For those who want to read Annabeth's version of the first five PJO books I reccomend the series called Daughter Of Wisdom on AO3 for anyone who is curious. It's the books from Annabeth's perspective which instills the lessons of the original deeper and it's a canon divergence with its own plots and subplots. its a lot more serious than the sarcastic nature of RR's style but suits Annabeth and let's us understand her thinking process. It's a must read which will get you hooked to every single word and leave you wanting more.
The romance is more mature and more like a constant companion rather than the teenage-ish flutters we get from the series. My favourite was definitely Necklace of Harmonia which was the Annabeth's pov take on TTC which not only gave more insight to Annabeth's problems with her dad,(because the actual books made me hate him for a good period because there was no explanation or technicaltion except him saving her once and her running back to him. Mainly because it's from Percy's pov), so this series helped me understand Annabeth as a more rounded character which was amazing. But albeit not canon. It was well enough to be considered canon. The Final Sacrifice (TLO spin-off) made me feel so proud of Annabeth, so proud of myself, it was am aazing, gut-wrenching and filled with tears of joy, sadness, relief and emotions I can't even fathom to explain.
My favourite line: "Do you know what happens when a pawn reaches the other end of the board? I sent a pawn, but she became a queen. You are my secret weapon." -Athena to Annabeth at the end of The Final Sacrifice.
Please check it out. The author deserves all the love and support for providing us with an amazing
Author : shiiki @AO3
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Hello! This is my first ever fanfic that i have written, so it might be kind of bad, but please bear with me. I hope you enjoy it :)
WINE AND WOES
Warnings: spoilers of The Battle of the Labyrinth and The Last Olympian
CHAPTER 1
NIGHTMARES
Pollux
I cant breathe. My throat feels like its constricting. I feel like im being strangled. Theres hands on my neck, his hands. Help. Help. Help-
I jolt awake, breathing heavily. The room is quiet, the only sound being my heavy, laboured breaths. I sit up slowly, my lungs feeling like their burning, my eyes stinging. I look around my dorm. I moved to Camp Jupiter a while after the battle with Gaia to go New Rome University to study botany.
I try to regulate my breathing, but its hard, especially when thoughts of him plague me almost every night. My throat constricts. Its been years since he died, and yet, everytime i think of him, my heart feels as if theres a hole in its place. A gaping hole, full of nothing but grief, regret, and guilt. I couldve saved him, i shouldve saved him. I shouldve been there. It should've been me and not him. Tears sting my eyes and threaten to fall as i try desperately not to remember his face. But that proves to be extremely difficult when his face is the same as mine
Its your fault
Its not my fault i try to convince myself, albeit however much it sounds like a lie
Is that the delusion you live under?
Please. Please, leave me alone, as if im not haunted enough
You deserve it. You deserve this pain.
The tears begin to slowly roll down my cheeks and i can do nothing to stop them. My breath hitches and i sob. He haunts my nightmares, he haunts me and won't leave me alone. I can never escape him, no matter how hard i try. He looks like me. Everytime i look in the mirror, i see him. His lifeless face. The face that couldve-- shouldve-- been full of life and light. A face that shouldve been smiling and grinning. The face of the boy who i grew up with. My brother, my twin, my other half.
Castor
I choke at the memory of his name. I try to get out of bed and move. I dont know where im going, i dont know what im doing. My legs wobble and i fall to the floor on my knees, my vision blurring momentarily. His face flashes behind my eyes. His lifeless face as his body went limp on the floor after he got stabbed and then hit on the head by an enemy. I couldnt help him. My arm was broken, and all i could do was lay there, staring at my brother, bleeding to his death, as he smiled at me one last time and did the little salute we always did ever since we were kids in a way of saying 'see ya later, loser' before his eyes glazed over.
I fall to my side and wrap my arms around myself, hugging myself as my body trembles. I was in denial, the whole way when another demigod helped me get to the healing camp, i was in denial. Pretending he wasnt dead, hoping so desperately that this was all just a dream, that he'd come back to me, that id wake up in my cabin and id see him laying on the bed next to mine.
I remember when his shroud burned. Purple and violet flowers, violet like his eyes, and the symbol of our father, Dionysus. I had stared, tears streaming down my face. Not bawling, not sobbing, just silently having a war with myself, and others must have seen it too. Will came to me afterwards, asking if i was okay, i hadnt answered him, he left after that. I wanted to cry, i wanted to sob and be angry, but i couldn't. I didnt know what was wrong with me, i hated myself for it.
I had gone back to my cabin. And then i had sobbed and bawled and cried till i had blacked out. I had skipped meals, and shut myself out. I thought itd get better with time. It did not. Even a snippet of our memories together makes me weak and vulnerable and want to cry.
Memories of our childhood flash behind my eyes. Two small boys, playing in the strawberry fields of Camp Half-Blood, eating strawberries, laughing and running around, their faces full of light and happiness, the sun gleaming in their golden blond hair, the light shining in their violet eyes, making them look like pieces cut from the purest of amethysts.
Two boys, arguing over what their secret handshake should be, and then eventually deciding on a two fingered salute. Stealing eachother's toys, clothes, and food, telling the worst jokes to each other but cracking up anyway, pretending to be each other and imitating personalities. Goofing around all day, pretending the world wasnt all that bad, as long as they had eachother. I used to always look for him when i woke up, checking the bed next to me to see if he was there.
And then the battle with Kronos had happened, and then one of them was gone. Now i dont even have to look at the bed next to mine when i visit Camp Half-Blood to know hes not there
My eyes land on the vertical upright mirror. I see a boy staring back at me, his face tear-streaked and his blond hair matted to his forehead, his chest moving up and down with his laboured breaths. Its him. Its me. And its all i have left.
Being alone had never bothered me. Castor didnt stay with me all the time, sometimes he left to train, or go talk with some other campers, or just going about his day in general. We were the only Dionysus kids, so we didnt really have any other siblings, so i was alone a lot. Being alone never bothered me, but being alone has never felt this lonely.
I shut my eyes, letting the sting subside. I sigh and open them again.
Im sorry
You should be
I close my eyes again and imagine him here.
I know. I am. Im sorry. I wish i could bring you back, but even if i could, i would never bring you back to this hell. All i hope for is that you can forgive me, and that you wait for me in the Elysium. We'll meet again, Cas. One day. One day, ill see you again. But till then, all i have are my wine and woes
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