I loved Percy with every fiber of my being, and I knew he would never do anything to hurt me, but I never figured that someone would try and drive a wedge between us. I thought the gods were Mehr above this, but I guess I was wrong.

Let’s back up. My name’s Annabeth Chase and I’m twenty one years old. About four months ago, I married the best person in the world, Percy Jackson. We vacationed in a nice hotel in Greece, where I finally got to see the Parthenon, the monument I wanted to see for a long time, but that wasn’t the perfect part.
The perfect part was that Percy and I got...

"Where'd she go?!?!?!?!" yelled Nico, looking around for her.

"She entered the pit of Taterus. Kronos has her captive. We have to save her Nico!!" I screamed on the verge of tears, picking up her back pack. She was one of my first Friends at Camp Half Blood. Now she was gone.

"This is bad really bad! Kronos could kill her.....or eat her....or turn her into something!! We have to go back and tell Chiron!"

"No......we have to finish the quest." I sagte quietly. I just couldn't stand it. Sapphire was gone. First my dad.....now Sapphire? I began to cry and as soon as the tears came they wouldn't leave....

This story is about to END!!!! Even though no one likes it and the Schreiben is horrible I had fun Schreiben it.

This feeling was different. Way different. I could almost feel myself become a dog permanently. A dog, such a weird thought, with three heads. Yep I was Cerberus. oder his complete copy. I howled out at the bursting crowd of fleeing creatures and Kronos followers.

And then I had an idea. It was crazy yes, but it was all I had. My boyfriend, a big three, was almost dead on the floor while a four Jahr old girl was destroying me like I was a rubber duck. But I had left her grasp anyway, finding...

I felt Gabe’s fist collide with my face, and I struggled to get away, though I could do nothing about it. Gabe glugged down the last of his bier and smiled at my bloody nose and bruised…well, everything. “Please stop.” I begged, but Gabe only hit me again in response to my plea. I shuddered backward; I wanted to do something, anything, but if Du were eight years old too and were trying to get away from a jerk that was three times your size, Du had no choice.
My mother would have stopped this if she could, but this always took place when she was at work and couldn’t stop it. Gabe...