Odyssey

Homeless

Annabeth returned back to Athens. No one greeted her, or celebrated her return, not even her adoptive parents came to say hello. The Olympic treaty was still active until the next day, then the war would resume. And Percy and her would be enemies once again. She didn't want to see Percy in another battlefield, and doubts of why she didn't take up his offer filled her brain.

Then her mind was filled with Percy, his scar covered body, his touch and his penis, she calmed down after that. But then, she remembered. One of the kings of Sparta had just tried to kill him, and he was going back to Sparta to confront them. She cursed herself silently, her heart beat faster than ever, and felt like it was being ripped from her chest. What the hell was she doing, she should have gone with him, they should have ran away together, ran so far away. That the Greek world wouldn't be able to think about finding them.

After a month had passed, Annabeth was still tearing herself apart. Her heart ached non-stop, and her mind and body longed for him. Then she overheard something that shattered her world.

"The Spartan Warrior Perseus is dead!" a soldier cheered, then a dozen other cheers rang out. Annabeth grabbed the man by the collar of his armor.

"What did you just say?" she growled. The man, started to shake at the terrifying sight.

"King Luke of Sparta declared Perseus to be a traitor for killing King Paul. And King Luke took the throne from his dead father. And King Luke said he killed Perseus in a 1 on 1 duel to the death. And Perseus died easily," the man said, now soiling his tunic. Annabeth let him go, he fell to the ground. She didn't realize she lifted the man into the air, before letting him go.

Annabeth nearly collapsed from the news. How could she? How could she?! How could she! She left him, to die alone, betrayed by the one he called brother! How could she!

Annabeth gathered her strength, ripped off her armor and military tunic, then threw on a old ratty tunic. She didn't bother leaving a note for her adoptive parents, she figured they wouldn't have even noticed she left. She bought a small fishing boat, and sailed away from the docks of Athens. Her former home.

She didn't care about Athens anymore, she didn't care about the war anymore. She only cared about Percy, and something inside of her, knew. He was still out there. There was no way he would have died that easily. She was going to Sparta, to find her true love. She new he had to be out there, and she knew she was going to find him. If she had to crush that coward Luke to find him, so be it.

Rage filled her body, her hand shook in a red-hot anger, that made sailing harder than it needed to. Since she was now in a single person fishing boat, and not a large military ship. It took her close to a month to reach Sparta's docks.

Annabeth was now dirty, smelled like fish, and covered her hair in old fish wrappings, to hind her identity. She didn't know if anyone knew what she looked like, but she wasn't going to take the chance. She docked, and landed off to the side of Sparta's large docks, she had to walk a few miles until she reached Sparta. Annabeth took a moment to stare at the large red city, taking a moment to think about Percy, and how he grew up here.

Annabeth wandered around the city, until she found the large palace were the two kings stayed. It was closed to the public, but that didn't stop her. She broke through a window, and snuck inside. It was quiet, as she snuck through the red decorative halls. Then she came into a large room, with two large thrones. As Annabeth was about to go deeper into the building, she felt a sharp prick on the back of her neck.

"Who do you think you are?" a rough voice said. "Turn around slowly."

Annabeth listened, and slowly turned around. A large girl, with bared teeth, was aiming her spear right at Annabeth's heart. "What are you doing here?" she growled.

"I came to find out what happened to Percy," Annabeth said, slowly getting to her feet.

"Why?" the girl said with squinted eyes, pressing the tip of her spear against Annabeth's chest.

"Because, I love him, and I want to run away with him," Annabeth said, feeling the sting of tears form in her eyes.

The girls eyes went wide, "Your Annabeth Chase! The Princess of Athens! It's said you deserted, is that true?"

"Yes," Annabeth said. "I should have deserted with Percy when he asked, but I insisted we wait. Now he's...he's... dead... I just want to know—"

"He's not dead," the girl said. "My name is Princess Clarisse."