People who read this fanfic, please tell me if I should continue this story. Please give ideas or criticism. Thanks!
please note: there is one scene which is copied from the Son of Neptune. It is Annabeth's dream (the part with Percy in it, not Hera). I take no credit for Rick Riordan's work
Annabeth sighed. She was tired or the same questions shooting through her head. But she had no answers. Now, as she, Leo, Jason and Piper got closer to Camp Jupiter, the questions came to mind more and more frequently. Would Percy remember her? Did he have his memories back yet? Who were the other demigods coming from the Roman camp?
Whenever she thought about the questions, she would go limp from despair, just with the thought of Percy viewing her as a total stranger. It was a concept Annabeth had had nightmares about for over a month.
At that moment, Piper and Jason walked by, arm in arm. Jason noticed her and said, “Annabeth, get some sleep. You’re going to need it when we get to Camp Jupiter.”
“How long until we arrive?” Annabeth needed to know that, but the idea of sleep sounded pretty good.
“Leo says we’re somewhere over Nebraska,” Piper said, “Which is about half-way between Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter. We should get there tomorrow at about noon.
“Plenty of time for you to sleep, Annabeth. We’ll need you.”
Jason was right. They needed her. So she decided to go to sleep at last.
As usual, her dream was about Percy. Only, for once, this wasn’t her usual nightmare. She saw Percy and a girl sitting at a table in front of semi-circle of occupied chairs. Best thing about this scene was the fact that Percy was wearing a Roman toga. That was a sight to see. It was like he was wearing bed sheets and a purple cape.
In the semi-circle, a young man with straw colored hair was shouting and gesturing with his hands.
“The camp is safe,” He said, “I’ll be the first to congratulate our heroes for bring back our Golden Eagle and so much Imperial Gold! Truly, we have been blessed with good fortune. But why temp fate?
“I’m glad you asked,” Percy said, standing up out of his chair.
“-part of the quest, yes, I know. And you’re wise to let me explain, since I was.”
He pinned that guy good. Annabeth saw that the man could do nothing but let Percy talk.
“Gaea is waking,” Percy said, “We’ve defeated two of her giants, but that’s only the beginning. The real war will take place in the old land of the gods. The quest will take us to Rome and eventually to Greece. I know you’ve always seen the Greeks as your enemies. And there’s good reason for it. I think the gods have kept us apart because whenever we meet, we fight. But that can change. It has to change if we’re to defeat Gaea. That’s what the Prophesy of Seven means. Seven demigods, Greek and Roman, will have to close the Doors of Death together."
Geez, Percy, Annabeth thought, that actually sounded smart. You’ve changed.
Shouts of protest rang throughout the room.
“Ha! The last praetor who tried to interpret the Prophesy of Seven was the one who lost our eagle!” Someone in the crowd yelled.
Percy opened his mouth to retort, but at that moment, the dream changed, and Annabeth was looking into the face of none other than Queen Hera.
“You!” Annabeth yelled. “You took Percy away from me for eight months!”
“That is not important. I can only appear to you briefly, so listen closely. There is a man at Camp Jupiter who is a descendant of Apollo. Don’t trust him, or he will sell you out to Gaea. And remember, the gods are not as silent as you think.”
Thunder shook the ground, and with that, Hera was gone.
Annabeth started and woke, just as Jason burst in the room.
“Come on,” He said “We’re there.”
And Annabeth’s heart nearly burst with joy.