Dear followers, favoriters, reviewers, and everyone else who has read this story. As much as it hurts me to say this, I think I need to take a break. I'll still be updating, but only once every month or two; I just don't have the time or energy to keep writing. I really hope you don't take it personally if I haven't used your idea, but I just don't have the willpower. I'm really really sorry.

I'm also sorry that the last chapter wasn't that good. I know several of you complained about it, and I really appreciate the constructive critisism. Thanks for sticking with me all this time, this'll be the last chapter for a while.

I wasn't sure whether to thank Percy or to hit him.

I mean honestly. You would think that the dope would know by now that when I get addicted to something, I get addicted.

And no, I'm not talking drugs.

I'm talking Skyrim.

I suppose it is like a drug though. It's addicting, and whenever you don't play for too long, you find yourself thinking about it, wanting to play. It comes before everything else: food, sleep, school, and training.

The only downside is the spiders.

When Percy first invited me to his cabin to play it, I was skeptical. It sounded dumb; running around the wilderness killing stuff and going on quests.

So, of course I had to try it out.

Percy let me start a new file, from the very beginning. I glanced at him during the opening scene, and caught a hint of nostalgia on his face as he looked at Helgen fondly. My foot tapped impatiently, waiting for something exciting to happen.

As we all stepped off the carraige, the screen suddenly flipped around so I was facing myself, or at least my character. I looked at Percy imploringly.

"Go on!" he gestured with his hand for me to continue.

"What am I supposed to do?" I asked, feeling rather dumb.

"Design your character, duh. I thought you were smart!" I rolled my eyes and punched his shoulder, causing him to wince. I turned my eyes back to the screen, interested now.

I decided right then and there to make her as bad-ass as could be.

I made her a blonde-haired Nord. She was thin but muscular, and her eyes were like storm clouds. She wore no make-up, but had light green war-paint on her face. Her expression was fierce.

So basically, it was me.

I named her Annabeth, really original, right?

We watched the next scene in silence. Percy kept glancing over at me, gauging my reaction to everything. I kneeled down, turning my head sideways, looking up at the executioner. Already I had a backstory formulating in my head, thinking like my character.

I have to say that I was surprised when an enormous black dragon landed above me.

And when I mean surprised, I mean scared shitless.

"HOLY SHIT, PERCY, WHAT THE FUCK WHY DIDN'T YOU WARN ME? OH, MY GODS THERE'S A FUCKING DRAGON CHASING ME HOLY MOTHER OF ZEUS WHAT DO I DO STYX!"

"Run to the tower," Percy instructed calmly.

"WHAT FUCKING TOWER THERE'S NOT A TOWER IN SIGHT YOU MORON! Oh, over there. Okay."

Somehow, I made it down into the caves.

After throwing the controller around several times, and some more screaming, Percy announced that I was almost out. I felt so relieved that I could have curled up and cried.

I jogged towards a large room, completely unsuspecting.

The dragon didn't even compare to the scare I got from the spiders jumping down on my head.

I couldn't even form coherent words. I just threw the controller up in the air and did a backwards roll off the bed onto the floor, screeching like an owl. I scrambled up against the wall, slipping on the wood floor in my socks.

"Annabeth, you know you're going to die if you don't kill the spiders," Percy said, catching the falling controller and gesturing for me to take it. All I could look at were the spiders on the TV, and the egg sacs and webs dripping from the ceiling.

I shook my head furiously, not able to say anything through my heavy breathing. Percy rolled his eyes.

"Don't worry, I'll kill them for you," he said, sighing. I swallowed and watched him kill the spiders, earning my character hardly a scratch. After he escaped from the cave, he handed me the controller. His eyes softened as he looked at me.

I grudgingly took the controller and sat down next to him on the bed. He was still looking at me with concern.

I turned back to the screen, and he did too.

After a few moments of silence and a scare from a dragon flying overhead, I hit Percy's knee with the controller.

"Shit! Ah- what was that for?!"

"You could have at least warned me about the spiders!" I said, hitting him again.

"I took an arrow to the knee!" he yelled. I stopped my barrage of attacks, mid swing.

"What?"

Percy slapped his forehead with his palm. "Augh, you're not part of the fandom yet. You'll get it soon enough, trust me." I gave him an incredulous look, then turned my attention back to the game.

As I played, everyone seemed to be telling me to go to Whiterun. So, I did. I got attacked by three wolves, a giant, and a very confused skooma addict.

I walked around town, drinking it all in. I saw a guard standing near the market, so I went to talk to him.

I get the reference now.

For those of you who don't play Skyrim, it's a game where you go on quests, and you kill people, creatures, animals, undead, etc. "I took an arrow to the knee," is kind of an inside joke with the fandom. The actual line that the guard says is, "I used to be an adventurer like you, then I took an arrow the knee." It's kind of an excuse for anything. Your mom asks you why you won't clean your room? "I can't, I took an arrow to the knee."

Anyway, thanks a lot to everyone who has read this story. I love you all. This might be the last time I 'see' you for a while, so, um... Bye?

okay even I can admit that was a shitty goodbye.

Bye!