Forever and Always (Percabeth AU)

Pre-1-My Dream Gets Interrupted By A Call From Death-Annabeth

Crash! The sound of glass shattering pierced my hearing.
The sweet flowery scent of my sister, Lyda's perfume wafted by my nose. That fashion freak.

This is the third time she spilled her perfume in the living room.

Hi. I'm Annabeth Chase. I'm the youngest daughter of King Fredrick. I'm a princess of Athens. My oldest brother is Malcolm. Then there's Lyda. She is my very mean stepsister, along with Brooklyn and Brynn. The two are twins.

Don't forget about Karen. Completely beauty-obsessed. And of course, my brother Jayden.

And then there's me, Annabeth, the youngest, most obviously...most obviously unnoticed. I live in the shadow of my older siblings.

But something else you should know. Beneath my gold wrist cuffs, I have a really strange symbol that tends to glow when I get angry. It...sometimes even shoots out blasts of power...

Anyway...

"Annabeth!" My brother, Prince Malcolm's voice shook me out of my thoughts.

"What?" I asked. He's the only one that cares about me.

"Just saying hi!" He laughed.

I hugged him. I love him so much.

"Annabelle!" Came Lyda's voice. I sighed. Eleven years, and she doesn't know my name.

"It's ANNABETH." Me and Malcolm say at the same time.

"Whatever." She said. "Annabelle, go clean up the mess in the living room."

"It's not my mess, Lyda." I retorted. "You spilled your perfume, not me."

"Do it. Or else I'm calling my guard." She threatened. Feeling the love. Really feeling the love.

"Sis, she's just eleven!" Malcolm protested. "She's no servant of-"

"Don't you have knight training, brother?" Lyda asked.

He sighed and walked out the door.

Lyda turned on me.
"Go." She snarled.

I sighed. I went to the living room. It was completely scented with the perfume spill.
As I got a cloth, my sister sauntered off. I hate Lyda.

My family was the reason I ran away when I was seven. I came back, duh, but they treated me worse than ever.

It was already dusk, and I was still cleaning it up. I was missing dinner.
When it was night, I finally finished mopping up the mess.

Brynn came in, smiling fake-sweetly. "Sorry, sis." She said. "You missed dinner."

I punched her shoulder, and she doubled over. I went to my room, and sat on the bed, immensely hungry.

Malcolm came in.

"Hi." I muttered.

"Sorry you missed dinner, sis." He said. He was like the only one who sounded truly sorry.

"Uh huh." I mumbled.

"It's okay. I'd beat up Lyda if I could...but...you know dad. Ever since mom..." He trailed off, looking down.

My mom had...well...disappeared. When I was three. She...I...I had a very vague memory of her. But I remembered she was the best mom ever.

Malcolm reached over and touched my cheek. Then I realized that he was brushing away a tear. That I was crying.

"Yeah." He murmured. "I miss her too."

We sat there in silence. Sharing painful memories of her.

Then, after about ten minutes, he gently got up. "Good night, little sister."

I waved vaguely. When he closed the door, I sat on the bed, face down, thinking about Luke. The guy I ran away with. His father, Hermes Castellan was the king of a nearby kingdom.

Me and him both hated our families, so we ran away together. Then...after I came back...

It just hurts to think about it.

Then the candle blew out, and the castle went dark.
It was silent for a few moments. The town was slowing blacking out, everyone going to bed.

I sat there, staring through my window at the moon. The silver light radiance shone into my room. I sighed, thinking about everyone I lost.

I drifted off.

******

I was falling. Falling through the air.

I saw a something red. It was a red amulet.
It was...the Firejewel Amulet? Me and Luke...

Hold on, it said to me. Hold on to me and live.

I tried to grab it. But I plummeted too deep. I was about to hit the bottom.
Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

O-

*****

SHINK.
I woke up to the sound of a spear being thrown. I rubbed my eyes.

"Huh?" I mumbled.

I heard screaming outside.
Cries of terror and pain. Oh god. "MALCOLM!" I called. The chaos was spreading through the building. Interrupting our night.

Then, I heard a Swish.
Then, suddenly, my sister Brooklyn lay dead at my feet, an arrow in her heart.

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-Ry