A/N
This is based on a headcanon I saw in Instagram wherein Annabeth's hand slips and she falls down Tartarus alone. *Cries*
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He watches as she falls deep down the ravine
He cries and tries to jump after her
They hold him back as much as they can
In fear of losing another great mind.
Tears roll down his tired face
He screams as they pack their attained prize.
He stands and swears to the River Styx
He will get his revenge no matter what it takes.
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Thoughts of a Scripturient
PoesíaCover by: wxlfprincess Collection of thoughts and poems. Scripturient - possessing passion to write
