19Hello readers! This is my first fanfic I've made on here, so needless to say I don't really know what I'm doing in terms of publishing this... heh heh... ^^'
I've been waiting quite a while for that great idea to hit me, and eventually decided what better fanfiction to write than one of my favorite Percebeth moments ever(The scene from Mt. St. Helens) in Annabeth's point of view?
Yeah, I know there are a lot of stories about that, but none of them are the way I pictured it :)
I tried my best not to make it sound too much like the original book, but there's only so much you can do.
Anyway, hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or any of its characters.
The first thing I noticed about Hephaestus' forge was the floor, or lack thereof. Percy and I were standing on a rock ridge going around the cavern, hundreds of feet above a sea of molten lava. Bridges connected all kinds of metal platforms, and I could see figures moving around on them.
"We'll never be able to sneak up on them," Percy said.
Creepy as it was, I picked up the robot spider and put it in my pocket. I had a feeling we'd need it later. "I can." I said, taking out my Yankees cap, "Wait here." Ignoring Percy's protests, I put it on and went to see what these things were.
These were some of the strangest creatures I had ever seen, and that was saying something. Picture a creature about the size of a human with the face of a dog, the body of a seal, with flipper-like feet and human hands with claws.
That's what these things looked like.
On top of that, they were making a blade that I sure as Hades wouldn't want to face in battle. What kind of weapon needs to be cooled in blood? You know what? I don't want to know.
I looked back at the ledge where I left Percy and a wave of panic went through me. That Seaweed Brain! Where was he now?
My question was answered when I saw him running onto the platform with a panicked look on his face.
"Annabeth!" he yelled. Was he trying to blow our cover?
I slapped my hand over his mouth and pulled him out of sight, "Shhh! You want to get us killed?"
He started grabbing at the air for a second, touching my face at one point, before he found my Yankees hat and took it off.
I scowled at him, "Percy, what is your problem?"
He explained to me about how he had hidden in a cart and got stuck in a monster orientation classroom. Great job, Percy.
"So that's what they are, Telekhines. I should've known. And they're making... Well, look"
We looked over the cauldron at the four telekhines working on a long piece of hot metal.
"What is that?" He whispered.
"They keep talking about fusing metals," I said, "I wonder––"
"They were talking about the greatest Titan weapon." He hesitated. "And they... they said they made my father's trident."
"The telekhines betrayed the gods," I explained, "They were practicing dark magic. I don't know what exactly, but Zeus banished them to Tartarus."
"With Kronos."
I nodded, "We have to get out––"
Before I could finish my sentence, a door slammed open and a bunch of young telekhines came stumbling out.
"Put your cap back on," Percy said suddenly, "Get out!"
"What?" I tried and failed to sound calm, my voice coming out as a panicked shriek, " No! I'm not leaving you."
"I've got a plan. I'll distract them. You can use the metal spider––maybe it'll lead you back to Hephaestus. You have to tell him what's going on."
The last line of the prophecy was ringing in my head, And lose a love to worse than death." But you'll be killed!" I choked out.
"I'll be fine. Besides, we've got no choice."
I glared at him. He was right. I hate it when he's right. But I couldn't help wondering if this would be the last time I saw Percy, if he died not knowing how I felt about him...
Before I realized what I was doing, I leaned forward and kissed him.
"Be careful, Seaweed brain," I said and put my Yankees hat on.
When I reached the entrance I looked back briefly and couldn't help smiling despite the desperate situation. Percy was still sitting there, staring at the lava with a dazed expression on his face.
It took every ounce of will power I had to keep walking through the Labyrinth. Not long after I left I heard something that made me stop in my tracks. It was the sound of Percy Jackson screaming in pain.
I couldn't take it anymore. I turned around and started running back when a huge explosion shook the earth.
I fell to my knees, "Percy!" I screamed. He couldn't be... He couldn't be dead. Tears stung my eyes as it dawned on me that there was no way Percy could've survived that explosion.
So what do you think? Love it? Hate it? In between? Please review and tell me! Constructive criticism is more than welcome, in fact I encourage it... Just please be constructive...
I'll probably write a second chapter about the two weeks where Percy was missing, hence the title, but I wanna know what you guys think!
Also, I'm used to writing in third person, so this is out of my comfort zone to begin with. Which is even more of a reason why I want you guys to review! Please? It'll make my day!