Hey guys! So this is a Percabeth Story, (even though it may not seem like it until the middle^^) and is told in selective 3rd person (Like how Uncle Rick writes the Heroes of Olympus story). Thanks for checking out this story, and I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO, but I do own this plot, and any characters you don't recognize from the original stories. Enjoy! :)

Prologue

Annabeth

Annabeth could feel the eyes on her as she ducked under the rafter that had tried to hit her. She wasn't bothered by the eyes on her, nor did she try to match the eyes of the spectators. She had been doing the same training for the past 5 years of her life. The first time she began her training, she was only 7, and being both unsure of herself, as well as nervous, had taken the time to look nervously at her friend Rachel. She had also taken the time to look at her past and current crush Luke Castellan, and was glad that he was watching her.

That was a mistake on her part. She had been knocked off the training course by an unexpected rafter, which had hit her in the head. Coach Prometheus turned to the class and barked out, "Class dismissed!". As Annabeth's classmates scurried away, Coach Prometheus had turned to Annabeth. She had lectured her, saying, "Annabeth! When you're on that training course, you are to look at what's in front of you! Not at those who are watching you! When you get your wings, you'll be turned to putty by the monsters that try to hurt us! You are only permitted to look down at us when I tell you you can. Got it?"

7 year old Annabeth, who was not accustomed to the Coach's rough way of caring and teaching, had looked down at her feet, ashamed. She could feel a bump rising on her head where she had been hit by the rafter, but didn't dare tell the coach. "I'm.. I'm sorry Coach! I didn't know.." She said quietly , still looking at her shoes.

The coach put a weathered hand on Annabeth's shoulder. "There , there Annabeth. It was a beginner's mistake. In fact, I made the same mistake as you did. Is your head okay?"

Annabeth self-consciously touched her head, and tried her best to conceal her wince. She wanted to try the training course again. She could do it, and she would do it better then everyone else in her class. "My head's feeling fine…" She trailed off when the coach put her hand on Annabeth's swollen forehead.

"Annabeth… There's a pretty big bump on your head."

"There is? I wasn't aware." Annabeth portrayed an innocent look and tried to trick Coach Prometheus into thinking she wasn't aware by trying to act like a dumb blonde, which to anyone who didn't know Annabeth well, would have been convincing. But, Coach Prometheus was like Annabeth's second mom. She knew how smart Annabeth was.

Coach Prometheus sighed and handed Annabeth some ambrosia. "Fine Annabeth, you and I both know that you know exactly what I am talking about. Now here's some ambrosia. After you take it you'll feel better."

Annabeth obediently took the ambrosia and drank it. It tasted like melted chocolate chip cookies, fresh from the oven. She smiled. "I'm feeling better now, can I go try to do the training course again?"

Her coach smiled and nodded. "Go get into position. I start the machine up. Don't look anywhere but in front of you. Got it?"

Annabeth nodded as she scampered off to the training course. She jumped up and got a good grip on the training course before pulling the rest of her body up on the platform. She got into position, and nodded to the Coach to show that she was ready. Coach yelled, "READY, SET, GO!" Her seven year old self had ducked under the rafters and jumped over everything trying to trip her. It had been such fun for her.

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Even though Annabeth had been doing the same course for the past 5 years of her life, she still found it energizing. The course had been made harder as she and her classmates had gotten better, and they had later been given weapons. Annabeth had chosen to use a dagger, and was quite skilled with it.

As she rolled to the side to avoid a well placed hit with a wooden sword by the machine, she could feel the machine slowing down. After her mistake when she was seven, she knew that the coach would call her name when she could stop, and if she lost focus know, she would get hurt worse then she had when she was seven.

She flipped over a pole that was positioned horizontally at the height of her waist, which was had obviously tried to knock her over. She slashed at a auto man that had tried to strike at her shoulder. She used her dagger to disarm the auto man just as she heard the Coach's strong voice call out, "DONE!"

The coach's voice echoed, but was unheard by the clapping of her classmates. Annabeth smiled, but it didn't display how she really felt. She felt as if millions of butterflies were trapped inside of her stomach, trying to get out. Tomorrow was the winging ceremony. She would get her wings, but was she ready for them? She herself wasn't sure.

Her worries were cut off by the Coach who had dismissed the training. The rest of her comrades had began putting their weapons away, and some of the really fast people were even on their way to their dorms that they shared. Annabeth jogged up to the coach. "Hey Coach? I can't go to our private training sessions that we do together… Sorry!"

"Why not?" The coach looked at Annabeth suspiciously. After 5 years of after training classes, that were approved by Chiron of course, she couldn't believe that Annabeth wanted to skip today's training. She hated missing those classes.

"I'm just not feeling well today," Annabeth replied smoothly, matching the Coach's gaze. Even though she was lying, there was no sign of it- she had hidden the fact that her stomach had butterflies, no hornets, trying to escape.

"Well okay then, I hope you feel better soon. I'll be here if you need me." Coach Prometheus said hesitantly, like she wasn't sure if she was making the right decision.

"Okay, thanks Coach!" Annabeth waved goodbye to her coach as she jogged to the exit.

After exiting the Training Course, she headed towards the library. The library was her, 'safe haven', in a way. Besides, she could get extra information about the Winging Ceremony. She had asked Coach Prometheus and Chiron, but both had told her that she'd be fine. The most honest answer would be from the books. They would give her the facts. The cold hard facts.

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When she entered the library, she was greeted by the librarian Miss. Olympian. "Hello Annabeth! Is there any particular book your looking for? Or in your case, books?"

Annabeth smiled, "Hi Miss Olympian! Where can I find some books about the Winging Ceremony."

"Annabeth, there's nothing to worry about," She paused to stand up, and stretch out her wings, which were a raven black color. "I remember when I was your age and about to get my wings, I was really worried too."

"I know, that's what everyone I've asked told me, I just want some extra information on the Winging Ceremony. That's all."

"Is that so?" The young librarian chuckled as she sat back down. "Well then, you'll find books on the Winging Ceremony in the East Wing, where Non-Fiction books are located. It should be under "Wings". Do you want me to show you where the books are?"

"I'm good. I've got this entire library memorized like the back of my palm. I can find it."

The librarian chuckled, "I figured as much. Well then, I won't keep you any longer, go find that book!"

Annabeth gave her thanks to the librarian as she scurried off to the Non-Fiction Section. She looked down the rows of books, looking for the 'Wings' section. She saw Ewahtre, Hwat ot do wehn oyue'r oberd, and other gibberish she couldn't read. Annabeth shook her head and felt her blonde curls hitting her face. She willed herself to calm the raging butterflies in her stomach so that her dyslexia would calm down.

When she finally got her dyslexia under control, she was able to the "Wings" section. After she found the "Wings" Section, she looked for any books that looked like they would have something to do with the Winging Ceremony. While she was looking, a dusty book caught her eye. She walked over to it, feeling excited. The title read, 'Hte Iwgnign Cremenyo" She frowned. Her dyslexia was so annoying at times. She concentrated hard on the letters in the title, and after a while, was finally able to deduce what it said. It said, "The Winging Ceremony."

She excitedly grabbed the book off the shelf, and scampered over to an arm chair that was located next to the fireplace. She also felt more relaxed when she was next to the fire, and found it easier to control her dyslexia. She looked through the index, until her eyes found the section she wanted to see. 'Wings'.

She flipped to page 208, and began reading.

The Winging Ceremony is one of the most important events a Skylander will have to face in his/her life time. It is the Ceremony in which a 12 year old will receive their wings after training. Most have been training for at least 3-4 years. This training is significant as their wings are very fragile, and therefore, require the owner to be very careful. This training helps to prepare the new children to handle this great responsibility.

The 12 year olds will receive their wings at the Winging Ceremony. The most common colors of wings include, white, shades of grey, and black. Some individuals may even get spotted wings. The color of wing received has nothing to do with genetics, and everything to do with luck.

Every 700 years or so, the Wings will choose two compatible partners. These two are of opposite genders, and are in the same year. They may or may be dating, having crushes on each other, or may even despise each other. These partners will have matching symbols on their wings, bonding them together for life. It was the Wing's decision and there is no way to go against this decision.

However, this occurrence is very rare, and may even just be a theory, as there is no real 'concrete' proof as there is no evidence of this ever happening. There are myths about a supposed couple that was bonded together. This happened in the year 315, so the next time two people will be bonded together will be in the year 1015. It is unknown if these symbols do anything but bond the two compatible partners together.

Annabeth heard a cough from behind her. She snapped her book closed as she saw Trainor Prometheus standing behind her. "I thought I'd find you here," She said. She plucked the book out from Annabeth's hand. "The Winging Ceremony, huh? Annabeth, you'll be fine. Even if you don't get the color of wing you want, they'll still work."

"I'm not worried about the color of my wings, I'm worried that I'll be bonded with someone like Percy Jackson! Then my life is RUINED!" She stressed.

"Annabeth, you need to calm down. First off, that's just a myth, an old myth too. It's been around since I was a camper myself. There's no concrete proof that you can be bonded with anyone. Second, Percy isn't as bad as you think he is. The two of you are more similar then you might think."

"No we're not, how can you compare me to… to that… water obsessed camper? All that he ever thinks about is swimming. Swimming this, swimming that. And the ocean. Honestly, if science hadn't proved it wrong, I would've thought that his brain was made out of seaweed."

"Annabeth… You need to give the poor boy a chance."

"Whatever… I have to go Coach. I need to go take a shower before going to get dinner. Bye!" She waved goodbye to the coach before she would be told to give Percy Jackson a hug. She just couldn't stand him. There was something about him that she just couldn't stand! It annoyed her to no end.

"Okay then, bye Annabeth!"

"Bye!" Annabeth scurried away, leaving the book that she had been reading still in the coach's hand.

As Coach Prometheus watched the blonde scurry away, she looked down at the book still her hand. She sighed with a smile on her face. Annabeth had always turned to books when she was in doubt. She couldn't exactly blame Annabeth though. She was a hypocrite everytime she told Annabeth not to be worried. When it had been time for her to get her wings, she had been nervous too. She, along with others, had tried to convinced Annabeth that there was no reason to be worried. No reason at all.

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