The Mark of Athena (Fan-Fiction)

Chapter 27- Annabeth

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Chapter 27

Annabeth

     Annabeth sat on the ground and sobbed. Her hot tears streamed her cheeks and she held her knees close to her chest, sobs ripping free of her chest. She was alone again, and now she felt beyond horrible. She once again lowered her head, wetting her arms with her tears of despair. She was losing her mind, she decided. But her pain didn’t stop; instead it became stronger than ever. She sniffled, wiping her slick cheeks, but her tears did not stop. They flowed down her cheeks like Niagara Falls. She managed a shaky breath, trying to control her out of control feelings, but failing. She looked at the stars and imagined the gods looking mournfully down at her.

     She missed Percy. He was her whole life, she was in love with him, yet she let her hubris get in the way of that, so now she was no longer with him. Another round of hysterics rocked her body, so she let out a cry of pain.

     It was all her fault. She let the Mark of Athena spread through Rome out of her anger for people giving up on Greek mythology. She tilted her head to the small cliff side in front of her.

     A small little sign of an owl was stuck to the rock. The Mark of Athena was sitting right next to her.

     She stood and looked at the cliffs.

     More owls were on the rocks, just simple little glowing lights, and they led her north.

     She instantly knew the Doors of Death were north.

     She felt compelled to follow the lights, to get to the Doors of Death, but she hesitated slightly. She wanted companions to help her. Her friends needed to be here.

     There were footsteps behind her, crunchy footsteps because of the gravel on the ground. She turned around, expecting to see a city official or a monster, but instead she found herself staring at Percy.

     He stopped about five feet away and continued to look at her. His eyes were a little bloodshot, his hair was messed up, and he looked incredibly sad.

     He was so good-looking.

     As Annabeth continued to stare, she could only imagine she looked ten times worse than her boyfriend. She just looked at him, blinking back a sudden rush of tears. It hurt her to see him but not to be next to him.

     “I expected some yelling,” he called to her, shoving his hands into his pockets. He gazed up at her a little shyly. “I expected a bigger fight.”

     She blinked. “And I expected you to not want me,” she whispered, her voice breaking ever so slightly at the end.

     “How could I not want you?” he asked.

     That was enough for her. She ran the five feet and threw herself into his arms, letting her tears flow. “Oh, Percy, I’m so sorry.”

     “I’m sorry too, Annabeth,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her. “I thought about you every second.”

     “Same here,” she muttered. “I love you.”

     “I love you, too.” He leaned away and kissed her.

     “Why come now?” she asked, wiping up her tears.

     “Leo said he saw you run off during the fire,” he admitted. “All of us are together. We need you to lead us to the Doors of Death.”