A/N: So just to warn everyone in advance, this story will have smut between Percy and Annabeth. Annabeth is evil in this story since it's a alternate universe.

Percy Jackson

Percy walked along the canoe lake's shore, a depressed look in his eyes and a deep-seated frown on his face. He twirled Riptide around in his right hand in a lazy way, not really putting much thought into the motion. His eyes were full of sadness, like someone had snuffed the vibrant green light out in them.

It was rare to see Percy with a smile these days. He was tired of the Titan War, which seemed to just be raging endlessly. Every year, it got worse and worse. The sixteen year old demigod thought that he'd face down Kronos already but everything changed one fateful day. He tried to change the prophecy, he tried to kill Kronos in the Labyrinth before he was even awake. The repercussions were harsh.

Everything went wrong so fast, Percy would've missed it if he blinked. The Titan lord woke up, defeated him with no problem, and took Annabeth away. Percy only barely managed to escape with Nico and Rachel. It was by the grace of the gods that he managed to find Tyson and Grover alive.

As if things hadn't gotten bad enough, Chiron told him that there was a strange glow that had come from the Oracle. When he decided to read the prophecy, everything looked the same, except for one detail. The child of the Big Three would be eighteen instead of sixteen. No one knew why that changed, though Percy had his theories. Perhaps it was the Fates punishing him, giving the Titan lord two more years to prepare.

Yet it wasn't the prophecy changing that had destroyed Percy's morale, but rather the loss of his best friend. He tried everything he could to save Annabeth, but he was too late. Kronos grabbed her arm and froze time, stopping Percy from being able to do anything except watch as the Titan lord flashed away, his screaming best friend in tow.

Percy didn't want to imagine what had happened to her. Maybe she'd been killed. Maybe she was sacrificed on some altar in California. Maybe she was now the Titan lord's concubine. Then there was the worst theory of them all, she was now the Kronos's personal hero, like how Percy was to the gods.

The truth was, Percy wasn't sure if he could face Annabeth in combat. It would hurt him too much to even try to kill her. Yet he knew that if he did face her, that was the only option. If Kronos had managed to twist her mind into serving him, then he truly believed the Annabeth he knew was dead and gone.

"Hey, Percy." Grover said as he fell in next to Percy.

"Hey." Percy replied, his voice hollow.

"Listen, I know the past year or so has been pretty hard on you, but…I just wanted you to know that we're all here for you." The satyr said, offering the son of Poseidon a semblance of comfort.

Percy forgot how long it had been since he lost Annabeth. A year? Two years? He didn't care anymore. All that mattered to him was that she was gone. It hurt seeing cabin six every time he walked out of his own cabin. It hurt seeing that empty seat in the dining pavilion.

"Thanks, but I think it's better if I'm alone." Percy said.

"Dude, you've been saying that since Annabeth…got taken away." Grover wasn't sure how to phrase his words, Percy was very temperamental when it came to the topic of Annabeth.

"Well, maybe it's because I want to be alone!" Percy snapped, the water in the lake rippling.

Grover raised his hands, "Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to piss you off, I just wanted to help."

"If you want to help me, then do me a favor." Percy said, "Never mention Annabeth's name around me again."

Grover stared at him with hurt eyes. He nodded meekly before turning and walking off.

Percy sighed, he wasn't the same person either when Annabeth had gotten taken away, he knew that. He had changed, it was like a part of him had been ripped away. He grew angrier, darker, and quieter.

Percy never was the type of guy to break stuff or yell like Ares's kids did, nor did he fall into depressed comas like the Aphrodite kids did. He smoldered in silence. Anyone looking could tell he was furious. His anger was deep, like the abyss of the largest seas. Yet the surface of his anger was covered by a veil of sadness.

Percy wasn't angry at anyone, not Kronos, not Annabeth, not the camp, not even the gods. The person he was angry at, was himself. He blamed himself for everything that had happened. If he hadn't tried changing the prophecy, everything would've been okay. Yet he let his sword think for him and it costed him dearly.

When Percy finished yet another lap around the lake's shores, he stopped and sat down, looking out over the foggy lake water. He looked around to make sure no one was watching before he let a tear slip. After one tear, the floodgates opened and he found himself with a armada of tears flowing from his eyes.

Life was too much for the young demigod. How was a sixteen year old guy supposed to handle all this trauma?

"Perseus." A deeper voice said from behind him.

Percy quickly willed his tears to dry before turning to come face to face with Chiron. The old horseman knew that Percy cried about Annabeth's disappearance, yet it became a unspoken rule to never mention it. The son of Poseidon was free to cry about his losses, he didn't deserve to be dissected over them.

"Yes, master?" Percy said, kneeling.

"You don't have to call me 'master', child." Chiron said in a tired voice, as if they'd been through this a million times.

Percy didn't respond. In response to his grief, the demigod had adapted a cruel discipline. He treated everyone with respect, even Ares. The respectful front was emotionless, which is why Percy chose it. He didn't trust himself to not break down and cry if he showed any emotion.

Percy rose to his feet and regarded the Centaur.

"I have a quest for you." Chiron said, "I would ask someone else, but this specific quest is very dangerous."

Percy tilted his head, "What is it, sir?"

"I need you to investigate a note we received. A demigod said they needed help, but they couldn't leave where they were because they were surrounded."

Percy sighed, just another demigod rescue. He'd done such quests countless times. It was always some demigod who was too scared to run away from a handful of Dracaenae or Empousai.

"Alright, where are they?" Percy asked.

"Near Yancy Academy actually." Chiron said, "You know where that's at. I would have someone else do it but something tell me this is very dangerous."

"Alright, I'll go prepare." Percy said.

Chiron stopped him before he could walk off to his cabin, "Be careful, Percy, something about this isn't right. If it weren't for my conscious feeling guilty about doing nothing, I wouldn't be sending anyone out."

"Relax, I'll be fine." Percy said, walking off to cabin three.