This is Annabeth's pov when Percy get's sent to Calypso's island. I know it's not an original idea, but this is my take on the situation.
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"PERCY!" I screamed. I packed years of pent-up frustration, tears, and emotions into that one single word. That beautiful name of that beautiful boy. I packed my freaking soul into that word.
I heard it, then I felt it. The roar deafened me, and the shock-wave blasted me forward into the door of Hephaestus' forge. My head, ears, and heart were bleeding, but I pulled myself together enough to open the door. I stepped in, and looked at the deformed god. My eyes were puking dirty tears.
He got up and lumbered towards me. I wasn't afraid. If Percy was dead, then I had to stand up like he would. I held my chin defiantly, and Hephaestus said, "I suppose I won't say I told you so." I couldn't keep my face straight. I could feel it scrunch up, and I cried even harder, if that was possible. I let out sobs of agony, and I think he pitied me. He touched my forehead, and suddenly I was back at camp. I was standing ankle-deep in the ocean, and it reminded me of Percy, which brought on a new wave of hurt.
I crouched down, holding my knees to my chin. I imagined how pathetic I looked, and I hated it. The tears just kept coming. I didn't understand how one person could hurt so much and not break. I envisioned myself crouched on the beach, weak and alone... I loathed it. So, I allowed myself one more tear. After that, I got up, brushed the sand off me, and marched into camp.
Silena saw me first. Her eyes widened, and she mouthed the word no. She ran for me, and pulled me into a sisterly embrace.
"Stop," I said. "You're just going to make me cry again." Silena pulled away, but didn't release my hand. She led me toward the Big House, and there was a lot of whispering behind hands as we walked. I swear everyone at camp asked me where Percy, Tyson, and Grover were. I told them all the same thing: "Chiron will explain later."
"Well Princess, where's Prissy?" Clarisse demanded, stepping in front of me. I was fed up with answering people, and my eyes were watering again, but I tried not to let her see it. That would just make her gloat more. Instead, I just walked around her. I heard her yelling at me to come back, but I ignored her.
We walked in the door, Chiron sat by the fire, in human-form. Mr. D was still gone on errands for Zeus, and I didn't complain. Chiron took one look at me, and one at Silena, then said, "Silena, perhaps some hot chocolate is in order?" She nodded and headed for the kitchen. As soon as she was gone, Chiron told me in a hushed voice, "Annabeth, tell me everything that happened."
I did.
I didn't tell him about me kissing Percy, but I think he suspected that something happened between us. When I told him that Percy sacrificed himself to save me, I could physically see Chiron age several years. Great. Now I was choking back tears again. Silena brought me my hot-chocolate, and left, thank the Gods. I didn't want anybody seeing me like this.
After about a half hour, two boxes of Kleenex and a cold mug of hot chocolate, I was ready to try to look presentable. I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. The girl I saw there was still seven years old. She had puffy, red-rimmed, grey eyes, and her hair looked worse than Medusa's. She was covered from head-to-toe in grime, except for the clean tear-tracks from her eyes to her chin.
I felt like that frightened seven year old too. What was I supposed to do? Percy was my rock, the thing that was always constant in my ever-changing life. If he wasn't there, then who could I turn to? Who would own that shoulder that I needed to cry on? Who would constantly cheer me up with smart-alec remarks? Who would annoy me to the point of insanity? Who would I talk to, argue and laugh with?... Who would I love?
