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Chapter 1: Annabeth Chase

"Where's mom?" 4 year old Annabeth asked her dad one day.

Frederic Chase had been drinking his daily morning coffee when he heard his daughter's question. He spilled his coffee all over the newspaper he had been reading. Annabeth looked at the soggy brown newspaper in interest, and tried reading the words.

"Vergotment," Annabeth read slowly, before remembering her original question.

"Government," Frederic said, closing the newspaper with a tiny snap.

Annabeth looked at her dad expectantly, and he stared back at those grey eyes. He wondered if he should tell her yet. No, he told himself. Not until she's older. He would have to lie.

"She's stuck in a library," Frederic lied, cursing himself at the very unbelievable lie he had just told.

Annabeth did not look amused. She crossed her arms, and kept on staring, her eyes turning stormy. Frederic was reminded of Athena as he looked at her, with her grey eyes, and curly hair. He sighed.

"She was stuck in a library, and some bookcases fell on her," Frederic continued his lie. "And then a flock of owls suddenly came in through the window and did something. I don't know if she's alive or not..."

Yes she is, Frederic told himself in his mind. She's a goddess, they're immortal. They can never die unless they fade...

"What library?" Annabeth asked, eager and afraid at the same time. "We can see if she's alive or not!"

"The library right next to us," Frederic said without having any second thought to think about.

What have I done? Was the only thing Frederic was thinking as Annabeth hastily put on her coat.

"Let's go!" Annabeth said eagerly.

When Annabeth saw that her dad wasn't moving, she frowned. "Don't you want to see what happened to mom?"

With no answer to reply, Frederic sighed, and put on his own coat. He took Annabeth's hand and opened the door. He rummaged in his pockets for the keys, and locked it. He searched the sky, and saw that it was a neutral color: grey. Nor black or white. And Athena's favorite color, he thought with another sigh.

"Come on," Annabeth said again, basically trying to drag her dad away from the door. "Let's go!"

Taking one last look at the sky, Frederic walked to the library along with an eager Annabeth. He however wasn't so eager. He watched his daughter analyze every single person as if trying to find their weak spot to take them down if they hurt her. She analyzed and skimmed her eyes over buildings as well. Especially those with beautiful architecture. A few times, she looked at buildings and her gaze lingered on it more than the rest, but then he pulled her away, and she remembered what she came for.

"I want to become an architect," Annabeth decided once she saw the twentieth building. "I want to build something permanent."

That's ironic, Frederic thought as they continued walking. Since Athena's and my relationship was never permanent.

"I think that's a great idea," Frederic told Annabeth, ruffling her hair as he did so.

Annabeth laughed as her hair got in her face. She blew it out of the way, but then it came back again. She started blowing harder and harder until her hair reached all the way to the back of her head. She grinned in satisfaction, as they finally reached to doorsteps of the library.

Annabeth immediately went to a librarian. Frederic's eyes widened, but then closed.

"Did any bookcases fall?" Annabeth asked, completely unaware of her dad hiding in the background of books.

The librarian looked up, looking surprised that a 4 year old was asking a question like that. "And why would you ask such a question?"

"My dad says that bookcases fell on my mom and that he doesn't know of she's alive or not. We came here to check," Annabeth replied, staring the librarian in the eyes.

"And where's you dad then?"

Annabeth searched the library with her eyes, and pointed to a pillar which soon revealed her dad. "He's there."

"You just wait here and I'll talk to your dad."

Annabeth reluctantly nodded as she watched the librarian go to her dad. The library had the same grey eyes and curly hair as her she realized. She also realized that the librarian had an architecture book that she liked. With a start, her eyes widened. This was her mother, she was certain of it.

So a few seconds later, Annabeth ran with full speed towards the librarian, and hugged her tightly, uttering one word. "Mom."

The librarian looked startled. Annabeth looked at the librarian's face, and saw that her eyes were a much darker shade of grey, black even.

"No Annabeth," Frederic said, prying his daughter gently of the librarian. "She's not your mom."

Frederic muttered an apology to the librarian, and she nodded and walked away. Annabeth stared at her running shoes in disappointed. Where are you mom?

A/N: I know this is probably pretty OOC, but this is the way it turned out... The next one will probably be Thalia, or if I get inspiration on another character, then I'll do it on someone else. Hope you all enjoyed the first story/chapter!