Percabeth One-Shot: Annabeth Forgotten
Written by: @the-mockingjay-hufflepuff
Three weeks. She’s been gone for three weeks.
Percy ran his hands through his hair, pulling at the ends as if he wanted to rip his scalp off. Which, he sort of did. Hera had done something. Rachel said so. Yesterday, Percy went to see her, just for comfort, and Rachel had turned stiff, and started spewing green smoke and information about Hera. None of it had made sense.
Percy ran through what Rachel had said.
“Two camps… Mandatory for the plan… Erased memory… Hera… Hera is the cause…”
What Rachel revealed didn’t change anything though. Annabeth was still gone. After a month, they were going to burn her shroud, a gorgeous shroud made with grey silk and an intricate owl pattern. It was so amazing, so… Annabeth. But Percy never wanted to see that shroud. Because the day the shroud is brought from the big house, is the day that she doesn’t come back. Never.
Percy couldn’t stand it. He screamed, his rage making the small fountain in his cabin explode, soaking Percy and the walls in water, Dramachas raining down like hail.
He couldn’t do it. Another week and she would be officially gone. Annabeth had already almost burned his shroud, he wasn’t going to do the same for her.
Percy fled his cabin, running to the stables. He reached the correct stall, and barged in, the obsidian-black horse rearing up on its hind legs.
“Yo boss,” the horse said,“Going somewhere?”
Percy grabbed a harness off the wall, strapping it onto the horse, “We’re leaving Blackjack,” Percy swung his leg onto the horse’s back, “We’re going to find Annabeth.”
“How we gonna do that boss?” Blackjack asked, trotting outside and around to the back of the stables.
“The gods will have answers,” Percy mused, “Blackjack, let’s go to Mount Olympus.”
Blackjack took off into the sky and set course for New York. While they flew, Percy only thought of Annabeth. Her beautiful blonde curls, the way she would correct him with a laugh when he was wrong. How she had fought so hard in the war. They way she turned badass when she had a dagger in her hand and a monster in her path. How she had cared for him… how they had cared for eachother.
“Boss,” Blackjack whinnied, jolting Percy out of his memories, “We’re here.”
Blackjack circled around the Empire State Building, the normal hustle and bustle of workers flowing in and out of buildings and down the sidewalks.
“Uhhhh, right. Drop me at the side of the building.”
Blackjack dove straight down, landing with a thump in an alley next to the skyscraper. Percy slid off his back, “Fly close to here, and come when I call.”
“You got it boss,” Blackjack shot off into the sky, leaving Percy to walk through the groups of business men and women entering the Empire State Building.
Percy marched up to the secretary counter, trying to keep his calm even though a psychopath goddess had stolen his girlfriend.
“What’s a guy got to do to get to
Floor 600?” Percy whisper yelled at the lady manning the desk.
The woman hesitated, “I don’t know what you’re talking about young man.”
Percy groaned. These people had clearly not been trained enough. He could hear the quiver in her voice, “Listen. My girlfriend has been captured by Hera. The goddess of marriage and family?” The lady just started at him, “Uggghhh,” Percy pulled a handful of Dramachas out of his pocket, “Is this enough?” He put the coins on the counter.
“Fine, kid, but you didn’t see me do anything,” she lead him over to an elevator, checking to be sure it was empty, then swiped a card across the top button, making the number change from 102 to 600. Percy pressed the button rapidly, not even bothering to thank the flustered woman as the elevator shut on her face. The metallic doors reflected his face and Percy flinched. He hasn’t looked at himself since Annabeth left. His hair was a tousled mess, greasy and sticking up all over the place. The bags under his eyes made it look like he’d had no sleep in days, cause he hadn’t. It hit Percy as hard as a brick, the effect Annabeth had over him.
The elevator dinged, the number 600 flashing at the top. Percy stepped out of the elevator, and walked across the bridge that led to the gates. The gateway to Olympus was grand and extravagant, but Percy was in such a mood, he didn’t even care. He didn’t care that Olympus was on lock down. He shoved open the gates and stormed right into the throne room.
No one was there. Percy didn’t have time for this.
“Major gods of Olympus!” He shouted at the sky, “You better get your asses down here this instant or you’re going to be in bigger trouble then an enchilada around Grover!!”
Percy squeezed his eyes shut as multiple balls of bright light - the gods in their true form - appeared all around him. When he opened his eyes, 5 pissed off super humans were circled around him. The only one not glaring at him with pure hatred was Poseidon. The other 4 - Hera, Zeus, Athena, and Hades - looked like they were restraining themselves from drop kicking him into hell.
“Son,” Poseidon stepped toward Percy, putting a hand on his shoulder, “What is this all about?”
“She knows what this is about,” Percy shrugged off his dad’s hand and pointed at Hera, making her expression go from murderous to guilty.
Hera tried to explain, “Perseus, this has to be done. Annabeth-”
Percy cut her off, “Annabeth, has been through enough torture the past 5 years!!” Percy turned to Athena, “She’s your daughter. How could you just let this happen?”
“Some warriors have to make sacrifices for the greater good,” Athena calmly explained.
“The greater good?!” Percy was shouting now, his power shook the columns and caused the water in the fountains around the room to form mini tsunamis, “WE BROUGHT YOU YOUR LIGHTNING BOLT. WE FOUGHT MONSTERS FOR YEARS APON YEARS. WE DEFEATED FUCKING KRONOS FOR YOU! And you repay us, not by giving us a break, letting us enjoy time with our friends, BUT BY STEALING HER AWAY FROM ME AND SHIPPING HER OFF TO GODS KNOW WHERE AND LEAVING ME TO SUFFER ENDLESSLY BECAUSE THE GREATEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO ME IS GONE!!!” Percy was crying now, hot tears poring down his cheeks,“I love her,” he whispered. (Athena gasped), “and you all are the reason she’s gone.”
“Son-” Poseidon spoke to Percy like he was a child.
“No dad, you can’t fix this problem,” Percy glared at Hades, “Do you have her?”
“I had no idea this was happening, cause when you’re in the underworld, no one tells you anything,” and like that, Hades was gone, disappearing in a cluster of shadows.
Percy whistled for Blackjack then looked at each God in turn, his eyes boring into the depths of their souls, “Know this, you gods of worthlessness, until Annabeth is returned to me safely, without a scratch on her precious mind and body, I will do nothing to help you. I will stand by and watch as your horrendous plan fails because your most powerful demigod asset is not at your disposal,” at that moment, Blackjack landed next to Percy. Percy mounted the horse and gave the gods a final word of warning, “Annabeth is returned to me or you burn in ruins. Your choice.” And with that he flew into the clouds, not looking back.
“I hope whatever you’re planning is worth it Hera,” Poseidon spat, “Because I’ve never seen a powerful demigod that mad. And knowing Percy, he will stay true to his word until you fulfill his demands.” And then Poseidon was gone too, leaving 3 gods wondering what they were going to do without Percy on their side.
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