Annabeth

3 months. That's how long it had been since he died. In those months we had been living at Olympus Coorperations main office. Which actually turned out to be Olympus.

I still hadn't wrapped my head around the fact that gods and goddesses existed.

I hadn't discovered my powers yet. But my friends had. Jason could manipulate the winds. Thalia could create and use lightning. Piper could make anyone do what she wanted with just her voice (she discovered this after telling Jason to go jump off a building as a sarcastic remark), Leo had discovered his control over fire after almost burning his room down and Nico already knew what his powers were.

Hazel, Calypso, Frank and me were still trying to discover our powers. Athena told me that they would emerge in time.

I had spent my time (when I wasn't training) brushing up on my knowlage of Greek gods with the help of my patron Athena.

She informed me that all of the legends of the TITANS being their predecessors were false. Although the TITANS has developed means of becoming immortal since the Greek times, they were not gods. They were mortals who managed to convince an entire age of people that they were all powerful beings.

Hence leading to the creation of the gods.

I had asked Athena of several occasions why there were thirteen of them. Why such an odd number?

That was the only question I had that Athena was either unable or unwilling to answer.

The brown hair dye in my hair has grown out. To rid myself of it I had cut my hair to my shoulders, getting rid of the ratty brown ends.

I knew Percy would object to me cutting my hair, he always liked how it looked, but Percy was gone. No matter what Hades said. Percy was gone.

No one survives a stab to the chest. Not even a Percy who had survived so much else. Not even someone who was destined to take the crown of Olympus.

That knowlage had almost made me laugh. Percy Jackson air to the crown of Olympus.

Percy was a goof ball.

But the other part of me argued that Percy was completely suited to the position. Hidden under sarcastic comments and some slightly stupid plans he was smart. Smarter than most people I had ever come across.

Yes, Percy would have been perfect.

Would have. I couldn't let myself hope, I would not. Better to grieve the man I knew than to hope he would come back.

That hope would kill me more than any weapon could.

I missed Percy more than anything, and I channels that into training. I was determined to discover my powers. That way I would be able to take some sort of revenge on the TITANS for everything they've done.

But no powers emerged. I was just plain old Annabeth Jackson. With very little to my name apart from the love of a dead boy.

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