Circe's revenge- a Percy Jackson genderbend (New version)

Spells and Screams (Re-Rewritten)

Far away, on an island formerly controlled by pirates, there sat a lone sorceress—an immortal full of rage and with a burning need for vengeance.

Every night, she was plagued with the memory of the desecration of her island, watching as her girls narrowly escaped with their lives.

At the hands of the daughter of Athena, Circe's island had been ripped away from her. It had taken a long time for the witch to rid her once-paradise of those disgusting pirates. When she had finally subdued them all, she was much less merciful than before. Rather than just transforming and leaving them, Circe had watched with glee as they sank slowly to the sea floor, never to rise again. (Guinea pigs may be able to swim, but the stones tied to the former pirates made it quite... challenging).

However, it was to be a minor victory, doing little to lessen Circe's rage. Her fury at the daughter of Athena had been the one thing that kept her going. It had given her the strength to single-handedly overcome the most fearsome pirate crew to pollute the seas. Rather than use her usual sorcery and tricks, she'd had to lower herself to violence and force. All that anger at a girl blinded by the love of an arrogant brat of a demigod. On her island, the girl could have had all she desired, all she had dreamed.

But no, the girl had allowed that animal to control her and freed him along with the pirates. The beasts then proceeded to ransack her island, claiming it as their own and forcing her precious girls to flee. The demigod could have been happy, but noooo, she had to follow that imbecile. And what had the girl left in her wake? Nothing but ruins of Circe's once beautiful spa and resort. She did not deserve this (debatable) and would have her vengeance.

It was in those very ruins that she laid her plan, a scheme that would punish them both. The girl who had torn all she had to the ground, and the pig who had manipulated said daughter of Athena into caring for him. So, sitting in the wreckage of her once glorious paradise, the sorceress sought a way to punish the demigods who took everything from her.

And there she stayed. There, she worked relentlessly. Many years passed as she worked, experimenting with all the magic she commanded. The world outside her island faded away; neither the second Titan war nor the primordial awakening could shake her from her task.

And finally, she found it.

A way to get back at the daughter of Athena while also punishing her 'precious' partner. (She spat a lot saying that). A way to ruin what they held most dear, just as they had annihilated all she had.

The immortal sorceress tirelessly laboured over her spell of vengeance through three lunar cycles until, finally, as the harvest moon lit the early morning sky, it was done. With every ounce of magic she had pooled over the years, the goddess of sorcery cast a curse so powerful not even the gods (those assholes) would be able to break it.

With the magical backlash racking through her body, Circe fell to her knees, exhausted. Her breathing was heavy, her eyesight fuzzy. As the goddess sat there, a manic smile slowly spread on her face. Suddenly, she felt a pressure rise in her throat, bursting out in an uncontrollable cackle. The sorceress stayed like that for three days, doing nothing but laughing maniacally, until she finally passed out from exhaustion. But not before she managed one final message,

"Annabeth Chase, Perseus Jackson. Just as you have taken all from me, I shall take from you what you hold most dear. I shall take your love."

It was many hours later, and an ocean away, that a grey-eyed young woman awoke.

As Annabeth slowly opened her eyes, she was blinded by the warm rays of sunlight streaming through the window of the Athena cabin. Blinking as her eyes adjusted to the brightness, she looked around and saw the rest of her siblings slowly getting up and dressed; they all usually got up around the same time. 'Anyway, if I remember correctly,' she tried to organise her tired mind, 'I was on the beach with Percy before I fell asleep. Of course, he was sweet enough to carry me here; that's just like him.' She smiled at the mental image of her boyfriend lugging her sleeping form back up to her cabin in the night. As she gently sat up, the young hero couldn't help but feel a chill go down her spine as a soft breeze blew in. It was such a great morning; she could hear birds singing in the trees as they swayed in the wind. And, if she strained my ears, she could just about hear the slightest...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The scream echoed around the entire camp. Annabeth shot out of her bed like a spider was trying to eat her; 'I HATE spiders'; her battlefield instincts kicked in at the sound of the panicked yell. Quickly throwing on her camp clothes, she rushed out the cabin door and frantically looked around to see where the scream came from. Judging by the now crowded campground filled with tired demigods, it seemed everyone else had done the same. She saw almost every other camper standing in the open, looking around. Annabeth racked her brain to try and identify the girl who screamed, but she didn't recognise the voice. Her next thought was that Percy might know, but looking around, she couldn't spot him.

"ANNABEEEEEEEEEEETH!!!!!!!" The daughter of Athena was broken out of her thoughts by the same voice screaming... her name? 'Why would a girl I've never heard before scream my name?' Just then, she heard the same scream ring out, "ANNABEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETH!!!!!!!!!!!". At this point, she triangulated the source of the scream, and to her shock and horror, it seemed to be coming from the Poseidon cabin. Without hesitation, the hero rushed to the sea god's cabin, pushing through the crowd of groggy campers. As soon as she reached the cabin, she flung the door open, searching for the girl who screamed, as well as her boyfriend.

"Annabeth?" The call of her name was different this time, although undeniably the same voice. And yet, the voice seemed quiet, with quite a bit of hesitation. Annabeth turned slowly as she tried to find the voice's origin. To her surprise and confusion, the answer came in the form of a girl sitting on Percy's bed. Her head was on her knees, and they were tucked close to her chest. Rocking herself back and forth, the girl kept muttering in apparent disbelief, looking wholly shocked by something.

"Hey there, are you alright?" Annabeth quietly approached her. But that was when the girl looked at her, looked at her with eyes she knew off by heart. Eyes that she knew... were her boyfriend's.

"PERCY???"