Post by Annabeth Chase on Jan 12, 2012 22:27:50 GMT -5
YOU SAY YOU WANT A REVOLUTION.
[/color]ANNABETH KATRINA CHASE[/color]
YOU KNOW WE ALL WANT TO CHANGE THE WORLD.[/color] [/font]
thirteen. demi-god. athena. annasophia robb.[/font][/i]
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[/center][/b][/i]FAITH
"Monsters attacked. We argued. Monsters attacked. We argued."
- Annabeth Chase, The Lightning Thief
Its not exactly something Annabeth is well accustomed to, really. I mean, being in a camp that basically trained to fight everyday isn't exactly ideal conditions to cultivate your faith in life. Don't get her wrong, once upon a time she did have faith in life, a hope that everything will turned out like she once dreamed, a desire for a life where she wasn't getting attacked left and right by monsters out for her blood. Once upon a time before Annabeth Chase had began getting hunted by the Greek monsters, she had dreamed of growing up a princess in charge of her own kingdom, building things according to her whim and fancy. When the monsters and arguments had began, she still wished, wished that perhaps one day her father would see sense, that he would protect her. But all of that stopped the second she ran away, and for a seven year old, to have your dreams crushed isn't an easy thing.[/blockquote]
Her heart had been heavy, throat choked as she ran away, but she'd rather die then face another day with her stepmother accusing her of wanting her whole family to die. She didn't blame her, Annabeth knew her stepmother would of course prioritize her two infant sons more then a daughter who wasn't even her own. But the fact that her father didn't even stand up for her cut her deeply, even as she ached for some form of familial acceptance, her young yet logical mind knew that she had to run away. Even despite the logic and rightfulness of it all however, living alone on the streets for a seven year old is no easy task, and even more so when you happen to be a demi-god everyone is out to kill.
For a week or two, Annabeth stayed in constant fear. She had obtained a hammer from a dumpster a day or two in to living alone, and that was her only form of protection as she roamed the streets, wary and alone. Food was scarce, and by the third day she was tired and hungry, but stubborn and with enough pride to ensure herself that she can do it, despite being unable to get food and getting ambushed by hellhounds and monsters at every turn she went to.
But maybe her mother finally took pity on her, for on the fourth day she took shelter under a corrugated metal piece that had been her home for awhile, a pair of voices drifted towards her. As always, the pint-sized child was wary, and as the voices drifted nearer, she did what her instinct told her to do - get the upper hand and surprise them, and maybe she would have a chance at getting out alive. So out she ran, all three feet and seven year old body with tangled blonde hair and smudges on her childface - and ran right smack in to whom would be her family for the rest of her life. Luke and Thalia were her family, her siblings, her best friends, and Annabeth wasn't too sure if she would have survived the remaining days alone had it not been for those two.
For once, the girl had found people who actually cared for her wellbeing. With how the two of them saw to her livelihood, fed her and clothed her, it wasn't too hard for Annabeth to grow impossibly fond of them, Luke in particular. She adored Thalia like an elder sister, but to be honest Annabeth knew even then that Thalia wasn't exactly mother material just yet. Luke's protective instinct seemed to kick in though, and Annabeth found herself frequently being huddled by Luke to someplace or another for safety or shelter. They promised her a family, and promised her that no one would hurt her, and Annabeth had been overjoyed to find people who would actually put her safety and well being first, rather then her parents who had treated has as if she had been invisible, and the stepbrothers of hers made of gold.
In return, and because Annabeth hated feeling like a deadweight and a bother, she offered her vast amounts of knowledge and apparent talent for strategizing to help them defeat and escape monsters. As a child of Athena, she had a vast amount of knowledge for one so young, and she had been happy enough to find out that they actually came in use to her friends. At the same time, she also attempted to learn how to fight with the bronze blade Luke had given her, the only weapon she had. Annabeth didn't want to just be another burden to Thalia and Luke, so she tried hard to be able to hold her own in a fight.
By then, Annabeth had spent a considerable amount of time in Thalia and Luke's company, and they had both endeared themselves to her further then any of her family had ever been. She would've died for them, so imagine her heartbreak when Thalia had sacrificed herself so that she and Luke could get to camp Half-Blood. Days after that, she constantly went to the tree, breaking camp rules to just sit by her best friend (or so she calls the tree. and she doesn't cry, don't even bring that up to her or she'll give you a kick.). It took a long time before the loss of her best friend could be thoroughly accepted, and from then on Annabeth clung even more tightly on to Luke, the only one left of her small, makeshift family that had made her feel at home more then anyone ever has.
In the years, camp Half-Blood became home for her, but Luke always remained the anchor, to remind her of what was once there, and what could have been had Thalia still been there. Annabeth trusted Luke with her life, so when Luke's betrayal was shown to their world, Annabeth had been beyond heartbroken. Part of her had initially thought that maybe it was her fault Luke had ended up so bitter, so unlike himself. Maybe if she hadn't went on that quest with Percy, so eager to prove herself worthy of fighting the outside world beyond the protection and boundaries of the Camp, then maybe Luke wouldn't have betrayed their camp and poisoned Percy who, despite all his idiocy and incompetence, had turned in to a dear friend of her. Another part of her had been angry, anger at Luke for not being as loyal as she was to the Camp, the only place that had offered them solace she thought he too had been seeking after their first few years of chaos and turmoil of escaping monsters. Anger at him for betrayed the trust Thalia had placed in him, anger at him for abandoning her when he had promised, promised to protect her.
TRUST
[/size]"You're not getting away from me that easily.""
- Annabeth Chase, The Last Olympian[/center]
Its a difficult subject for her. All her life, Annabeth's never really had much to rely on when it came to trusting people. Other then the campers she never really got close to at Camp, not to mention Chiron, everyone just seems to dissapoint her one way or another. Thalia she couldn't fault, the girl had given her life trying to protect her and Annabeth would trust Thalia with her life. But still, the girl had became a tree. A tree for Hades's sake, how exactly are you supposed to get your best friend to chat with you when she has leaves and sways in the wind? And then there was Luke. Like Thalia, Annabeth would've given Luke her life in collateral for whatever he wanted, so his betrayal had cut the deepest. The days she spent as captive of Atlas, she wouldn't look, talk nor even acknowledge his presence. Luke had betrayed and destroyed any hope and trust she had in the world.
Or did he? As much as Annabeth hated to admit it, Percy was someone... entirely different altogether. Bumbling, idiotic, inexperienced Seaweed Brain that he was, Annabeth admitted that the boy had courage in the face of pure disaster, and a quick wit in battle, something Annabeth admired, even if it would take a thousand hellhounds before she would admit it. Percy who had risked time and time again to save her, had won over Annabeth's gruff exterior. She would never say it out loud, but perhaps he could repair the rather foregone trust that had been gone the second Luke had sold them out.
AND PIXIE DUST
[/size]"Don't you ever feel like, what if the world really is messed up?
What if we could do it all over again from scratch?"
- Annabeth Chase, The Sea of Monsters[/center]
[/size][/font]Everyone would like to think their invincible, Annabeth more so then ever. And ironically, her being so 'invincible' is because of her fatal flaw itself - hubris. She always thinks she's got the world on her shoulders and that she can think of everything to solve any problem. Ironic isn't it, that she got tricked by Atlas to literally hold the world on her shoulders? But still, as much as she knows of her flaw, there is little she can do to stop it. She thinks she is capable of single-handedly rebuilding her world to her vision of its perfection, she thinks she's at fault for Luke's betrayal, that Thalia had to sacrifice herself, that everything has to be solved by her and her alone. It is deadly, her pride, and Annabeth knows that very well. She always tries to remind herself, but it never fails to get her running headlong in to trouble, stirring up the worst of mucks, just because she has deadly pride.
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