tell him that they needed some weapons from camp, and ask how long it would take to get them there. Nico was going to say ASAP, wave his hand through the message to cancel it, and then shadow travel into the drawing room of Grimmauld Place, scaring the daylights out of everyone. Then the wizards were going to choose their weapons and blah, blah-blah, blah-blah… the demigods were going to train them… blah blah blah-blah.