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Dinner Date or Dinner Bait?

Foreword *skippable*

I wrote Perseus when I was a bean in sixth grade so the story was a little crazy and unorganized. I read it from start to finish last week... the amount of times I screamed and cringed at younger Lizzie is insane. I remember having all these ideas and being so excited to write it, but in my personal opinion the execution of it was whack. So for the sake of my own sanity while writing this sequel, I am going to omit a couple of things.

First, the Water World?? HAHA, nope, goodbye! Goodness, I do not know what I was thinking when writing that. Also that whole chapter with Annabeth acting as a traitor and meeting Nyx was completely useless and unnecessary, so I'm going to pretend that never happened, too. I'm sure I'll come up with more stuff as I continue writing, but for now that's it.

One more thing. Will Percy have wings in this? NOOOO he will not.

Also big big shoutout to everyone who read Perseus I am so grateful for each one of you!

With that being said, enjoy!

||Annabeth Chase||

Looking back on it, I'm not entirely sure when the end of the world started. It could have been when Medusa crashed my date with my boyfriend, Stefan, or maybe it was when we found out about everything going wrong back at Camp.

Or perhaps it was when my friend Leo Valdez accidentally burnt all of Central Park to the ground.

I guess I should back up a little so you, fellow readers, can understand. Although to be honest with you, I didn't get what was going on either. When you're a demigod, your motto is 'just keep swimming but stay alive at the same time.' At least... that's what Percy would say. Everything was either a Finding Nemo or Little Mermaid reference when he attempted to give wise advice.

Stefan was an amazing human being, but he was not Percy. Even two years after his banishment, I still felt like Percy was the only person I had ever met in my life who saw me for me. He saw all my faults, all my fatal flaws my mother always harps on about, and loved them because they were part of me. That's why it hurt so much when he left without a proper goodbye.

I mean... maybe it was selfish and horrible of me to hate him for leaving the way he did. We had been through so much together, from recovering a stolen lightning bolt to battling my old friend Luke Castellan.

Percy and Luke. My two greatest loves... and my two greatest regrets. Both had gone down a path I could not follow for fear of losing myself along the way. None of them would ever acknowledge it, but they were more similar than they realized. Both had succumbed to their bitterness against the Olympians and lashed out against the people who cared for them. Eventually, they both saw the light once more.

And then they both left.

The only person who knew my fatal flaw was Percy. He knew I would stop at nothing to build something permanent, something that lasted. Long ago, he had promised me that 'us' would last forever, that 'Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase' would be permanent. So how did it all come crumbling down? Why did this always happen to me?

At least I had Stefan. He was kind-hearted, generous to a fault, and cared about the people he loved so much. Unfortunately for him, one of those people was me.

I wondered if Percy was dead. Shortly after his banishment, Nico told everyone about the vial of immortality. How long would Percy last out there, even with endless life? A hero like Percy would push through a few more centuries before he ever considered ending it. I was more concerned about his mental state. Had he finally gone mad from all that power?