Chapter I
(Annabeth's POV, continued immediately after The Lost Hero)

A/N: This is my first fanfic EVER, so please be nice! I' d love your feedback, so PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE review ;) P.S. I'm going to try and make the chapter titles the names of songs. Feel free to guess! :)

Disclaimer: I am not the TOTALLY AMAZING Rick Riordan and do not own the books or the characters. I wish I did though. If you are still convinced that I am Rick Riordan, I'm going to tell you that I'm a girl. If you still don't believe me, you have gender issues. Just sayin'. ;D

Numb. Cold. Like one of Boreas' statues. That's what I felt like when Jason announced where Percy was.
When you're in love with someone, sometimes you think that you're indestructible, that nothing can tear you apart. But Hades was I wrong.

All it takes is one goddess with a crazy scheme.

Roman Camp Half-Blood? Seriously, Hera? Or should I say Juno?
Why did you have to take my boyfriend, my best friend, the only one who truly understands me away?

Of course, no answer will be given. Nothing except Percy could fill this knife hole stabbed straight through my heart, and he even might not be able to.

What if he doesn't remember me? What if he hates me? What if he has another girlfriend? What if they find out he's a Greek and kill him? What if he tries to kill my friends and I when we get there?
I tried my hardest not to cry, and I barely made it.

"-So we need to get moving on the Argo II. We need to set sail for the Roman Camp in early June or late May if possible so we have enough time to prepare for the War with the Giants and get everyone settled in," Jason told us.
"But bro, we'll have to work overtime to get it done by then!" Leo protested.
I joined the conversation.
"I could ask Tyson to come and help," I suggested, and everyone started slightly at the sound of my voice. They must have forgotten I was there.
"Who's Tyson?" Leo asked, curious.
"Tyson is Percy's Cyclops half-brother. He works down in Poseidon's forge," I explained.
"Why am I not surprised? But I guess you could try. It wouldn't help much, though," Leo pointed out.
"It's a good idea though, Leo," Piper said, looking at me. I smiled weakly at her. She was a good friend.

The meeting ended shortly after, and I wandered to the beach alone.

I pulled my Yankees cap out from my back pocket and put on. I shimmered and turned invisible.
And that's when I broke down.

I tried to sob as silently as possible, but anyone walking on the beach would hear me and see the teardrops fall to the ground.
I wrapped my arms around myself, feebly trying to hold myself together, because the truth was, it felt like Percy took part of my heart with him to the Roman camp.
Footsteps sounded quietly behind me.
"Hey, Annabeth," Piper said softly. She sat down next to me, and I trusted Piper enough to take the cap off.
"Hi, P-piper," I whispered hoarsely, my voice cracking. I had tear tracks running down my face and I probably looked like Charybdis, but Piper didn't care. She scooted closer and put her arm around me.
"Shh, Annabeth," She soothed. "From just the little I've heard, you guys loved each other very much, and were really close. He will remember you, Annabeth, and we will find him."
She said this so confidently, I almost believed her. And so we sat like this, not saying anything, and slowly I began to feel better. Almost happy. Not whole, but almost content.

Another A/N: A longer chappie next time :D