Helen:

Annabeth and I don't get along, anyone can see that. As hard as we try, we will never be able to get over the fact that her mother was a goddess, making me feel inferior and the moment I stepped into that house, I took her father away. She felt unwanted and I knew it, but I never did anything to stop her.

She ran away and we didn't see her for years. At first I thought I would be happy. Finally Fredrick and I could have our perfect life together, just us and our two sons. But he missed her terribly, searching for her and telling me all the guilt he felt in her thinking she needed to leave. I didn't even try to explain the guilt I felt. I had driven a seven year old away from her home. I forced myself to put her out of my mind, instead trying to enjoy life the way I'd always wanted it to be, without Annabeth.

Regardless of how much I wanted her gone, I was relieved and somewhat hopeful when she sent us a letter saying she would come home. I ignored the guilt when her letter asked if we still wanted her. My husband hurried to reply and practically begged his daughter to come home. Fredrick was overjoyed and we worked together to make everything perfect for her return. When we went to retrieve her, I finally got to see the camp she loved so much. It was amazing, roving green hills and assorted cabins that all held a little more personality than usual. There was a large blue and white house and the fields were filled with campers. Running back and forth, practicing battle moves and sometimes, having fun. A young boy, sporting Annabeth's same blonde hair and intense grey eyes came up to us, looking rather resentful. He handed Fredrick and bag, mumbled something about Annabeth's stuff and then went back down to join the others. Raising an eyebrow at the odd logo on the bag, I continued to wait, wondering where on Earth she'd gotten it from and hoping that she hadn't stolen it.

Soon the waiting was over, she walked out of the house and I had to hold my breath because she had become beautiful. She wasn't the serious little child anymore, though her unnerving grey eyes hadn't changed one bit. She walked with a newfound confidence and strength. Annabeth walked down the stairs like a changed person and I had to hold back my surprise when a boy followed her. She had mentioned a friend in her letter, a friend who had changed her mind. Was this him? He was slightly shorter than she was and was leaning heavily on her shoulder as they walked out. He had jet black hair and looked weak, like he'd fallen ill. Annabeth and he shook hands, looking like somewhat awkward friends, and she started up the hill towards us. I wasn't sure what to say, but I managed a smile and she gave me one back. It filled me with hope as she hugged her father and touch one of the trees tenderly, like she was saying goodbye to an old friend.

On the way home, I asked her about the boy and she smiled, fully and brightly, "That's Percy." She explained, "He's an idiot." A bit taken back, I resisted the urge to laugh and nodded. She began to laugh and I turned in my seat to look at her.

I felt a bit more like a family then, driving Annabeth home from this camp with her telling us stories from her adventures. She said that Percy was brave and though their parents were enemies, they were going to try and be friends.

I felt like they would become so much more, but I held my tongue.

When she ran off, after spending the entire school year with us, she only said that Percy was in trouble. She had to get to camp and she didn't need our help. I know Fredrick was hurt, but he let her go because he saw, like I had that Annabeth was stronger than she looked.

Percy was too apparently. He came knocking on our door, almost a year later. I had never spoken to him but he knew who we were. He came with two girls that looked like complete opposites. One wore a princess's crown; the other wore ripped clothes and plenty of black. I was concerned at the mention of Annabeth, because if she wasn't there, I was sure she was in trouble. When he told me his name I smiled, because Annabeth never failed to bring up a Percy story and talked about him constantly. I didn't talk about her obvious crush, I just said, "Nice meeting you, Percy. I've heard a lot about you," and watched him blush. When they left I asked Percy to remind Annabeth that she had a home here, because if anyone could get through to her, it was this funny, kind boy that balanced her out so well.

I didn't get to see it, but Fredrick tells me he held up the sky, that he fought bravely and had come all this way to rescue her. He told me that one of the girls died and that she became a part of the stars.

I realized then why Annabeth and I don't get along. We don't come from the same world. I worry about taxes and my boys and their schoolwork, she fights monsters and holds friends while they die. I can't get through to her because it's like we don't speak the same language. But Percy speaks her language and always knows what to say.

Annabeth fought in a massive war, she doesn't like to talk about it because I know she lost a lot of friends during the fighting. But she came home happy and told me, blushing, that she and Percy were dating. I had known the moment that she came home talking about him nonstop and complaining about this boy that was the yin to her yang, that they would be together. And I wasn't surprised when she told me he turned down godhood for her. Because when I see Percy looking at Annabeth, when she's doing something or doesn't know he's watching, he looks at her the way any girl wants to be seen. Percy follows her with his eyes and furrows his eyebrows when he can't understand what she's talking about. He tries to pay attention and constantly gets lost in his own head, just watching her. Percy gives her these looks, like he can't live without her and like she's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

I can see the looks that Annabeth gives him when he does something stupid. The look that is filled with a sort of annoyed love. When he turns to give her that sheepish smile that makes even my heart melt and she just sighs. She calls him Seaweed Brain and rights his mistakes, helping him with his math homework or the cake he decided to bake for his mother. Percy needs Annabeth the same way he needs air, desperately longing for something that is always right there. Annabeth relies on him to keep her grounded, to keep her from letting her head overtake her heart and Percy needs her to survive, to not throw himself into the line of fire whenever a friend needs help.

They're soul mates. People, who, no matter what happens, are destined to find each other. They have fought more monsters than I know of and have overcome enormous losses. But I know, when Annabeth goes off to camp, with her knife and her cap, I have nothing to worry about. Percy has her back like she has his, and they will draw strength from each other in the darkest of times.

This is long overdue and I'm finally getting around to updating all my stories. So, I'm sorry for the wait and this chapter isn't very good but I just wanted to get it out there. I'll be editing most of my stories within the next few months but I won't be taking any down, no worries.

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