Sometimes the reflection of the moon can guide your way through a forest, or maybe light the path that seeks your destiny.
But what happens if the moon wasn't there, it disappeared the moment you step foot into the forest.
Noise fills your ears, maybe a shriek or a scowl. A bush moves and you turn around quickly your hair whipping your face.
This is what Annabeth sees because she is the threat, not the victim.
Annabeth snatches her prey in the dark and leaves the rest for the crows. Bones, dirt, and blood cover the dead ones body.
"Come here child." She whispers in her old croaked voice as she hides behind a bush, waiting for her next attack.
Young children are the victims that Annabell wants for her own. Poor kids innocent and scared. What possibly could Annabeth want with children?
  Is it the delicious taste of blood? Or maybe the cool crips bones. Only Annabeth knows. Or does she?
THANKS SO MUCH FOR READING THIS!! THE SECOND PART WILL BE OUT SOON IM JUST GLAD YO LEAVE YALL ON A CLIFF HANGER! -Jazstarco❤️
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