Okay, guys, I've had enough comments about this.
Annabeth's Story is the name of my series. I've done The Lightning Thief and the Sea of Monsters in Annabeth's perspective. But, seeing as she is holding up the sky through most of this, I don't think you want each chapter to be "I'm holding up the sky" until the very end. So, I'm doing Thalia's POV with frequent intervals of Annabeth.
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And, I just realized something. Apollo said he knew all, right? So he knew Thalia was afraid of heights when he told her to drive. What was his motive?
If you wanna check out Annabeth's Story of TLT and SoM, you can find them on my page =)
I'mDifferent-GetOverIt Um, I've read the first book, and it was good, I just haven't gotten around to reading the rest of them =)
Son of The Sea 100896 Haha, what? I'm a tad confused. Anyways, haha, I remembered Artemis was supposed to be like a Santa Claus after, I uploaded this, but maybe Thalia didn't know about it until now =P
Starlight1746 Read above. I'm going to put some chapters of Annabeth in here, sure, but I'm only on chapter 5! I have to wait until something happens to her (like in Percy's dream) for anything with her POV to be interesting =)
summergirl881 Haha, well, he probably just put them back on afterwards, I dunno =P
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Camp and Betrayal
Thalia
I got out of Apollo's car/bus/whatever-you-call-it as quickly as possible. I stuffed my shaking hands inside my pockets before anyone could see and turned to see the dazed group of Hunters stumbling out, along with Percy, Nico, and Grover.
Grover looked a little more distraught then the others, letting out little goat sounds. I wasn't that bad, was I? I mean, Sure, it was my first time driving, and sure, I was afraid of heights. But I, personally think I handled it quite well.
Although there was a raging blizzard outside, the camp was lightly dusted with snow, and frost covered most everything. It was warmer then outside the magical barriers, but not by much. The cabins were decorated with Christmas lights, glinting and flickering, except they weren't your normal Christmas decorations. These seemed to be real balls of fire, probably made by the Hecate cabin, whose mother was the goddess of magic.
I saw a bigger fire up inside the Big House, in the attic where the Oracle lived, and I wondered if in the winter, she had a whole Christmas party up there, her dead friends singing songs by the campfire, dropping their limbs, opening presents, and all that stuff. If so, I totally wanted to be invited to that. It was like the zombie apocalypse, except for the whole end of the world part, and dead things wanting my brain! Damn, I've been watching too many scary movies lately.
"Whoa, is that a climbing wall?" asked Nico, pointing to it.
"Yeah," replied Percy.
"Why is there lava pouring down it?" he asked.
"Little extra challenge. Come on, I'll introduce you to Chiron. Zoë, have you met-"
"I know Chiron," Zoë replied with a cold voice. "Tell him we will be in Cabin Eight. Hunters, follow me."
"I'll show you the way!" Grover offered instantly. I rolled my eyes. Satyrs were always so desperate.
"We know the way," said Zoë flatly. "Oh, really, it's no trouble. It's easy to get lost here, if you don't-" Grover then proceeded to trip over a canoe, and came right back up, still talking. "-like my old daddy goat used to say! Come on!"
Zoë rolled her eyes, but followed him without comment, lifting her bag to her shoulders, the other Hunters trailing behind. Seriously, they followed her like a bunch of lovesick puppies. It was like they were taken over by the pod people, and they all had the same thoughts. Dammit, I really do have to stop the scary movie marathons!
"Take care, sweethearts!" called Apollo to the Hunters.
Apollo winked at Percy. "What out for those prophecies, Percy. I'll see you soon."
"What do you mean?"
The sun god didn't answer, but only hopped back into his chariot. "Later, Thalia, and uh, be good!" He gave me a creeper smile, and drove off, leaving only a blast of heat behind him.
Well, what the heck did that mean? 'Be good'? Cryptic much?
"Who's Chiron?" asked Nico. "I don't have his figurine."
"Our activities director," answered Percy. "He's… well, you'll see."
"If those Hunter girls don't like him, that's good enough for me. Let's go," grunted Nico. Oh, he was already hating the Hunters! I must be rubbing off on him! I had a good feeling about this kid.
As we walked to the Big House, I noticed the emptiness from camp. I knew most campers went home for the year, but the place looked deserted. Beckendorf was doing something at the forge, the Stoll brothers were picking the lock on the camp store, and the Ares cabin were having a snowball fight. It was the same usual stuff that happened at camp, just at a lower dose of demigod-ness, with all the people gone.
We reached the Big House, decorated with yellow and red flame decorations, not really Christmas colors, but I doubted Mr. D wanted to be "traditional" and put red and green together.
Inside, Mr. D and Chiron were playing a quiet game of cards, the smell of hot chocolate wafting around the room.
Chiron was in his wheelchair, probably hiding the fact that he was a centaur for Nico's sake.
Percy! Thalia!" smiled Chiron when he saw us. "Ah, this must be-"
"Nico di Angelo," answered Percy. "He and his sister are half-bloods."
Chiron let out a relieved breath. "You succeeded then."
"Well…" Percy said hesitantly.
Chiron's smile dropped. "What's wrong? And where is Annabeth?"
Percy and I shifted nervously, but didn't answer.
"Oh, dear," said Mr. D in a mocking voice. "Not another one lost."
I resisted the urge to yell at him, shouting that he didn't care about any of us, a few bits of profane language here and there, but a warning look from Chiron told me to keep my mouth shut.
"What do you mean? Who else is lost?" I asked instead.
Grover decided to trot in just then, and I had to cover my mouth with my hand to hide a snicker. He had a black eye and an angry red mark that look suspiciously like a hand. Ha, Grover just got bitch-slapped! "The Hunters are all moved in!"
"The Hunters, eh?" frowned Chiron. "I see we have much to talk about. Grover, perhaps you should take our young friend to the den and show him our orientation film," he said, looking at Nico.
"But… oh, right. Yes, sir," said Grover.
"Orientation film? Is it G or PG? 'Cause Bianca is kinda strict-"
"It's PG-13," said Grover.
"Cool!" said Nico happily and followed him out of the room.
"Now, perhaps you two should sit down and tell us the whole story," said Chiron said to Percy and I.
I got myself comfortable in a chair by the fire and waited for Percy to begin. When we were done explaining all that had happened, Chiron turned to Mr. D.
"We should launch a search for Annabeth immediately."
"I'll go!" Percy and I said at the same time."
"Certainly not!" Mr. D sniffed.
I started complaining to him, Percy echoing me, but the wine god held up his hand. He had the look in his eyes that said "If you don't shut up, I'm going to do something painful to you now". I closed my mouth and waited for an answer.
"From what you have told me," said Mr. D, "we have broken even on this escapade. We have, ah, regrettably lost Annie Bell-"
"Annabeth!" snapped Percy angrily, and I shot him a warning glance.
"Yes, yes," Mr. D waved him off. "And you procured a small annoying boy to replace her. So I see no point in risking further half-bloods on a ridiculous rescue. The possibility is very great that this Annie girl is dead."
I wanted to strangle Mr. D until he begged for mercy. Why did it have to be this century that Zeus decided to cast him off to camp? I mean, there were plenty of other times in the future that would have been much easier.
"Annabeth may be alive," said Chiron, but his optimistic words sounded forced. "She's very bright. If… if our enemies have her, she will try to play for time. She may even pretend to cooperate."
"That's right," I agreed. "Luke would want her alive."
"In which case," Mr. D interrupted, "I'm afraid she will have to be smart enough to escape on her own."
Percy stood up, his chair pushed violently away.
"Percy," warned Chiron, his eyes flashing.
"You're so glad to lose another camper. You'd like it if we all disappeared!" yelled Percy to Mr. D.
"You have a point?" said Dionysus, stifling a yawn.
"Yeah. Just because you were sent here as a punishment, doesn't mean you have to be a lazy jerk! This is your civilization, too. Maybe you could try helping out a little!" shouted Percy.
Mr. D's eyes got a dangerous look to them, and he opened his mouth to say something, probably having to do with Percy dying a slow painful death, when Nico and Grover burst into the room.
"SO COOL!" yelled Nico. "You're… you're a centaur!" he held his hands out to Chiron in amazement.
"Yes, Mr. di Angelo, if you please. Though, I prefer to stay in human form in this wheelchair for, ah, first encounters," said Chiron nervously.
"And, whoa! You're the wine dude? No way!"
Mr. D gave Nico a scathing look. "The wine dude?"
"Dionysus, right? Oh, wow! I've got your figurine!" said Nico excitedly.
"My figurine."
"In my game, Mythomagic. And a holofoil card, too! And even though you've only got like five hundred attack points and everybody thinks this you're the lamest god card, I totally think your powers are sweet!"
"Ah," said Mr. D, looking a tad confused. "Well, that's… gratifying."
"Percy," said Chiron quickly, while Mr. D was distracted. "You and Thalia go down to the cabins. Inform the campers we'll be playing capture the flag tomorrow evening."
"Capture the flag? But we don't have enough-"
"It is a tradition, a friendly match, whenever the Hunters visit."
"Yeah," I murmured under my breath. "I bet it's real friendly."
Chiron subtly jerked his head toward Mr. D, who was still looking at Nico. "Run along now."
"Oh, right," I said as I caught on. "Come on, Percy."
I dragged him out of the Big House before Dionysus could turn him into a glass of wine and drink him.
"You've already got Ares on your bad side," I scolded him as we walked to the cabins. "You need another immortal enemy?"
"Sorry," grumbled Percy. "I couldn't help it. It's just so unfair."
I stopped next to the armory, and looked across camp to where my tree was. Or, what was my tree.
"Percy, everything is unfair," I murmured. "Sometimes I wish…"
I didn't finish, but my voice must have sounded sad.
"We'll get Annabeth back," comforted Percy. "I just don't know how yet."
"First I found out that Luke is lost," I mumbled. "Now Annabeth-"
"Don't think like that."
I straightened up. "You're right. We'll find a way."
We spotted some Hunters shooting hoops at the basketball court, but one of them was arguing with an Ares camper. Uh, oh. This was not going to be good.
"I'll break that up," I said with a sigh. "You circulate around the cabins. Tell everybody about capture the flag tomorrow."
"Alright. You should be team captain."
"No, no," I argued. "You've been at camp longer. You do it."
"We can uh… co-captain or something," said Percy.
I nodded, even though a part of me knew that we would most likely be tearing each other's throat out by the first ten minutes of it.
I started walking to the court when Percy called to me.
"Hey, Thalia."
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry about what happened at Westover. I should've waited for you guys," he continued.
"S'okay, Percy. I probably would've done the same thing." I fidgeted, debating on whether I should say more. "You know, you asked about my mom and I kinda snapped at you. It's just… I went back to find her after seven years, and I found out she died in Los Angeles." My voice cracked, and I took a shaky breath. "She, um… she was a heavy drinker, and apparently she was out driving late one night about two years ago, and…" I couldn't continue.
"I'm sorry."
"Yeah, well. It's… it's not like we were ever close. I ran away when I was ten. Best two years of my life were when I was running around with Luke and Annabeth. But still-"
"That's why you had trouble with the sun van."
I looked at him warily. What was he talking about? "What do you mean?"
"The way you stiffened up. You must've been thinking about your mom, not wanting to get behind the wheel."
I looked at him, almost sizing him up. Was he making fun of me?
I sighed. Right now, I didn't really care. "Yeah. Yeah, that must've been it."
I quickly walked toward the basketball court before Percy could say anything else. I didn't want to spill my guts out any more today then I already have.
"Hey, hey, what's going on?" I asked as I reached the two arguing people.
"These Hunters think they own the court. Me and my buds wanna have a game. Thalia, tell them to get lost. It's our camp, we get dibs."
The Hunters glared at the Ares camper, and one reached for her bow, only stopping when I shot her a warning glance.
"You guys are arguing like two-year-olds. Ever heard of a thing called sharing? It's where you split things evenly. Hunters, one side of the court, Ares kids the other. It's really not that hard to cooperate, guys," I said with a sigh.
"How can you play a game with only half a court? This is so dumb. Why do the Hunters have to stay here?" asked an Ares camper grumpily.
"Do you think we want to stay here, with you disgusting boys? And besides, we could totally beat you in a game," said a Hunter, spinning the basketball on her finger.
"Oh, it's on. You sissies are going down. Whoever wins gets to stay on the court. Game to ten," said the Ares camper.
"Fine," smiled the Hunter. "Just get ready to be beaten."
I rolled my eyes and walked off the court. They could take their anger out on each other, I wasn't in the mood for arguing. I walked toward the Pavilion, where they were setting up dinner, and grabbed a plate, filling it with food.
I scraped a bit of pizza into the brazier, muttering "To Zeus" before sitting down at my lonely table to eat in silence before returning to my cabin for the night.
Annabeth
The first thing I thought consciously was that my head hurt. And not your normal headache, but a mind-splitting migraine. It took me a while to remember what the heck had happened to me before it all came rushing back.
Dr. Thorn, being hurled off a cliff, everything going black. I opened my eyes and found myself lying on the ground, my mouth practically eating the dirt.
I lifted my head up, spitting, trying to get the earth taste out of my mouth. I was hungry, but this wasn't exactly my first choice for filling my stomach. I pushed myself onto my knees, and looked around.
Where ever I was, it certainly wasn't Maine. Fog surrounded me. It felt like early fall, with the wind chilly, but still hot enough for me to be able to feel my fingers without any problem. I appeared to be on a dark hill, maybe a mountain, but the sky didn't seem quite right. If I were claustrophobic, I would have felt as if it was closing in on me somehow.
I stumbled to my feet, my head spinning. How long had I been out? And more importantly, where on earth was Dr. Thorn? I saw a faint blood trail and began to follow it. Whatever the Hunters had done must've made some real damage to him. I didn't think he could lose so much blood.
Old broken columns began to appear, Ancient Greek-like in their architectural style, made of black marble. Seriously, where the heck was I?
"Thorn! Where are you! Why did you bring me here?" I called, climbing over a broken wall, my voice dissipating in the fog. When I reached the top of the wall, I gasped.
A boy was in front of me, crumpled on the ground, trying unsuccessfully to stand. His blond hair was dirty with who-knows-what, and his clothes were shredded.
Luke.
"Annabeth! Help me! Please!" he called, and my heart beat faster at the sound of his voice, my body betraying me, even when my mind knew he was evil.
I ran forward anyway, tears starting to fall down my face from my inability to deny him. I reached down to touch his face, but hesitated.
"What happened?" I asked.
"They left me here," Luke groaned painfully. "Please. It's killing me."
"Why should I trust you?" I said, trying to sound strong, but only my hurt sounded.
"You shouldn't," Luke told me. "I've been terrible to you. But if you don't help me, I'll die."
I was caught between a rock and a hard place. Luke had betrayed me, had tried to kill Percy, my best friend. But he was also the one who gave me my dagger. Had he changed? Was he… good again?
The darkness Luke was holding began to crumble, and Luke was pushed lower to the ground. I rushed forward to hold it just as a crack appeared, threatening to cause an avalanche.
The pain hit me, my muscles aching, my head pounding, and I was forced to crouch to hold the massive weight. My eyes had weird black spots, and I was finding it hard to think rationally.
"Thanks," I heard Luke say, and figured he had rolled free.
"Help me hold it," I managed to say, groaning in pain.
"I knew I could count on you," his voice told me, but I couldn't look at him. The pain was too much.
"HELP ME!" I begged, my arms and legs shaking with effort of holding this massive thing.
"Oh, don't worry," his voice floated over. "Your help is on the way. It's all part of the plan. In the meantime, try not to die."
I couldn't answer. Everything just hurt too much. Emotionally and physically.
He'd done it again.
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