The Other Half (Percabeth Fanfiction)

Chapter 13: Apollo

Chapter 13: Apollo

****Annabeth's POV***

After a lot of heavy lifting and awkward coordinating, I successfully had Percy on Blackjack's back. Now all we had to do was fly half way around the world and cure a half dead boy of poison. That was small potatoes in my life. I just really wished that the dying boy hadn't been my boyfriend. If he even still was that.

What am I going to do? I had a massive headache, no ambrosia or nectar, I lost Clarisse and Porkpie awhile back when I told them to go ahead and I would get Percy. Overall, I was doomed. All I had was Blackjack, insisting that he was fine when he must be exhausted. Of course it was at that moment that my body decided that I needed a nap.

In my dreams I was back at Camp Half-Blood. The nightmares pretty much stopped with the defeat of Gaea but there are always exceptions. It started out nice. I was lying on the beach with Percy, holding his hand with our feet in the water. It was so nice to be normal. Live a normal life and hang out on the beach with my boyfriend. Except he wasn't. I had pushed Percy away. Had ended us. This dream couldn't be real when we were no longer real. I turned to him and didn't see the familiar sea green eyes that I love. His eyes were closed, face pale.

"Percy?" I asked, but he didn't answer. "Percy?" I ask again but he doesn't reply. His hand suddenly feels cold and stiff. I drop it, scrambling backwards. Before my eyes Percy begins to harden and then crumble away to dust. "PERCY!" I sob. This can't be happening. It's only a dream, but demigod dreams always hold meaning.

"Oh man, that sucks," I hear behind me. I turn with tears clouding my vision. "I mean you just got him back and he goes and dies. Yeesh. What did you ever do to Aphrodite?"

"Apollo?" I warily ask.

"Well I'm certainly not Zeus," an angry rumble of thunder sounds to that. "Sorry Father. Just proving a point down here," Apollo shouts to the sky. "He can be so dramatic," Apollo tells me and a flash of lightening comes dangerously close.

"So kid. What's up?" Apollo sits down on the sand next to me.

I'm still fuzzy and really confused as to what's happening right now. I'm still in a dream, I know that, but is Percy really dead? Why is Apollo visiting me? "Well I'm not sure," I tell him, rubbing my temples, "I guess I feel asleep on Blackjack's back and I had a dream and Percy..." I waved my arms in a general sweep to wear he had lain before, "Well you saw that."

"Yes I did."

"Yeah."

"Well you're probably wondering why I am here."

"It crossed my mind."

"Well kid. I don't really know. Just felt right to pop over here and visit you," he shrugged. "Want to talk about anything? What have you been up to?"

"I'm not sure. Just teenager troubles. Percy and I broke up that sob story. Jason fell into a coma. Percy was stabbed by a poisonous blade and is dying while we ride on a winged horse who may fall out of the sky at any moment and I am sitting here talking to the god of music, the sun, and bad haikus."

"My haikus are fabulous!" Apollo says in mock horror. "Anyways, you're just going through normal teen angsts I see."

I give a dry chuckle at that, "It's interesting what has become normal to me in the past years."

"So why am I here?" He asks.

"How would I know? I would have been contented to sleep peacefully for awhile. I want to know too. Why did I have to watch Percy crumble away a few minutes ago? Is he going to die? You're the prophecy guy, aren't you? Got any advice?"

"Maybe I'm supposed to come to help you?"

"Well I would love that but right about now I'm going to try to sleep without dreams to get rid of this migraine."

"I think I can help with that," he says and as he touches my forehead I fall asleep and the pounding behind my eyelids slowly comes to a halt.

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I wake up on Blackjack's back just in time to see him pass out and scream as we spiral out of control and to the ocean below.