Fallen

<2> Annabeth.

The last thing she remembered was unbearable pain, and unforgettable rejection and disappointment. Disappointment in her.

Annabeth opened her eyes and looked at something white which looked hard, she started to get blurry eyes and she felt her throat burn. She had never had that feeling before, it hurt. It made her face wet and her make weird noises, but her throat felt better when she was done.

"Hey." She heard a deep voice and she stopped. She looked at the ceiling more as the last of the water from her eyes rolled down the sides of her face.

"You're ok." Slowly Annabeth turned her head to see a man, a man with black hair and gorgeous sea green eyes.

Annabeth gasped and sat up quickly backing as far away a she from him on the couch.

Black wasn't a good color. It was associated with death, and rebellion. The thought of rebellion made Annabeth feel like perishing.

"Hey, hey it's ok." the man reached out to touch her but she pulled away keeping silent as she dodged his attempt to grab her.

The man stopped mid-reach and Annabeth slowly looked up from his hand to his face to see him give a her a smile of compassion.

He leaned back in his seat and looked at her. "I'm sorry I scarred you." He apologized and she just starred at him with calculating eyes to see if he was an evil being in disguise.

After a few minutes he cleared his throat and grabbed a clear glass that was on a small table next to Annabeth as she sat on the brown couch.

He moved his hand with the glass in it towards her. "I'm Percy."

Annabeth looked down at the glass with the clear liquid in it. It looked like water, but might've been some mixed drink to kill her and send her to the depths of Tartaurus. The place every angel feared.

"Would you like some water?" he asked and she looked at it skeptically for a moment before shaking her head no and looking down at the brown couch which she sat on.

For some reason she had on a very heavy hot item of clothing, it was making her hot and it seemed to weigh her down. It came down just past her bum.

Suddenly in thinking that her eyes widened. She reached her hands back and felt around her back. The pain of her own touch made her whimper but what was even worse was that there was nothing there. No wings.

Annabeth had lost her wings.

Annabeth felt that hot feeling in her throat again, she sniffled. Tears were starting to form in her eyes. She bit her lip.

"Hey, you're ok. No one's going to hurt you."

She looked over at the man who called himself 'Percy' and she saw that he had a cut on his forehead.

Instantly her own feelings shut down and as instinct she jumped onto her knees before examining his forehead grabbing his face to hold him still.

"Whoa, umm."

Percy staid still as she looked at his cut, it looked like it was made a few days ago.

"I got in a fight," Percy spoke up as he looked at the floor. "Heh, definitely lost it that's for sure."

Annabeth moved her hand and lightly touched it with her thumb rubbing it against the cut as Percy winced slight pain in his forehead. When she removed her thumb the cut was still there. It hadn't disappeared, it hadn't healed itself.

Annabeth looked at her hand before letting go of Percy's head and falling back on her legs examining her hand. She couldn't heal him. She couldn't fix the problem.