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Percabeth Oneshot

Hey guys! It's Evelyn with a new book! Recently, I came up with the idea of a prompt challenge. The basic idea is that you and a friend (or enemy, or someone else) agree on a prompt. Then, both (or however many people are doing it together) publish it. There isn't a real winner, but you could do something like whoever with the most votes by ______ (due-by date) wins! Or something.

Anyway, this prompt is as follows: He received a letter which had only two words: He's alive.

I will be doing this with Rosawinterthecountry so make sure to read her entry as well! She will be posting her entry in her Attack on Titan oneshot book.

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Annabeth's POV

Flashback

I sat on the floor in my bedroom. I was home from college for the summer. Early. My dad had called me three days ago with devastating news.

Flashback-seption (flashback inside of a flashback)

"Would Annabeth Chase please report to the main office? Annabeth Chase, main office. Thank you." The speaker boomed. I stood from where I was sitting and walked to the office.

"Take a seat, please. The principal will be with you shortly." The secretary informed.

I sat in the indicated chair and waited... and waited... and waited. After what seemed like hours, I heard the principal's voice, as well as a familiar male voice. I looked up from my hands and saw my father.

"Dad? What are you doing here?" I asked.

He just looked at the principal and a silent conversation passed between them.

"Honey, I'll be taking you home early. Mrs. Warnist is allowing it to happen this once." He replied.

I gave them both a confused look but walked, with my father, to my dorm to finish packing up.

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After Dad and I had finished packing and loading my stuff into his car, I hopped into the passenger's seat.

"Dad, what's up?" I asked, impatient.

"I'll tell you when we get home." Came the cold reply.

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"What? No? That's not possible... He-he-he.... HE JUST!" My voice flared as my emotions struggled over which one was most dominant.

"Honey, I know it's a lot to take in..." Father began.

"Percy can't be dead. He's too smart." I whispered, my voice slightly cracking.

Flashback / Flashback-seption over // Current day: a week after the devastating news of Percy's death

"Percy.." I murmured, my eyes tearing up as I looked through the photo album we had. I don't know how the pictures had gotten to me, but every so often, I would have a package in the mail. I guessed they were from the Camp, or one of the Campers. "My Seaweed Brain..." I saw a picture of him smiling widely and a discarded bucket on the edge of the photo. I smiled weakly as I remembered the time he had lured me out of the cabin then dumped a bucket of icy seawater on my head, complete with seaweed.

"ANNABEEEETHHH!!!" My brothers came charging into my room. "WE HAVE A LE-"

"Can you stop yelling?"

"Oh, sorry! We have a letter for you! It's from a 'Mrs. S. Jackson.' Do you-"

"Give me the letter!" I yanked the letter out of their hands.

I stared at the letter, dumbfounded.

"What's it say?" They asked as they crowed around me, trying to read it. "Why's it so short?"

"'He's alive.' He's alive?" I looked up from the letter I clutched in my hands. "HE'S ALIVE!"

"Who's a-ohhh... Wait, really?!?"

"Yes, really! Mrs. Jackson even sent a picture of him holding Estelle(his baby sister)! She's definitely old enough for this to be recent! HE'S ALIVE!" My voice rose with each word I spoke until I was yelling.

"Hey."

I looked up.

"Percy?"