Experiencing Percabeth

A Little Fairytale (Part One)

(A/N: Hey guys! I'm back. Sooner than I thought I would be. I got the inspiration to do this story today and it makes me delay in updating my other stories! Let's do this! Enjoy!

I do not own any of the Percy Jackson characters. Or Cinderella storyline.

Warning: This does contain major angst, but the ending is happy. I promise.)

Annabeth Chase was a happy child, she grew up in a happy home and had two loving parents.

Annabeth had stormy gray eyes and golden ringlets of hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall of gold. She had tanned skin from all of her days in the sun and she was the kindest, smartest little girl you could ever meet. If you needed help, she was there in an instant. If you said hello, she would chirp it back at you. Annabeth was a happy child.

Her mother was a goddess of beauty. She had straight, golden hair and beautiful brown eyes. She had fair skin and her smile was like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. Her mother's name was Athena, the same as one of the Queen's in their land. Her father had light brown eyes and brown hair that he kept close-cropped short and he had a beard that was kept short and neat. He was the example of a fine man; he was as smart as the nobles (a very hard feat to achieve) and he was as strong as a bull. His name was Frederick.

Her parents carried themselves with kindness, elegance, and intelligence. Her parents would hold intellectual debates in front of Annabeth, so Annabeth could learn and voice her own opinions in time when they had those discussions. Annabeth's parents taught her how to read and write and educated her in the highest of fashions. Athena taught Annabeth basic etiquette, Frederick taught Annabeth how to fence. Her parents made her laugh, more importantly they made each other laugh. Their laughs sounded like the tinkling of chimes and they were what made Annabeth smile the widest.

Annabeth lived happily until sadness wiggled its way into her happy home. It began when her mother would feel dizzy from standing too long or feeling ill from nearly smelling certain foods. Athena would halt in debates to sit down and she would look green of face. It became so bad that Athena could not leave her bed.

Annabeth was not permitted to see her mother, no matter how many times she begged her father.

"Father, when can I see Mother?" Annabeth asked. Frederick looked down upon his sad daughter with pitiful eyes.

"Not yet, my love. I'll let you know as soon as you can." Frederick forced a smile. He saw the hope being restored in his daughter's eyes.

"I'll wait," Annabeth said, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

"Now, let's go for a walk outside, shall we?" her father asked. Annabeth nodded eagerly.

"Alright, let's go then."

The two, father and daughter, linked arms and walked outside. Frederick worried dearly for his wife, but he had a child to take care of as well.

Athena would have wanted me to do this, he thought.

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Athena Chase lost her battle with that deadly illness. Sadness struck the household like a ton a bricks on a patch of pavement.

The once vibrant colors were dull and the once happy demeanor exploding with its loveliness was no more. The breeze had stilled. It seemed like the world was mourning for the loss of Athena Chase. Alien, hot tears slipped down Annabeth's face as sadness and agony wormed their way into her world and her heart.

Her mother was gone. Just like that. Like a click of two heels or a snap fingers. She was gone.

She was gone.