Fallen

<3> Annabeth.

"Annabeth, how old are you?"

Sally's words ran through Annabeth's head as she sat looking at the beautiful woman with brown locks and blue eyes.

Annabeth had never really thought about it before. How old was she?

Annabeth looked down at her own fragile form, she didn't know what to think. She didn't know how old she was, she didn't even know where she was. She just missed her old home.

Then a memory came to Annabeth's mind. Something about a number. 1,700.

"S-seventeen." Annabeth finally mustered out as she looked at her hands.

Sally sighed, "Just one year younger than Percy." She shook her head and sat on the couch where Annabeth's feet were at.

"Do you have a family?" Sally asked and Annabeth looked up towards the whiteness that looked hard. Annabeth imagined that it was. It looked different than the sky.

Annabeth remembered the man, the one whom she knew well. Blonde hair like her own, tan body and firm build. A bright smile. Light grey eyes like her own.

"Malcolm." She sighed and smiled remembering her brother whom she had been close too. They were practically born at the same time. Same age, same interests. But for some reason. Annabeth was the one who had made the mistake. The one to fall.

She was the fallen.

Annabeth sniffled.

"Who's Malcolm?" Sally asked lightly laying her hand on Annabeth's soft dainty leg.

Annabeth looked at the couch in between her legs. She didn't know if she should tell anybody about him. If he was still in the old realm which she had once lived in, he might be exposed. Annabeth shouldn't of even breathed his name or thought of him. If there was any other.... Beings near. They could sense what she was talking about an attack her brother.

"I-I knew him once." Annabeth stuttered trying to find a way to keep in as much information about her brother as possible without lying.

"But he's gone now."

Annabeth's eyes burned and she wiped away a tear with her hand.

"I'm so sorry Annabeth."

Annabeth nodded before she heard more thumps that seemed to get louder each thump. Annabeth looked up and saw Percy walk in, smiling in sympathy at Annabeth before he sat down on the couch across from where her and Sally were sitting.

"Ok, Annabeth. I have some clothes for you that you could wear until you find a place to stay." Sally said and Annabeth nodded.

Sally rose from her seat and looked at Annabeth expectantly.

Annabeth looked over the side of the couch and saw the dark carpet with designs on it. Annabeth didn't know what they meant but she assumed each symbol had a meaning.

Annabeth slowly turned her body so that her feet were hanging over the edge of the couch which she sat comfortably on.

Annabeth took small breaths as she lowered her feet down slowly hoping she wouldn't step on a wrong symbol and somehow get cursed into oblivion and end up in eternal torture unable to help. Unable to heal.

Annabeth set her feet down and instead of what she thought she would feel she felt soft comfiness under her feet.

Annabeth sighed before slowly putting her hands on the couch and lifting the rest of her body up slowly as Sally and Percy watched her in confusion.

Finally after a moment in full stature she let go of the couch leaving all her weight to her feet.

Annabeth took a deep breath, her feet began to feel weird. They felt like they were being crushed from all the weight. She'd never actually stood on her feet before, she had no need to. She had wings.