"Annabeth?" I whipped my head around and saw someone I had wanted to see since day one. My eyes pooled with unshed tears. He stood there his mouth agape, a single tear escaped my eye. He slowly walked towards me. His strides getting longer, faster. 15 feet. 10 feet. 5 feet. Until he was in front of me, his coarse hands grasping the back of my head and our lips firmly presses against each others. I was frozen for a split second until our mouths were moving in sync. One arm wrapped around his waist while the other held his shoulder pulling his body against mine. Salty tears and the taste of his lips mixed together. But I didn't have a care in the world.

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Running. Trees. Panting. Running. Trees. Panting.

I woke up with a gasp. I sat up and looked around. Nothing. Relief seeped into me. I put my face into my hands and silently counted to ten. Once my breathing was controlled I stood up and started packing what little supplies I had.

I successfully attached my sleeping bag to the backpack that stored a few squares of ambrosia and tin of nectar, along with a half-full canteen of water I had gathered from a stream a few miles back. I also had 3 dried strips of squirrel and a handful of wild berries and about 5 feet of rope. I had track pants and a t-shirt that I was currently wearing, I also had a pair of shorts, a windbreaker and a long sleeve shirt.

When the gods granted me a second chance, they dropped me in the middle

of nowhere and gave me a bag filled with necessities such as clothes, ambrosia and a knife. The rest was up to me apparently. I was so happy to have a second chance but this is ridiculous. I mean I wasn't expecting a 4-course meal and ball in my honor but at least give me some sense to where the hell I am!

I started to trudge away from the small clearing that had served as my shelter last night. Pushing my way through the thick foliage left scratches and sometimes goo on my hands which I had to occasionally wipe on the waistband of my pants. There was a snap behind me and I took a sharp intake of breath. I didn't move for a few seconds slowly scanning my surroundings. A sudden chill creeped up my spine and made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I spun around knife at the ready, my body poised for attack. The sight made my blood boil and my vision tinge red. The voice, that voice made my fury rage and thrash inside me.

"Misss me? Misss.Chasse?"

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I'm back.😉