A PJO/MR Crossover (Sidenote: I wrote this story when I was 16. It is kind of cringey and cliche, so read at your own risk)
During a date with Annabeth after the Giant War, mysterious men kidnap Percy Jackson. Injured and near death, the two are ca...
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It was especially dark in the woods on this night, being the moon was covered by clouds. The wind blowed loudly overhead, along with trees whispering in a soothing symphony. I knew where I was automatically.
The woods of Camp Half Blood.
Known for it's sensational capture the flag games, the placealways had a potential for dangers. Except during this night,two rebellious teenagers ignoring curfew were betting their lives.
"Percy, over here!" I hear Annabeth shout, a little ways away. She wasn't far because I heard her laughing.
"Annabeth!" I called back, starting toward the sound of her voice. A smile split my face, which was becoming rare nowadays. The Giant War and the events that'd taken place still affected me. It was good to be reminded that happiness was still obtainable.
"I can't find you!" I said, hoping she would reveal herself. I wasn't going to ignore curfew for just a boring midnight stroll. We had planned to meet up, maybe even make out.
It was dicey, because the punishment for getting caught meant a playdate with Dionysus. The god would have me turned me into a dolphin while playing round after round of pinochle.
So yes, it was high risk, but very high reward. Sort of like a junk bond. Don't look stunned, my mom's teaching me how to invest.
"Over here, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth said.
I was even closer.
I didn't hear any footsteps, so I figured Annabeth was standing still. Most likely to scare the Holy Hades out of me. In impatience and charisma, I started to sprint. I felt light and powerful, like I just had a pound of nectar and ambrosia. My legs were making great distance, and I knew I was close.
Suddenly, I tripped, the momentum carrying me.
"Schist," I mumbled. "A dam root."
I brushed myself off, and looked to see where I'd tripped. But it wasn't a root.
Blonde hair and grey eyes and blood. Blood painting the leaves and pine needles. Hair splayed in all directions like a halo.
It was Annabeth's dead body. ******************************* Percy POV I sat up quickly, gasping in breaths. My vivid dream became faint, leaving blurry mental pictures in my head. Rubbing my temples, I pushed the images away as cold sweat escaped my pores.
