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Post by Annabeth Chase on Jan 18, 2012 11:45:00 GMT -5
The evening was quiet, the silence merely accompanied by the soft crash of waves against the surf, twilight blinking on its horizon. Breeze almost nonexistent, it was as if the world had just stopped turning for that minute, and that was the sort of evening Annabeth Chase was greeted with as her feet stepped on the soft sand of camp half-blood's beach. Her hair tied in its messy ponytail, she bent down to slip off the black flippers she had thrown on together with her jeans and gray long sleeved blouse, before moving forward on the beach. The pair of gray eyes never left the dimming horizon, and it was as if the cold of the december months didn't even bother her.
It wasn't that though, just that Annabeth has a lot on her mind that she barely gave the cold a second thought. Despite occasional breeze picking up her blonde hair and wisping it around her neck, Annabeth barely felt it, her mind preoccupied as she paused mid-way towards the spot where sand met sea. What now? She was back in camp, and to be honest, for the first time Annabeth didn't relish being back at camp. Not that the girl wanted to be where she had previously been really, holding the sky up on her shoulders wasn't exactly on her list of fun. But still, she sometimes wondered if the pain she felt there could compare to the dull pain of betrayal and heartache that Luke had inflicted on her the moment she realized who it was that had assisted in her capture. The very same person who had promised to protect her, to give her a family, was the same person who didn't flinch when Annabeth had strained under the weight of the sky for weeks, months.
The girl didn't know what to think really. Heck, her head hurt with all the thinking, and the afternoon guard duty she had had with Luke in the Big House only made things worst. Now her mind fair teemed with unanswered questions, of the uncertain and unknown all looming, threatening to overwhelm her, so much so that Annabeth had escaped the evening banter in the Athena house to just get away from everything, and eventually found herself at the beach.
Dinner wouldn't be for another couple of hours, and taking a deep breathe, Annabeth let her flippers drop, and ended up sitting on the sand. Hugging her knees to her chest, she buried her head in to the chasm her knees and chest created, heaving another breathe. Suddenly, even after all she's been through, the world became too much for her to handle. Surely, she thought, thirteen year olds weren't mean to handle such mental torture.
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