Percabeth One Shots

He's Dead

Annabeth was just getting back from her visit home to visit her dad. Once she crossed the border, she noticed the storm. It never stormed at Camp Half Blood- it was practically impossible. But yet it was storming. Something must be up she thought. As she made her way over to where the clouds seemed to be spinning the most, she saw a crowd of demigods clumped around something. Or someone. Annabeth rushed over to her brother Malcolm, who was gazing intently at something- almost as if he were watching a movie.

"What's happening. I just arrived and saw the storm," Annabeth asked over the roar of the gushing wind.

"You better see for yourself Annabeth. It's pretty bad," he answered, never taking his eyes off something.

Annabeth finally decided to push through the crowd so she could see for herself. She was worried and she had no idea where Percy was. Maybe he would tell her? As she got to the front of the crowd she saw someone kneeling with their arms out. She tried to study his face but the mist seemed to block her vision. Annabeth knew this person may be in danger and since no one was trying to help, she rushed into the storm.

The storm raged around her and she pushed against the wind to reach the kneeling demigod. Annabeth reached what must've been the eye of the storm and she saw him.

Percy Jackson, the love of her life, was kneeling down with tears streaming out of his closed eyes. He seemed to be mumbling something, almost as if arguing with someone. He must be the one causing the storm and you could tell he was not paying attention to what he was doing. It was almost natural for him, a second nature.

Annabeth gazed at him before she rushed at him and pulled him into her arms. "What happened Percy," she asked quietly.

3 hours previously

Percy Jackson was making his way to the dining pavilion when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He was not in the mood to talk with anyone- he was tired and had a terrible dream. Something was trying to speak to him in it- something awful. It was trying to convince him to do something evil. Percy usually could ignore these dreams but this time, he was tempted. The thing in his mind, the evil, was getting stronger. He felt another tap on his shoulder and he turned around to see Piper smiling at him.

"Hey Perce! You getting some food?" She smiled.

"Yeah that's why I would be going to the dining pavilion right? Unless you're too stupid to even figure that out." Percy spat.

"Are you joking Percy? What happened?" Piper asked, concerned.

"Why? You wanna gossip about it to your dumb cabin? I have no idea what went through Hera's head when she chose you for the quest. You are nothing. Nothing but a daughter of Aphrodite," Percy hissed as he stepped closer to her. He could see the pain cross Piper's face and he felt a sense of smugness about that.

"Percy seriously. This is not you! If you won't tell me what happened, I can't help you," Piper pleaded.

Percy laughed and retorted, "as if I would need help from a stupid Aphrodite kid." Piper glared at him and stomped off, probably to complain to Jason.

Percy continued his journey to the dining pavilion, still annoyed by Piper. Who was she to tell him that he needed help? He was better and more powerful than all these demigods combined. If he wanted to, he could probably overthrow Zeus.

Once he arrived at the dining pavilion, Percy sat all alone at his table with some pancakes, which he didn't even sacrifice to the gods. Percy felt real special doing that, so imagine if he destroyed the gods. It's not like the gods are any help. That voice in his head was making more sense every minute.