Remember when Annabeth was all tired, injured and crumbling when finding the statue of her mother? She felt like dropping. She was tempted to just sit there and cry, go into eternal sleep. No shoulder to cry on, no body to lean on for support. Nothing. She couldn't feel like going any further. She needed somebody. She needed Percy. More than anything, if there was one thing that could revive her, it was Percy.
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PJO/HOO- Headcanons
FanfictionPrepared to feel the feels? Prepared to cry, laugh, and fangirl with the characters of Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter? If so, then enter, mighty demigod, into the land of headcanons! This book includes heart-wrenching, funny, unique one-shots abou...
