Percabeth Backstory - Part 1

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A/N-Hey guys! What do you think of the aesthetics till now? Are they good? What can I improve. Btw, the one I made in this chapter, took me A LOT of time, so I hope you like it!

Now on with the story!

~Annabeth POV~

6 days. It had been six days since I had been abandoned, left out to rot. I probably will rot, considering the last thing I ate was 6 days ago in my- I'm sorry, Helen's house. She kicked me out just a week after my father's death. Yes, Fredrick Chase died. If he were alive none of this would've happened in the first place. Helen was kind to me during my father's living days but she turned into a bitch right after the funeral. Guess I can't trust anyone.

Anyway, I'm sitting in an alleyway right next to the bakers. I'm planning to steal the bread from there but that will get me into more deep shit. It's summer here yet I feel like a popsicle.

Another few minutes pass as I brood and wish I was with my father right now, I would've been safe. Dead, but safe. Safe from the poison words by Helen, safe from the cold, safe from hunger.

Then I sea a shadowed figure, even though it's a silhouette I can make out it's a boy. The boy throws burnt bread at me and goes back to the bakery. He comes back a few minutes later and finds me hungrily gobbling up my bread.

"Being some Peeta Mellark are we?" I say, finally finishing the bread. The boy looks shocked at the mention of the Panem hero who helped defeat the Capitol. He is at a loss for words. I take that time to study him. He has raven black hair, stunning sea-green eyes like the ocean in which you could get lost in, and stunning tanned skin.

His shock expression turned into a troublemaker smirk and he opened his mouth to speak "Maybe, maybe not. Would you at least tell me why you're alone in this alleyway looking like you haven't eaten for days?"

"Because I haven't and why would I tell a complete stranger about my life?"

"Cause that stranger gave you bread and is willing to offer you food and shelter."

"Lemme think about it." I weighed my options. I needed shelter and food, but could I trust him? Sure he was the same age as me but he could betray me anytime. But he seemed nice. 

Hot too.
Shut up, conscience.

"Done yet, wise girl?" He joked

"You know that's a compliment right?"

His grin was washed away and I smirked.

"Anyway, I thought about your offer, and I'll accept as long as you introduce yourself. I need to know the person who's offering me shelter."

"Fair point. My name is Percy Jackson. And I'm twelve." 

"Percy Jackson? THE Percy Jackson, the crowned prince of New Panem? Ya right and President Snow was loyal."

"He wasn't."

"Exactly."

"Believe it or not I am the crowned prince of New Panem, I have proof!"

"Really? Show me, you-so called-'prince'"

He held up his phone (A/N - yes, phones exist in this time period.) and showed me a photo of a painting in the royal hall.

"This is me." He pointed at the petite boy with the same raven hair and sea-green eyes "And these are my parents." He pointed at the couple standing behind him.

"If you really were the prince then how are you roaming around freely with no body guards to protect you?"

"Because Aunt Hestia's in charge during summer." He explained "My parents have gone to my brother Tyson's kingdom, he's very young but very responsible. So father and mother gave him one of our smaller kingdoms. They have left aunt Hestia in charge, and she's never strict and lets me go out for the whole summer. We have a summer home in which I stay and live my life like a commoner for the summer."

"Why would you leave your royal, lavish life for living your life as a commoner?"

"It's relieving, actually. I don't have to put up fake smiles or talk to stuck-up people. Even my parents have changed, they don't act like the Sally and Poseidon I use to know and love. I just get a break from all that royal drama."

"Well at least your Aunt cares for you." I muttered.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, I guess I can trust you a bit. Now, lets go to your summer house."


A/N- Look, I didn't want to kill Fredrick (sea what I did there?) It just fit in my story. Pls tell me how you felt about this chapter btw.

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