A Tainted Half-Blood

Chapter 1-Unwanted and Alone

Disclaimer: I do not own PJo or HoO, all rights to Rick Riordan.

*Thirteen years later*

Clashing of metal, caused vibrations to ring the air. Sweat dripped from the flustered skin of the warriors and heroes of Camp Half-Blood.

Demigods dodged, weaved and jumped from their fellow opponents. Arrows found their targets and swords blurred through through the air.

All but one was present.

A young girls dull eyes watched on with longing and discomfort.

The teasers, the bullies, the popular and the brave, looked upon this girl as an outcast or as they referred to her as an 'undesirable'. Unwanted and alone.

Never befriended or seen as an equal, she hid in the shadows of darkness itself.

Her eyes drifted back to her book, filled with a fictional fantasy she could only dream of.

Today was like no other, normal.

Annabeth cowered at the feet of others. Gifted with a warriors mind in strategy and strength, she doesn't train, except under the bright stare of the moon. A time of peace.

While she silently watched on, that dark and twisted voice reappeared must to her dismay.

"We are above them! They need to be bowing at our feet," it hissed.

Obviously outraged with this petty feeling of a scared little prey. Its personality was predatory. A demon, famished for the taste of blood.

She could only shake her head and steer away from the thoughts. As an innocent child, never greedy towards the power over everyone, she didn't agree. She couldn't hurt to prove her strength.

But as her age grew, more thoughts and pulses to crime and death were more frequent, and ever more tempting. While pausing in thought, it pushed.

"Let me show them pain, let me lend you my power," it grounded lowly.

No, this was not right!

She knew could succumb to this level of greed. One day, they will look up to her.

Even if it was out of admiration or fear.

With that, she returned to her book. Lost in the adventures of Harry Potter surviving the intense match of Quidditch, she didn't realise an arrow at the tip of her foot.

An inch away from strike. Laughter filled her ears. Her eyes gazed up towards the armoured Demigods. Clutching their stomachs and even rolling around on the ground.

I couldn't see the entertainment, only some immature children.

One wasn't laughing, a boy with blonde hair, Luke, son of Hermes. We used to be friends but I grew distant of everyone and everything.

Their eyes met if for only a second before they broke away and Luke leaving the arena. Hands stuffed in his pockets and never looking back.

After Annabeth's gaze tore away from her old friend. She noticed the others coming towards her, smirking and cracking their knuckles.

She could only hope those sounds won't be coming from her fragile body today.

The biggest of them all comes and roughly pulls her up by her curly hair.

"What are you doing here," he sneered.

He pig breath sprayed her face. As she was hesitant to ask, she felt the impact of a jab to the ribs.

These might of seem light and ineffective but to this girl it hurt. They were only just healing from their last encounter which involved weeks of healing and broken ribs.

Tears swelled in her grey orbs, not willing to let them fall.

"Nothing," she whispered hoarsely.

Gritting her teeth due the pain of being dangled down from the air being held up but nothing than your own hair.

"Then why are you here?"he questioned.

She was constantly being poked and hit in her ribs, darkness rimmed the outline of her vision.

Snickers and chuckles came from his supporters. Evil smirks and smiles ran across their features, vile and dangerous.

"To read," she replied honestly.

Not watching to cause more drama for her than there already is.

"Then find somewhere else, got it?" he ordered.

She could only nod numbly, too focus on the pain radiating from her tender torso.

With that response he threw her to the ground, like the gum off his boots.

The group of bullies strutted off in pride, patting each other on the backs and howling with laughter as their actions brought amusement.

To keep her dignity, she gather her pride and shook as she crawled up from the ground.

Chiron watched from afar, knowing the extent of tormenting and abuse. Guilt overtook him as he should of done something.

But the brave Annabeth just asked it to left alone as if pressing the issue will only make it worse.

He agreed that was a wise opinion but maybe not the right one.

He could only wonder what was going on inside this girls head.

But the truth to be told, it wasn't something pleasant to experience.

Annabeth left the ground to her cabin. After tending to her wounds, she looked up to the stars.

Praying for a sign, to show the purpose of her existence. Wondering if their will ever be light, or just the darkness and her split souls.

If only she knew that change was stirring the restless tide.

Ok, I know that Percy and Annabeth met before the age of thirteen, but this is my FanFiction and this is what it is being set out.

So please no flames (hate)!!

I also apologise for it being so short.

And I know the ending isn't great.

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