Annabeth
Hazel volunteered her private suite in the city circle for Annabeth to stay the night. Unfortunately, Annabeth lost her nerve and didn't talk to Hazel about Percy.
Hazel tried to make small talk but lost incentive by Annabeth's lack of energy. She quietly made her bed on the couch until Hazel went to sleep. Annabeth put her face in her hands. One of her best friends, the one she wanted to make her dead boyfriends shroud with, had tried and failed to make Small talk with her.
Annabeth opened the front door and walked out into the night. The camp was dark and cold, Annabeth wished she knew what happened to her jacket. It was a gift from Percy, now both he and it were gone forever.
Annabeth walked around the camp for quite a while. She found herself in a completely abandoned place. A gorgeous small shrine. It was covered in vines, shielded from the camp by trees, and the fountain was still running. Annabeth smiled softly. She sat on the edge of the fountain. She laid back and closed her eyes.
She must've fallen asleep. Because she settled into a dream.
Annabeth was standing inside a hollow tower. Stars glittered on the walls all around her. She looked down, she couldn't see the bottom.
"You've been here before." A voice echoed all around her.
She knew that voice. "Octavian?"
"Hello," The voice was only behind her now.
Annabeth turned around. A hooded figure stood behind her. It was Ruin: the man they identified as the leader of the Dark Elites. She'd only ever seen him in photographs. He stood perfectly still. Like he was frozen in time.
"... Octavian?"
Ruin tilted to the right, stiff as a board until he fell into the chasm.
Someone gasped behind her. A body was tied up on the ground. "Percy!"
She dove into the metal walkway and rolled him onto his back. He had long slashes on his face.
"Annabeth..." He croaked, his voice breaking with every syllable.
She untied his hands. He reached up and touched her face.
"I love you," He said. "Don't give up on me."
"I didn't! I swear... I'm sorry."
Percy reached up and wipe a tear from her face.
"I didn't mean to give up; I just got tired. I won't stop"
"Pay attention, Wise Girl."
Before she could ask what he was talking about, the door behind her busted open. Gunshots filled the room, deflecting off the walkway, and hitting the star painted walls.
"He should've known better," A blonde girl said. "To hide somewhere so undermanned."
A brunette girl appeared by her side. "No. He wouldn't, this must not be the only place, Percy escaped before because his mental presence was weak, his main focus must be somewhere else. "
"Is he alive?" The blonde one was looking at her.
Annabeth blinked. "You mean Percy?"
She looked back, the girl was talking to a man who had been taking someone's pulse. Octavian.
"Injured. Not dead." He reported.
"Get them out of here. Now." The blonde one said with authority.
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Percy Jackson and the Dark Elites
FanfictionRuin is coming. Gaea is dead, Kronos is gone, and Camp Half Blood is finally peaceful. Too peaceful for anyone who's smart. Secrets are revealed, boundaries are tested, and lives are sacrificed. The line between right and wrong is crossed and must b...