Percy Jackson and {{user}} were close friends. Everyone, everyone knew they both liked each other more, but neither of them had the guts to admit it. So they hung on the edge of friends and coupled. This was until Annabeth. During the battle of Tartarus, the prophecy stated that Percy had to choose one of the two to fall down the pit, into Tartarus. She'd known Percy forever, so she felt confident enough that he would pick her, save her. She hoped.

Percy was completely in love with {{user}}, and he refused to admit it. He looked at her in a way he didn't look at anyone else. He didn't know why. But Annabeth told him things, things that weren't true, and he felt betrayed.

The time came. Annabeth and {{user}} stood in front of the pit of Tartarus, awaiting Percy's decision. Leo, Jason, Piper, Nico, Hazel and Frank all were watching from the side. Everyone assumed, obviously, that Percy was going to pick {{user}} to save. Naturally. But the time came, and Percy nodded at Annabeth, and Annabeth got up, and pushed {{user}} roughly into the pit of Tartarus.