Music of the Gods

Stories by UndeniablyMe

A/n: What is this, like, three stories I've updated in a row? Man, I'm like a genius. Anywho, this character is centered on Annabeth again. Don't worry, we have more of the other characters coming up, but I think Annabeth has to have a little say too. This part comes in between the time that Percy is on Calypso's island and when Annabeth is at camp, thinking he's dead.

Enjoy! :D

-UndeniablyMe ;)

My Immortal- Evanescence,

When Annabeth returned to camp, she slept for three days, and when she opened her eyes, she half expected Seaweed Brain to be leaning over her bed, grinning at the fact that they had lived through another adventure. But he wasn't there. He wasn't there.

"Chiron," she said, fearfully coming out onto the porch. "Chiron, where's Percy?"

Chiron turned and looked at her, his bright ancient eyes full of a sadness that she recognized too well. Those were the eyes that had stared at Thalia's tree, mourning the loss of a champion, a hero.

"He isn't back yet?" Annabeth felt as if the breath had been knocked out of her. "You're kidding, right?"

The centaur didn't say anything but simply put his hand on her shoulder. She let it rest there for a moment before shaking it off.

"He's not dead," she told him plainly, angry that the upbeat and always positive centaur was making no effort to be annoyingly upbeat.

"Annabeth—"

"He's not!" she shouted, ripping her arm away from him. "He's not dead!"

She turned and ran, not knowing where she was going, until she ended up outside of the Poseidon cabin. Normally it was against the rules to enter a cabin without the permission of one of the campers staying there, but she didn't care for rules right then. She opened the door and shut it quickly behind her, looking around for the bed that Percy's stuff was still under, and threw herself on it.

In cabin three, she could cry to her heart's desire. The cabin's patron would shield her from her mother's foresight, and right now that's all she wanted.

Yes, she was being childish. You weren't supposed to make friends with those that you knew wouldn't be around for long, and sometimes not even with those who would be around, because they all betrayed you in the end. If not by stabbing you in the back, then by dying.

But Percy wasn't supposed to die. Percy wasn't just a hero who had a lucky break every now and then that saved him from death. He was... He was Percy. And Percy wasn't supposed to die! Annabeth had grown so used to him coming out alive that, now that it seemed he might truly be gone for forever, she realized she had thought him immortal himself. Not just immortal though. Her immortal.

The thought was foolish and made Reason stare. Annabeth knew too, because Reason was a good friend of her mother's. But she didn't want to think about her mother. She wanted to think about Percy and drown in his scent, in his cabin, and never surface.

The ocean breeze blew through the cabin and Annabeth fell asleep.

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She didn't go back to the Poseidon cabin after that. She wouldn't even walk past it. Just the look of it made her think of Percy, and those were dangerous thoughts.

But it didn't matter if she was looking at cabin three or thinking of him. Percy was everywhere. And she couldn't take it anymore.

He's gone, she thought firmly, eyes tearing as she walked blindly through the camp. A storm was coming, raging it's fury over the ocean as if Poseidon had just realized his son was dead. Stop it Annabeth. He's gone.

She opened her eyes. She was at the beach, and if it had been any other time, she was sure she'd see Percy sitting, his feet touching the waves, thinking. For a moment, she thought she did see him… But it wasn't him. He was supposed to be dead.

"But he's not," she said out loud, pressing her hands over her ears to drown out the sound of the furiously crashing waves. "You're still here!"

A large wave crashed against the rocks five feet to the side of her and the rain fell with a fury that Annabeth had never seen; as if the ocean was mourning the death of Percy. But couldn't the ocean feel him, the way she could? It felt as if he was against her back, breathing on her neck, and it was making her crazy.

She swatted at the feeling, her tears coming back in a fury.

"J-just leave!" she sobbed, picking up a stone at her foot and throwing it, tears pouring down her cheeks. "You're not here anymore! You left me! If you're gone, just go! Please…"

She dropped to her knees, sobbing harder and harder. The rain storm was reaching its peak and the ocean crashed against the beach horribly, echoing what she felt inside.

Her tears tasted salty, like the sea spray, and all of it reminded her of what his lips had tasted like when she kissed him. And he was gone.

"Just go," she said, heartbroken, clutching his shirt to her. "If you're going to go, just go!"

But the overwhelming feeling of his presence was still there and it wouldn't leave. She could feel him, somewhere, and she couldn't live with that. She couldn't live with this, she'd go insane.

The sea continued to thunder and rage around her, and she would've been afraid, but it reminded her of how Percy was when he fought. The intensity of the wind and the crashing of the waves against the shore reminded her of his eyes when they calculated the best way to take an enemy down or how best to beat Grover to the enchilada stand. It was hard to believe he was actually gone.

But soon the wind began to calm and the intensity of the sea diminished. Annabeth looked up from where she had been crying, indignant. Was that really all the god of the seas was going to do? Send a storm that wrecked, what? One ship?

Percy deserved much more than that, and she wanted to make sure he knew.

"That's it?!" she yelled, knowing it was dangerous to tick off a god, but she was past caring. Percy had done it all the time. "That's all you're going to do??"

She stabbed her knife into the sand.

"Where is he?!?!" she shouted. "Where is your son?"

The sea calmed and didn't answer and she fell back to her knees.

"Where is he…?" she sobbed, her tears falling onto the sand below her. "Please, tell me. Where is he? Where is he?"

The sea gave no answers and she sobbed into her hands, tears falling faster than the rain. It wasn't that he was gone, it was that he had left her. He had abandoned her, after keeping her safe for so long.

Just. Like. Luke.

A/n: Wow, enough drama there for you? :D It's actually not as angsty as I would have liked it, but hey! I do my best. Leave me a note, tell me what you think! Ciao all! :D

-UM ;)