Request: The Nightlight IncidentDrew muttered to herself as she marched from cabin to cabin. She blamed Piper for this. Well, she blamed Piper for everything, but this especially. Chiron had announced that an Aphrodite camper had to do inspection that week and dear Miss McLean had decided to take a vote as to who would be saddled with inspection duty. Drew was elected.Request: The Nightlight Incident in General Fiction More Like This
So she scowled at campers who failed to get their cabins in order in time, scribbled on her clipboard, gave the Athena cabin two out of five purely because Annabeth was dating Percy, and steered clear of Nico’s cabin altogether. He was at Camp Jupiter anyway.
When she got to Cabin Three, she knocked on the door—as was protocol— and barged in without waiting for an answer—as was her personal protocol. She had things to do anyway and this would only take a minute.
Surprisingly, Percy’s cabin was almost immaculate. Chiron had said it would take Percy some time to get used to things being so normal, so it
You and Me: The Daylight P.2Annabeth and Reyna were completely silent as they strapped on their armor. They'd bunked in the same tent, along with a few other girls. Almost everyone else was sitting around the fires outside, eating breakfast. Or trying to. There was a fearful, almost defeated atmosphere in the camp as they waited for dawn and the war to begin.You and Me: The Daylight P.2 in General Fiction More Like This
"I'm sorry about everything."
Reyna raised an eyebrow.
"You know. Destroying Circe's island. The attack on the camp, even though that wasn't our fault."
Reyna smiled vaguely. "I suppose I should apologize for almost destroying your camp, then."
"Don't worry about it."
She shook her head unbelievingly. "You and your boyfriend sound so much alike sometimes, you know that?"
"Well, we've been through a lot together." Annabeth took a shaky breath and went silent, overcome suddenly with the thought of what they were about to face.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Reyna asked
Stolen ParadiseAnnabeth watched the struggling embers try to fight back the darkness and the cold. She wished she could strengthen them somehow, but they were failing; she was frozen to the core. She tightened her hand around Percy’s and leaned her head against his shoulder.Stolen Paradise in General Fiction More Like This
They were sitting back-to-back, Percy facing away from the fire so the light wouldn’t blind him while he looked for potential threats. Not that there was much to see, though. And the fire was dying anyway so there wasn’t much light that could blind him.
Tartarus was never completely silent, which was unnerving. Normally, Annabeth appreciated some small sound, to let her know she wasn’t alone, but every echo, every moan, every creak could mean their death.
Nothing to worry about.
As the cries of monsters faded out, which they did every few minutes, Percy interrupted the silence.
“You know,” he ventured, then stopped, surprised by how loud his voice sounded. He continued in an al
You and Me: The Daylight P.3The daylight streamed through the windows and Annabeth blinked her eyes, still having difficulty adjusting to bright light. She'd woken up three times last night from nightmares, but had managed not to scream; Percy needed to rest. The only reason he hadn't had any dreams was because he was so heavily sedated.You and Me: The Daylight P.3 in General Fiction More Like This
She sat up from her uncomfortable position on the floor and gazed at him. He had a long scar along his jaw, his shoulder was heavily bandaged, and there were even more bandages around his abdomen. He'd taken a knife for her. Twice. In the bright light, all his scratches seemed to stand out more, the shadows under his eyes were a little darker, and his face was tense with pain, even in unconsciousness. His skin was still so pale from their time spent in Tartarus.
Yet, Annabeth smiled. He was so brave. Tears filled her eyes as she thought of all the things he'd done for her in the Pit, how strong and reassuring he'd been, how protective. "I love you," she wh
A Happier EndingCheers of victory erupted on the battlefield. Campers embraced and cried in relief and laid down their weapons. The wounded were carried away and cared for, and in the midst of the celebrating and mayhem, Annabeth met Percy's eyes across the rocky ground. Time seemed to slow and suddenly, it was only the two of them in silence.A Happier Ending in General Fiction More Like This
"We did it," Percy breathed, holding Annabeth's hand gently, as if she might shatter.
She wrapped her arms around him with the same gentle apprehension; neither of them could really believe it was over. "We did it," she repeated.
Too soon, they were plunged back into the real world; there were still things to be done. Annabeth tore away from Percy for a brief moment, and turned to Rachel Dare, who was standing nearby. Her frizzy red hair was flying, her coat was burned in a million places, and her face was flushed, but she was smiling.
"Now would be a really bad
You and Me: The Daylight P.1"Percy, let me go. You can't pull me up."You and Me: The Daylight P.1 in General Fiction More Like This
His face was white with effort. She could see in his eyes that he knew it was hopeless.
"Never," he said. He looked up at Nico, fifteen feet above. "The other side, Nico! We'll see you there. Understand?"
Nico's eyes widened. "But"
"Lead them there!" Percy shouted. "Promise me!"
Below them, the voice laughed in the darkness. Sacrifices. Beautiful sacrifices to wake the goddess.
Percy tightened his grip on Annabeth's wrist. His face was gaunt, scraped and bloody, his hair dusted with cobwebs, but when he locked eyes with her, she thought he had never looked more handsome.
"We're staying together," he promised. "You're not getting away from me. Never again."
Only then did she understand what would happen. A one-way trip. A very hard fall.
"As long as we're together," she said.
More Than a HeroAt first, Annabeth wasn't sure where she was. It was dark except for a faint red glow in the distance, though it was impossible to tell how far away the glow really was.More Than a Hero in General Fiction More Like This
She stood up slowly, realizing she was still in her pajamas. Barefoot. This isn't right, she thought. But it's sort of familiar
Her eyes eventually adjusted to the darkness, but what she saw in front of her made her wish she was blind. There were black, rotting trees, the sound of running water, black stones on the ground that poked her feet uncomfortably as she walked forward. She didn't want to walk forward, but didn't seem to be able to stop. She kept walking toward the sound of the water.
Annabeth was at the banks of the River Styx.
As she continued walking forward unwillingly she noticed the silhouette of a man kneeling near the water's edge. His head was bent as if in prayer, though he looked like he was in pain. Annabeth knew
WorthwhileCoach Hedge wasn’t, perhaps, the brightest of satyrs, but he was smart enough to realize that someone was going to have to stay behind and close the Doors of Death from Tartarus. No one talked about it, but he could sense that the demigods on board the Argo II were each inwardly resolved to be the one to stay behind, the one to save Percy and Annabeth. Each of them was convinced that they weren’t important enough to continue on with the quest. Their emotions were incredibly easy to read.Worthwhile in General Fiction More Like This
The only one who seemed reluctant to be anywhere near Tartarus was Nico, the son of Hades who was the newest addition to their quest. To Coach, Nico seemed terrified, worried out of his mind for Percy and Annabeth, and he was only barely keeping it together. Yet Nico had that same resolve, he’d made that same decision to be the one to stay in Tartarus. Even after everything he’d been through, all the horrors he’d seen in that hellhole, he was willing to go ba
ScarsThe war was over. It had taken everything they had, but they had finally won. The Giants were defeated and Gaea was silenced for now.Scars in General Fiction More Like This
The injuries were innumerable. The deaths, horrifying. The mental sanity of everyone participating had been compromised; everyone had lost something, everyone had lost someone.
As the bravest hero who ever lived lay on the cold, rocky ground, staring up at the cold, gray sky, bleeding onto the cold, gray stones, he thought, inexplicably, of her warm, gray eyes. The last time he'd seen her, she had taken a knife through the stomach and he hadn't even had time to try to heal her before he had been dragged off, barely able to defend himself. That was the explanation for the massive blood loss he was experiencing, the awful pain in his leg.
But he didn't feel the physical pain. He didn't feel the blood loss. Only the loss of Annabeth.