DISCONTINUED AND UP FOR ADOPTION This is a PJO x KOTLC story. Set after HOO and at the end of Exile Things finally became real as I stared at the grave, my mind and body both refused to process her death until now. "Annabeth..." I whispered kneeling down, "I'm sorry." I choked out resting my head on her grave. Yes, this is a cliche, and yes, my writing is absolute shit. In this book Percy is 14 after HOO. I don't own Percy Jackson I don't own Keeper of the Lost Cities
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