Hi, everyone! This is my first fanfic, so I'm not sure about all the rules and stuff. Don't be afraid to give me tips, criticism, and praise. Or nothing is fine, too!

Ok, here goes…

They say he murdered three people. They say he went crazy, claiming he did all this stuff that Connor did. I wouldn't know. I was gone at the time, on a quest. But I know he's not a murderer. In fact, I've seen the people he supposedly murdered. They are very much alive. Anyway… he was my boyfriend, a very sweet one, too. Who am I talking about? My ex-boyfriend, Percy Jackson.

Three years ago, he disappeared. Well, he left is more like it. He was saying that he was the hero of Olympus, not Connor, and that Connor was a fraud. But that isn't true. Percy killed maybe two monsters, while Connor killed hundreds. But Percy was always there for me, and that's what counts. The campers ask me why I keep all the stuff he gave me—or I think he did. Sometimes, when I think about Percy, my brain gets muddled. I can't remember things, and sometimes I remember things that never happened.

When Percy left, we all assumed he died—Percy's horrible at sword fighting. Connor organized search parties, but stopped when I stopped being interesting. I thought I liked Connor, but Percy was always so supportive. But now I know Connor is… well, I'll just tell you the whole story.

Yay! I know, it's short, but that's how I wanted it. So I hoped you enjoyed!

Also, the story is told from Annabeth's POV.