(percy) hero/heroine
It had surprised Annabeth to see how many of her nightmares had included Percy. Percy, dead on the ground. Percy, older and happy with Rachel. Percy, lost forever, because as every demigod knows, there are worse things than death. Of course, there were other appearances - Thalia, for one. And Luke, the Luke she used to know. And herself, of course. But the only thing that connected them was Percy.
And as smart as Annabeth was, the amount of time it took her to figure out why was far longer than it should have been.
After regaining her composure (although her eyes were still a little red, much to Annabeth's chagrin) she sat in the middle of her self-constructed hut which contained little more than a small bed, a simple wooden desk covered with papers and books, and a chair and table. But she sat on the floor, cleaning and sharpening her bronze knife. Even if it no longer had too much merit as a weapon because of its metal, she didn't want to let go of it and the familiar motions were soothing in a morbid sort of way.
And as smart as Annabeth was, the amount of time it took her to figure out why was far longer than it should have been.
After regaining her composure (although her eyes were still a little red, much to Annabeth's chagrin) she sat in the middle of her self-constructed hut which contained little more than a small bed, a simple wooden desk covered with papers and books, and a chair and table. But she sat on the floor, cleaning and sharpening her bronze knife. Even if it no longer had too much merit as a weapon because of its metal, she didn't want to let go of it and the familiar motions were soothing in a morbid sort of way.