Ohmygod, guys! I haven't updated in forever! I'm so sorry about that! It's just that school's been so busy with end-of-the-year stuff, not to mention finals and... yeah. Anyways, here is chapter thirteen, and I plan on updating two chapters today to make it up to you! Summer is right around the corner, and so I hope to start updating regularly again. Thanks for sticking with me even when I didn't update for a while! Hope you enjoy, and please review!
Annabeth's POV:
The icy feeling tears through my chest. I want to sob, weep, for a million reasons, but my dignity won't let me. I am not crying in front of the enemy…
The hissing voice laughs sharply. "I'm afraid I already think of you as weak," it sneers loudly, a horrid gurgle of it rising out of its throat. My vision is blurred, white spots dancing across it, so I cannot see her.
But I know who she is- Gaea, the Earth goddess. "That is correct, young hero," she hisses, responding to me. I scowl. As much as I hated the thought of it, I needed Percy's help. He would be the only one who could defeat her. My scowl deepened.
"Stupid mortal, worrying about worthless things," Gaea chuckles darkly.
"Worthless things?" I hiss, anger bubbling in my veins. A laugh slips past my lips. It sounds foreign- an livid, evil thing. "Well, what would I expect you to know about love?" I spat.
The Earth goddess laughs.
"Foolish little girl, this whole war will be out of love, for my children. Those stupid Olympians dare defeat them?" she roars. Her anger increases, reaching its peak.
"Well no," she continues, screaming, making me cup my ears. "We will not be humiliated by those idiotic excuses you mortals call gods!" I am at my knees, shrieking, "Stop! Stop it!" Gaea stops her shouting and laughs again.
"Oh yes, I have forgotten that me yelling at its full extent would shatter your eardrums. Although I would like to, I need you alive to lure that child of Poseidon."
I wince. Vivid memories of the boy with the sea green eyes stab at my heart. I shake my head, pounding at the solid ice wall in frustration. My knuckles are bloody and they sting. The ice feeling is snaking at my chest again, knocking me breathless.
"I feel so much anger in you, daughter of Athena. It seems you hate the hero Perseus Jackson as much as I do." Gaea hisses. "You are a very intelligent girl, and an able architect. Join me, and you will have the honor of rebuilding the new Olympus, one grand and magnificent, fit for true gods."
I smile, and I am sure it looks radical, wild. "I've already done that," I chuckle darkly. "Plus, you are correct, I am intelligent. Enough to know that siding with you would be a childish mistake. You will lose the war. I know that you know. Only a fool would walk into this fight. The Olympians and demigods will win."
Gaea roars something I do not understand. A curse in ancient Greek I cannot decipher. But suddenly, a wave of snow and ice collides on me, slamming me to the ground. A muffled scream is all you hear from the mountain of snow until I black out.
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My eyes flutter open. The snow and ice is gone, but the ice wall remains. I am lying on the ground though, and I get up, propping up on my elbows. I cringe. A sharp pain rises in my spine, making me wail in agony. The white spots peak out of the corners of my sight.
I blink.
Instead of seeing the ice wall in front of me, I am seeing a blur of violet, and frizzy, caramel hair. A muffled sound vibrates in my eardrum- someone talking.
My breath catches.
How could I be so clueless? I bite my lip, and try to focus on the images, the noise. A moan of pain escapes my lips. This is draining my energy.
With raw determination and a sharp bite at the insides of my cheek, I try to send a small, simple message, "Help!"
The images stop. He has stopped moving. The vision is still blurred, but the noise has sharpened a bit- enough for me to hear a faint, "Annabeth?"
My breath catches again. His voice is worse than all the ice and snow on my skin. It is a cruel poison, making me want to double over and scream.
A painful feeling wraps around my heart, and I clench my teeth. After a gulp of air and a long exhale, I respond.
"Percy? Where are you?"
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-The TimeMachine
