Unknown P.O.V.
Hello. I don't know who I am. I know that I am supposed to find this place called Camp Half-Blood. Oh also, I should be dead, but I am not. And that is pretty much all I know. I don't know my name, age, family, friends, home, anything. It's just gone. I've been on the run for two and a half weeks. On the run from what I assume are monsters. Oh, I also have a really good memory. This is kind of confusing because I can't remember anything before I woke up 2 and a half weeks ago, scared and alone.
Do you want to know how I know I have a good memory? I remember word for word the conversation with that weird lady. She told me, "Go to Long Island Sound, New York, and look for a hill with a single pine tree upon it, the rest is up to you my child." Then she gave a small sad smile and also said, " I must leave you to make your way there alone. now, cover your eyes unless you wish to turn to ash." I did as I was told and when I opened my eyes, the woman was gone. So, that's where we are now.
I have been following street signs until I found the "Long Island" part of New York. That was the easy part, the hard part was finding the hill but when I did, I didn't know how, but I had a gut feeling it was the right one. I am currently standing in front of what I assumed to be a dragon. How did I know that? Beats me.
That's how the poor girl's last two weeks had gone. When she neared the crest of the hill, she saw something curled up around the trunk. "Wait-is that a dragon?! Wait? How did I know that?" She said aloud as she slowly made her way past it. When it saw her, she thought she was as good as dead but all it did was give a grunt of smoke in her face and laid its head back down "Weird," she said but kept on moving.
As she stood on the crest of the hill, she took a moment to marvel at the wonder that is this supposed "Camp Half-Blood". There was a ring of 12 older-looking cabins but then there was a new ring of cabins. The ring was so big she couldn't even begin to describe it. But this wondrous place with so many cabins was completely deserted except for one area.
There was black smoke coming from one specific area, somehow she knew that black smoke was never good. The girl started sprinting down the hill and in the direction that the smoke was coming from. However, she immediately stopped when she heard a boy talking. "So there must be no danger if he sounds so calm".
But he also sounds so sad she realized. She quietly crept her way toward the opening where she could see him clearly. "I loved her ever since I saw her princess curls for the first time." She watched the boy hang his head.
Woah, she thought, not wanting to risk being heard, who died? She thought jokingly. Focus...whatever your name is. You were sent here for something. Time to go find out what, and with that, she broke through the clearing just as the boy picked his head up. "She-she," he tried to sputter out then stopped when they locked eyes. She could watch his face drop as he was in utter shock. Why is he looking at me like that? I don't look that bad, do I?
"Percy?" She heard somebody call. The voice sounded vaguely familiar. The more that she thought about it, so did the boy's. When the boys-who she assumed was "Percy" didn't respond, the girl-she was assuming it was a girl- tried again, this time with a little more urgency in her voice. " Percy, what's wrong?" She and the boy held eye contact for another few seconds. Then, he raised his hand, pointed to me, and yelled,
"sh-she-she's standing right there!"
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The Death of Annabeth Chase (COMPLETED)
FanfictionIt had been three weeks since IT had happened. Three weeks since Annabeth Chase, the love of his life, had died. All rights go to Rick Riordan
