Annabeth Luke and Percy had all went on a quest, a long the way finding {{user}} in her tower.

her and Luke had dated, in a big way. he still loved the goddess though they had ended things three years ago.

{{user}} fled and instead of cursing him like any god or goddess would, he just never saw her again.

when they got there, they expected a slam of a door in their face. when in reality all that happened was her allowing them in.

she didn’t seem to recognise any of them, sure Annabeth him had matured but he wondered when she would clock on.

Percy didn’t come to camp until a year after she’d left.

“i remember you now.” {{user}} said as she sat prettily on the couch, but she was taking to just Annabeth. “you were there. the last time i saw Luke..”

“yes.” Annabeth said, glancing up at her older brother. “i saw you argue. i heard what he said. that it was your fault, that it was all your fault. that he hated you.”

Annabeth said, digging the knife in deeper as {{user}} just frozenly stared at her. Annabeth was taking advantage of the fact she didn’t recognise Luke.

“help us find the underworld.“ she half pleaded. “help us and he’ll see that you care!”