AN: just a side note, i may or may not add the songs. We shall see how it goes. And i don't own Tangled or PJO
Pascal the owl flew out onto the window sill in a slight panic. She would find him and then he would loose the game. He blended himself with the flower pot on the sill, as it was the same colour as he was, and waited, panting. Annabeth threw open the window shutters all the way expecting to find Pascal.
"HAH!" she said but didn't see him, but she did know where he would be, "Well, I guess Pascal's not hiding out here." She faked so he would let his guard down. Pascal chuckled to himself but suddenly felt Annabeth's hair wrap around his tail and yank him up into the air. "Gotcha!" the girl exclaimed. Pascal cried out in surprise. Annabeth let him down.
"That's twenty-two for me. How about twenty three out of forty five?" She asked the little grey owl. Pascal just rolled his eyes, "Okay, well, what do you want to do?" Annabeth asked. Pascal cooed and pointed outside with his wing. "Yeah, I don't think so. I like it in here, and so do you." Pascal just gave her a dead-panned look and stuck his tongue out, "Oh come on Pascal, it's not so bad in there." Annabeth said carrying the little owl back into the tower.
Annabeth had been living in that tower all her life. She had only one friend, and that was Pascal the miniature owl. She found stuff to do. such as at seven A.M. she did the chores. Sweep, polish and wax, do laundry and mop and shine up. Sweep again and by then it's like seven fifteen. So She'll read a book, or maybe two or three, add a few new paintings to her wall gallery. Annabeth will play guitar and knit and cook. But she always wondered when her life would actually begin. Then after lunch she would do puzzles and darts and baking. Papermaché, a bit of ballet and chess, pottery and ventriloquy, candle making. Then she'll stretch maybe sketch, take a climb, sew a dress. Then Annabeth will reread the books if she has time to spare. Paint the walls some more, there must be room somewhere. And then she'll brush and brush and brush and brush her 70 ft long hair. Stuck in the same place she's always been. And she'll keep wondering when will her life begin.
"Tomorrow night, the lights will appear. Just like they do on my birthday each year. What is it like out there where they glow. Now that I'm older, mother might just let me go." Annabeth sang quietly to herself as she finished up her latest wall painting of the lights she saw only on her birthday, dreaming of seeing them for herself.
AN: sorry it's so short. Im just going by the scenes in the movie. The next one will be about Percy (Flynn). Keep reviewing/favouriting/following. it keeps me going. Also, who should Percy's partners in crime be?