If you are reading this, you have probably finished Magnus Chase, and really, really, need more to that final chapter. So, basically, because Annabeth is my fav, I took all the scenes she was in in this book and filled in the blanks in order to write it from her POV. This will probably only be a few chapters long, like maybe 3 or 4, but I really want to write some fun scenes of him meeting Percy and perhaps some other favs. IDK for sure yet.

I took a huge amount of the dialogue from the book, because I wanted it to be accurate, but I added some of my own stuff in between lines and things like that. Obviously, everything that was in the book is the property of Rick Riordan (good old Uncle Rick).

I feel like I should to say this one more time, just in case. THERE ARE MAJOR MAGNUS CHASE SPOILERS.

"Annabeth, your cousin is missing."

Annabeth rolled over in her bed and sat up, pulling the phone closer to her ear. "What?"

"Your cousin Magnus. You remember him, right?" said her father on the other side of the phone.

Annabeth stood up and paced to her window. The sun anywhere near the horizon yet, but she could see the sky just barely beginning to lighting up in the east. She switched the phone from her right ear to her left so she could pull her snow boats on with her right hand. "Yeah, I remember him. He's missing?"

"Look," said her father, "I don't really know much more they you, but your Uncle Randolph called me and said he needed help finding Magnus. I'm already in Boston. How soon can you be here?"

Annabeth glanced at the clock on her nightstand. It read 5:45. She did the math in her head. If she took a train . . . "Maybe sometime a little after 10?" she suggested, pulling on her jeans and Camp Half-Blood T-shirt.

"Okay." answered her father as she grabbed her parka. "I'll meet you there at the train station."

She nodded, forgetting for a moment that he couldn't see her. Remembering, she gave him a farewell. "See you then."

She hit the red end button on her phone before throwing her hair into a quick ponytail. She slipped to her door, glad she hadn't woken her roommate up, and headed out the door to Boston.

"Unbelievable." Annabeth said to her father. She was now standing in the middle of Boston, freezing her toes off, handing out flyers with her Cousin's face on it to random strangers. "I want to strangle him." She said for about the 50th time that morning. Him being her uncle Randolph.

On the train ride over, she had called her dad again, and he had explained how, apparently, Magnus had been missing for two years, and had, for some reason, neglected to mention that fact to the rest of the family until that morning.

Her dad sighed. "We should probably avoid killing him. He is your uncle"

"But two years?" Annabeth demanded. "Dad, how could he not tell us for two years?"

"I can't explain Randolph's actions. I never could, Annabeth." She crossed her arms. This seemed to be an action that really did need an explanation, and it was driving her crazy that there didn't seem to be a reasonable one.

Her father continued talking. "I don't know what he was thinking by keeping this from us for so long, but I'm sure he wasn't up to any good. All I do know is that he called me up this morning, and said he needed our help. Something about his birthday, and our family history . . . Look. All I know for sure is that in order to help him, we have to find Magnus."

He phone buzzed in his pocket and he stopped talking to check it. "Randolph is at the city shelter in the South End. He says no luck." He paused and looked around. "We should try the youth shelter across the park."

"How do we even know Magnus is still alive?" Annabeth asked miserably. "Missing for two years? He could be frozen in a ditch somewhere!" If anyone knew about the dangers of being out in the world alone, it was Annabeth. This was probably the most likely situation, given her luck.

"Randolph is sure Magnus is alive." Said her father. "He's somewhere in Boston. If his life is truly in danger . . ."

"I know." Annabeth cut him off as they began heading towards Charles Street. "We have to find him."

It was eleven forty and Annabeth and her father had been searching for her missing cousin for almost an hour and a half in the cold Boston morning. Now, the two of them sat next to the window of one of the local cafes.

Annabeth cradled her warm cup of tea in her hands, the missing flyers laying on the table next to her in an orderly pile. "How are we supposed to find one, possibly dead, kid in this big of a city?"

Her father looked up from from his coffee. "How do you find anything in New York?"

She rolled her eyes. She knew New York. This was different. "I wish Uncle Randolph would tell us why he thinks Magnus is in danger. Why tell us about Magnus being missing now?"

Fredrick sighed again. "Annabeth, I really don't kn-"

At that moment, there was a huge boom.

Annabeth went rigid. Alert. She had heard enough ominous booms in her life to know that they were never good, and usually not entirely mortal.

Her hand snaked towards her pocket before she remembered that her knife was back in her room. How could she have forgotten it?

"Do you think-" her father started.

"I don't know." Annabeth cut him off. "It could be anyone. Or anything."

The pair waited, listening for any other noise or signal of something strange going on. For a few minutes, nothing else happened, and they had just begun to let their guard down, when they heard the howl.

It was a howl Annabeth knew well.

It was a howl that meant pain and anger.

"He's dead."

"What?!" Annabeth couldn't process the information her father had just given her. "What do you mean he's dead?"

"Apparently Randolph found him, brought him to Longfellow Bridge, and then there was a huge explosion. Magnus got hit and fell into the river."

Annabeth sat down at the closest bench she could find, which happened to overlook the river, and she began to cry. Sometimes, she really hated her life.